Women's Reservation Bill
Why people getting so worried that only elite class woman will be voted to power if the women’s reservation bill gets implemented?
...99% of the men who are currently in power are in so called “elite class”. First, ask this folks who oppose reservation to pick at least 5 politicians who are not corrupt and not in the “elite class”. Why taking only the example of Rabri Devi, how many of our male politicians are educated? What all foolish and embarrassing stunts our male politicians make everyday? Why no one is there to comment all those actions as something connected to gender?
Women in all arenas should realize this attitude as an insult and decide not to vote till this bill gets passed or to vote only for women irrespective to the political parties.
I will never consider woman as weak. But our society has built a culture that control and limits the potential of women in the name of values and customs. This should change. The slowly progressing women empowerment activities won’t make much difference in the attitude of men towards women. For that, women should be a part of ruling system. In our present day context, it will never be materialized without a strong “push”. And this bill will act as a trigger for women to participate and force men to make women participate in governmental affairs.
The bill for increasing the salary hikes for MLA’s were passed without a question and why this one taking so long? Are the male politicians getting scared to share the power?
Women should not vote till the bill gets passed. If men want the power, let them have it .If they think, women are not capable why they need our vote. Let men vote and rule. We should show our support towards the bill by not participating in election till we get the bill passed. Don’t let it be another political drama by the politicians to get vote for the next election!
Monday, April 5, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Thanks...
There are days, which unknowingly set our mood in reverse mode, picturing everything as nonsense and meaningless. Unfortunately it was one of those horrible days with a late wake up alarm, unsuccessful hunt for matching dupatta that ended up in change of outfit in last minute, rushing back all the steps back to my room on 2nd floor to get the office ID and a scolding face from Cab driver for making him wait for 10 minutes!!
At office I found my system unusually slow, temperature abnormally freezing and sleep dragging me to bizarre dreams.
A scream made me jump from my sleep. I found everyone anxiously looking around. Security alarm broke the silence with its high pitched squeal .I smelt something very odd and in spilt of a second all our eyes stared to a single point. Smoke pumped in, through our door splits. First it formed a thin line showing its path, changing fast to a cluster of clouds and then spreading the semi black smoke around. Panic struck the floor. I could hear only worried shouts as we rushed to emergency exit. My wits raced for a reason.
I heard my friends calling me and pushing me towards the crowd making me realize that I was moving slow creating another crowd behind me.
Something is wrong. I couldn’t see more than the shoulder of the person who stands before me but I felt the arising tension .The emergency exit is not opening. It some how got jammed!!
Before I could think of anything I heard another scream. Big flames of fire were getting everything, our systems, chairs , papers...We all started running to the other phase .I was too occupied to get scared but my mind kept on racing .My family ,my friends, my dreams. I didn’t have any logic on what I thought. Someone was holding my hand and urging me to move fast- a girl which I didn’t like at all .Why she has taken that effort to take care of me ?She might be hoping for my support too. But I was too horror stuck even to move my little finger. Again the crowd stopped moving causing another confusion .I heard some one whisper in total fear “Its fire every where…”.My heart was beating fast. Is everything ending here? Is that life all about? So many pictures flashed in my thought, my home, my family... How they going to hear this news? My eyes filled...Will I see them again... Oh! I want everything back. I thought of 1000 promises to please the god. .But no answers I got. Loud blast of systems and electronic gadgets cracking in fire petrified me .Some shouted to break the glass window but no one could reach near it… I was too scared to cry or to speak…I thought of the fire, burns and pain. ..This cannot be real. I cannot be in this situation...I should have taken leave today…I shouldn’t have come to job at all... Why no one coming to rescue us…I felt myself choked by the harsh smell of smoke, my eyes burned …I turned around and something hard hit my hand….
I was startled to hear the laugh. Two of my colleagues were standing near me and were laughing. Just one moment ago one of them were holding a stick and trying to break the glass pane. How can he laugh now? Is everything fine now? Confused on “how”, I managed to utter “Thanks...” and smiled gratefully, they saved my life…..
It took few seconds for me to realize that I was dreaming, that too at office, dozing of by my desk!!!!!!! My friends were having a laugh of life explaining to all, how funny it was to see me waking up startled with a strange expression and then suddenly smiling delightfully saying thanks!!!!!!!!!
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At office I found my system unusually slow, temperature abnormally freezing and sleep dragging me to bizarre dreams.
