Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Don’t Let The Weight Of The Books Pull You Down

If you’re a seventeen year old Indian and are reading this, you along with me and lakhs of other students across the subcontinent are trying to while away time during one of the most critical period of our academic lives, our BOARDS.

I won’t even bother explaining the huge idiotic importance given to them in our educational system but I’ll tell you why I wrote this post. A friend of mine wanted a pep talk to get her board preparation on track. Mind you, my own study schedule is down in the dumps (evidence- me writing this blog post instead of studying) yet I decided to kill two birds with one stone and inspire her, as well as myself. Here’s the entire conversation

 XYZ: You can't until you're 18?
 Me: Yes...it was a joke on your status -. -
 XYZ: OH
 XYZ: LOL
 Me: Oh womaniya #facepalm
 XYZ: Annoying song hai
 Me: Toh aap pagal hain
 XYZ: :D
 Me: Itni khushi?
 XYZ: Lol
 Me: Paglu
 XYZ: I need a pep talk
 XYZ: For studying
 Me: In a moment
 Me: Okay hear up

You remember the story Ted told Robin when he failed to set up a successful architecture firm? If not I'll tell it to you again. Once there was an architect who was asked to design a library. He built a magnificent, beautiful library with elegant crafting and meticulously designed beauty. But once it was done, the building started shifting into the ground a little everyday until one day it collapsed. The guy had failed to account for the weight of the books.
Our life, right now, stands at the same precipice where the architect's design stood before being constructed. Like the guy, we have plans to build the most awesome, kickass library like life for ourselves but it is at this crucial time that we should not fail to take into account the weight of the books. Our boards may seem dull, and essentially symbolic. But they are a stamp that'll last all our life. It's not that they matter a lot. Au contraire, they matter a very tiny bit. But do what you may, you can't change the fact that they do matter. So it's time we rework our design and add the weight of the books, one by one, however long it may take and then build our building. Someday in the future, when you add thousands of more books, you'll be confident enough to proudly say with a grin on your face "This building ain't gonna fall"

 XYZ: WHAT THEFUCK GUPTA I LOVE YOU

Friends, I know all of us have grumbled throughout the year, procrastinated everything, laughed at the professors constant monotonous “STUDY” warnings, but the moment of truth is upon us. The fear is setting in and we are waking up to a pile load of books, waiting to be understood. It’s time we hit the books, just for this one last piece of high school (or junior college) drama and win this.

To sum it up,

Kripya apne Laptop ko band Karen aur Textbooks ko padhna shuru Karen.The Standing Coin padhne ke liye dhanyavad.Aasha hai aapki aankhon ka safar aaram dayak raha hoga aur aap humare blog ko phir padenge.



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Saturday, January 26, 2013

Aazadiyan:A Look At Life

NOTE:This is guest blog post I wrote for Nelton D'Souza's blog Just A Minute Here's the link to the post http://justamin.blogspot.in/2013/01/aazadiyana-look-at-life.html Also,I recommend you read these posts as well : It's Okay To Be Confused, Debugging Life and Debugging Life(Rebooted)
Something which all of us acknowledge is the presence of the nagging voice in our hearts. It's the voice which tells us what we really want, what we are or what we have become. It's that tiny little poke which reminds us how we have somehow screwed up life and we should "un-screw" it. One of the common commands it issues is to break free and change everything. Call it whatever you want, I call it Aazadi.

Don't mistake me for the colloquial English synonym "freedom". To me Aazadi expresses much more than freedom. It reflects the pride of achieving our dream, cherishing our passion and our inexpressible joy at doing all of that. Someone finds solace in snapping pictures of animals while someone loves to play the drums. Someone loves writing poems while on the flip side, some find sadistic pleasure in being a critic. My point is that everyone has his or her own forte and guilty pleasures. But not everyone gets to do that. Some bow down to the pressure of economic troubles and some to social ridicule. Some are scared by the magnitude to scale and some have plainly lost hope.Some,like Santiago are still searching for their Alchemist while some are being their own.
It's a funny thing how many people claim passion to be hokum,dismissing it as lore.I pity them because they don't know the feeling  of true happiness. I'm on the path of achieving my own dream, and the rush,the feel,the emotions,the passion and the pure unadulterated exhilaration is simply unmatchable.
People ask me with awestruck faces "You're 17 and you think you know your passion and your dreams?Yeah right!". I tell them this: Dreams don't have age,nor does your passion or happiness. As to how I stumbled on to my Philosopher's stone, it was easy. Just think and ponder over this question: "What would you do if money didn't matter?" and you'll find the answer. 



