The World Is In Me

Imagine your selves as a real naughty kids for sometime. It is a typical Sunday morning and you don't have any friends around to play. Suddenly you hear a puppy's cry. You look for the puppy & see that it is one of those cutest little one. What will you all do? Will not the thought of taking it to home cross your mind for a moment? My dear readers, I infact did it. And do you know what response I got from my Mom? “ If you continue demanding a dog, either I will stay or the canine will stay in house; both cannot.”  That dream of having a dog as pet got a premature death. I am always fond of pet. I wanted my parents to give me one on my birthday, but that still remains an alluring dream. For me a pet is always more than a friend. A true companion who can take away your boredom & showers you with love and expect nothing but affection from you in return. As I grew up, like most of us, we get surrounded by so many whom we also have to call friends. My friend list...

Dear friends Happy Diwali to one and all!!! As the morning unfolds you may be finding your facebook pages filled with Diwali wishes and lovely smses in your phones.  Before you respond to all those, you may like to have a small glimpses of a not so beautiful incident that had happened in front of my block in the apartment I stay. It was way past 10pm on the night of Diwali, beyond permissible hours of burning banned crackers. Lighting of noise cracker was rampant nearby the badminton court which is adjacent to my block. A neighbor of mine went down requesting to restrain from using the banned crackers. Forget about restraining, acting naive, they were in denial and don't even know who were burning those. The noise decibel reached further height and it was around 11:00 pm. Police had to come, seized some crackers, warned few and left. I saw children running upstairs in fear, holding bunch of bombs and noise crackers, terrified that the police had come. It made ...

Just saw My Name is Khan, nice movie. It really evoked in me ideas that were churning in since long. We stay in a society which we like to believe is “a diversified one but still united.” At least that is what is taught to us as I was growing up. But as I am coming out of my cocoon and exploring the world around me, this believe, which I too also shared, is starting to crumble down. Are we really united? Do we have really have the feeling to stand for each other’s cause or what exactly is this division, that I now believe does exit, is based upon? Like these, plethora of weird questions come in my mind as I am writing these very words. With the observation I have over the period of time, I am bound to believe that we are living in a society which has become more sensitive towards ideas, comments or any form of expression than that of our grandparents. And it will continue to increase in future. The world around us has become more polarised basing upon religion, caste, gender, sexu...

Yesterday I saw Invictus , a wonderful movie by Clint Eastwood. It is about the time of Nelson Mandela when he was just elected as the president of South Africa post apartheid. It showed how divided the country was during that time and how Madiba (as Nelson is called by inhabitants) forged unity among the people by inspiring François Pienaar, the then captain of Springbok( South African National Rugby team), who later goes on to win world cup for his country. A truely inspiring movie and the most inspiring was the poem that Nelson mentioned, Invictus. The poem that kept him standing when all he wanted to do was to lie down in the prison of Robben Island where he remained for eighteen years of his twenty seven years in jail. Friends I will like to share with you the poem. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings ...

“Bhaiya didn’t they gave a demo of how to play a cd in this”, anxious Mayank, with a torch in his hand to help me look inside the CPU, asked me. Again gaining composure on myself I steadily jacked all the wires to the DVD writer and then slowly slide the metal lid of the CPU to close it, and the electronic circuit , laughing like a baby as it has been successful in hiding the compact disc inside it, was devoured of light. “Bhaiya you should have been bit careful”, Mayank continued. I had to answer now, showing my newly nurtured all-izz-well attitude I said, “No issues Mayank, tomorrow I shall give a call to the DELL call centre, guys will come and this DVD-Writer will be back in life.” Tensed Mayan left for the day saying adieu. Closing the door behind me I again switched on my UPS through which the life flowed back to my sleeping baby monster DELL INSPIRON 560s, my first desktop, whose DVD-Writer has few moments back have just swallowed one small diametric compact disc and no...

Hi friends. How are you? I am writing again after a long gap. I hope you are fine and had a safe Holi. On that note belated happy Holi to all of you. Well today’s blog is something that I thought of writing ever since I saw t he controversial movie by Danny Boyle- Slumdog millionaire. Therefore, I did a bit of research work. I followed all kinds of discussions on this movie in print media and different news channels. Our movie stars are putting forward their  opinion. Forget film stars and all big shots even my little sisters, my parents, my aunts each has a take on this movie. Seriously speaking this is the first time in my life I am seeing so much discussion on a film in India . Does Slumdog Millionaire portrays the true India –the India that is shining? Everybody has his or her own opinion. My stand on it is a simple YES. It represents the true India . The life of the slum that has being shown is meticulously portrayed. Whatever be our slogan India shining incredible India et...

Shahruk khan-the name itself pumps me up with loads of energy, oodles of enthusiasm, and tons of joy. Give me his any movies (old/new), show me any of his adds or anything under the sun that he is connected to, will fill me up with happiness that a child has on watching a colored balloon in a mela. Since my childhood days, I had been his great fan. I still remember when I scored poorly in class 2; my Dad blamed it to my craze of Shahruk Khan. I made it a point to watch his each new release. I did not know why exactly I liked him then, was it because of his dimple or was it because of his cheesy dialogues those he delivered effortlessly or was it because of his extraordinary screen presence. I still cannot recollect the reason I had as a child. As I grew up, I started analyzing him. By now, the phenomenon called SRK has become a subject of research for me and I as a person who questions a lot of why for everything, it was obvious for me to figure out the answer for this. I started ...