To all those who still believe their thoughts and their dreams are entangled and chained in shackles, I quote my favourite song

Pairon ki bediyan khwabon ko baandhe nahi re, kabhi nahi re
Mitti ki parton ko nanne se ankur bhi cheeray, dheere dheere
Iraade hare hare, jinke seeno mein ghar kare
Woh dil ki sune kare na darre, na darre

Subah ki kirno ko rokein jo salaakhein hai kahan
Jo khayalon pe pehre daale woh aankhein hai kahan
Par khulne ki deri hai parinde udh ke choomenge
Aasman aasman aasman


Dream and dream on friends :)

The epitome of freedom


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Sunday, January 20, 2013

The Gawkadal Massacre


Look at the grief of a commonerWith nearly two-third of January gone and almost all of our new year resolutions broken, the day of 20th January 2013 dawned to the 23rd anniversary of a brutal, ghastly incident which ironically most people don’t know about. I confess that even I was among those who didn't know about this incident until some of my Twitter friends alerted me. So to that entire generation which doesn't even know where Gawkadal is, here’s a summarised account.


On  the night of 19thJanuary 1990, Mr. Jagmohan was appointed as the Governor of Jammu and Kashmir, despite wide disapproval from the populace as well as the state government. In fact, the state government led by then Chief Minister Farooq Abdullah, resigned in protest. The very same night, the CRPF (Central Reserve Police Force) carried out unwarranted raids and inspections in Srinagar and arrested thousands of innocent people. Next morning when the word of the arrests got out, thousands of protesters poured out on the streets in anti-government marches, much similar to the outrage over the recent Delhi Gang Rape incident. In the evening, the protesters reached Srinagar’s wooden bridge over the Jhelum River named Gawkadal Bridge. To control this supposed unruly crowd, the CRPF opened fire on them, resulting in the death of 51(government toll) or 281(estimated toll). Also, thousands of people died as they had jumped into the river out of fear and drowned.
CRPF arrests protesters in Srinagar
23 years later, Kashmir still awaits justice. The police buried the investigation as “untraceable” and Delhi did everything to bury it. After all which government would want to have this on their resume? But the truth of the matter remains that this incident was no less brutal than the horrific Jallianwala Bagh massacre. Anyone devoid of sympathy, here’s a food for thought. Hundreds of people died before seeing the Internet. Many kids were orphaned just because some idiots in Delhi wanted power. Women were widowed because the government lacked the balls to take on a peaceful protest headfirst. As the 21stCentury citizens of India, we have learned to show our displeasure and annoyance at the government. But our forerunners were brutally massacred and ironically, almost no one knew. All I ask for is awareness, sympathy and respect. Awareness about this disgusting use of fascist fanatic force to crush the voice of the commoners. Sympathy for the original protesters who bravely gave up their lives for something they believed was right. Respect for the entire population of Kashmir, where (and I quote), “Every prayer is to beg god for a moment of peace in his heaven on earth.
Child Kisses Memorial Stone of Gaw Kadal Massacre

The need of the hour is crystal clear. India is awakening and the iron is red hot, ready to be struck. It’s time we change. I hope we change. Soon, Fast and Now.

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Friday, January 11, 2013

Matru Ki Bijli Ka Mandola-Movie Review

NOTE:This review was also put up on IMDB(http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2106537/reviews-6)\

I generally don't do film reviews and frankly I wouldn't have done this unless my driver hadn't been late to pick me up.So if you hate this post, you know whom to blame.


That done with, Matru Ki Bijli Ka Mandola or MKBKM is in one word, a riot.You can easily see Vishal Bhardwaj dripping all over this flick as he does an excellent job directing this movie(and singing one of the tracks as well).I wont give away the plot but it revolves around three characters: Harry Mandola, a rustic rich construction business owner who's acute alcohol consumption keeps him swinging between two personalities i.e. a bumbling,heavily accented fool and the other of a suave,daughter adoring father.Second is Bijli, Harry's daughter who is a beautiful,wild spirited girl with a golden heart.She's childhood friends with the last main character,Matru. Matru is a LLB graduate who works for Harry as a driver cum man-friday. Oh! Did I mention Gulabo, the pink buffalo?

So,with that background,the plot revolves around a hostile government land acquisition in a village.But in MKBKM, it's not the plot but the funny little scenes which matter.Both,intense and comic at the same time,Bhardwaj has created a film which is obvious in it's plot yet keeps your wit running as to what happens next.
Pankaj Kapur takes away the accolades for his brilliant acting and performance while Anushka's role was far more of being eye-candy with assistance in sub plots (Not that I'm complaining!). Imran Khan too plays second fiddle to Pankaj Kapoor, but his skills and versatility as an actor are simply great.The music as well as direction had the usual yet hatke style of all Vishal Bhardwaj movies.
Lastly, the flaws. The dialogues although well written, were heavily accented and required a bit of North Indian blood in you to grasp their meaning. Secondly, although the movie is rated U/A and there are no scenes of sexual depictions, the sly abuse laced language could result in some odd questions from a younger crowd. I mean would you be willing to answer a 7 year old's question: "What does Bhencho mean?” Plus, some scenes are blunt and simply added for over dramatization so if you're one of those so called "true cinema lovers", you might throw up.
So to sum it up, as Anushka Sharma's waist says, Dekho Magar Pyaar Se ;)




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