A scream made me jump from my sleep. I found everyone anxiously looking around. Security alarm broke the silence with its high pitched squeal .I smelt something very odd and in spilt of a second all our eyes stared to a single point. Smoke pumped in, through our door splits. First it formed a thin line showing its path, changing fast to a cluster of clouds and then spreading the semi black smoke around. Panic struck the floor. I could hear only worried shouts as we rushed to emergency exit. My wits raced for a reason.
I heard my friends calling me and pushing me towards the crowd making me realize that I was moving slow creating another crowd behind me.
Something is wrong. I couldn’t see more than the shoulder of the person who stands before me but I felt the arising tension .The emergency exit is not opening. It some how got jammed!!
Before I could think of anything I heard another scream. Big flames of fire were getting everything, our systems, chairs , papers...We all started running to the other phase .I was too occupied to get scared but my mind kept on racing .My family ,my friends, my dreams. I didn’t have any logic on what I thought. Someone was holding my hand and urging me to move fast- a girl which I didn’t like at all .Why she has taken that effort to take care of me ?She might be hoping for my support too. But I was too horror stuck even to move my little finger. Again the crowd stopped moving causing another confusion .I heard some one whisper in total fear “Its fire every where…”.My heart was beating fast. Is everything ending here? Is that life all about? So many pictures flashed in my thought, my home, my family... How they going to hear this news? My eyes filled...Will I see them again... Oh! I want everything back. I thought of 1000 promises to please the god. .But no answers I got. Loud blast of systems and electronic gadgets cracking in fire petrified me .Some shouted to break the glass window but no one could reach near it… I was too scared to cry or to speak…I thought of the fire, burns and pain. ..This cannot be real. I cannot be in this situation...I should have taken leave today…I shouldn’t have come to job at all... Why no one coming to rescue us…I felt myself choked by the harsh smell of smoke, my eyes burned …I turned around and something hard hit my hand….
I was startled to hear the laugh. Two of my colleagues were standing near me and were laughing. Just one moment ago one of them were holding a stick and trying to break the glass pane. How can he laugh now? Is everything fine now? Confused on “how”, I managed to utter “Thanks...” and smiled gratefully, they saved my life…..
It took few seconds for me to realize that I was dreaming, that too at office, dozing of by my desk!!!!!!! My friends were having a laugh of life explaining to all, how funny it was to see me waking up startled with a strange expression and then suddenly smiling delightfully saying thanks!!!!!!!!!
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Monday, February 8, 2010
life
The big old house exhaled ageing in every inch. Unkempt courtyard with a creaking gate gave me the first impression of confusion, “Do anyone stays here”? As being there, often, my mom confidently walked ahead with me tailing her quite uncertainly. It was more than 10 years since I have gone there and the picture in my memory was totally different from what I was seeing. There was an adjacent building with lot of big white pillars all around instead of walls, with polished stones coloring the floor in black, white and red, where we as children used to dance and play. At the corner there was a big statue of Krishna which made me confuse it even as a temple.
Now I found the whole structure converted as another house with a different entrance.
There were walls between the two houses; i could feel myself getting a sort of gloominess...like entering into another world...
Nothing happened when we rang the door bell except the noise of chirping birds which I hardly find musical at that moment. To my annoyance mom again rang the bell and before I could scold her I heard a feeble voice. “Who’s is there?”...The same question got repeated in different voice modulation all indicating a week body as its source…I couldn’t hear what my mom talked over that wooden window, I could hear only muffles.
“Open the front door, it is open”-I was again surprised as I obeyed my mom’s word and pushed the front door open. This was the room that made me teach the meaning of the word elegant .It is still afresh in me the moment I asked my dad why he said this room is so elegant. And from then it is always this room that comes to my mind whenever I think or compare elegance.
But now to my utter disbelief the big spacious room was made small by walls, once shining floor has been cracked, cobweb adorning the ceilings and a big table occupying most of the room with bundled up books and newspapers all over it. The only things I found familiar were the old clock that still strike the time correctly even though the faded glass make it difficult to read and the ‘tamburu’ which was kept at the corner ,sheltered partially with a dirty cloth, showing its broken strings covered in cobweb.
The startling cough drew me to a nearby room; he was there, without tooth he resembled an innocent child. His eyes twinkled with his old smile but I felt a pain .He was urging all of us to sit and was talking this n that. When silence crept in I jumped in with some silly questions …But there was moments when there was nothing to converse. Silences... Silences making us feel a drift, meaningless in talks which we carry on and I couldn’t make out the feeling I saw in that old man’s eyes – shyness of being weak, agony of being helpless and something more which I label as acceptance.
Sometimes we long for intrusions, at that moment when topics dried up there was a loud noise near the big pool. Door swing open and an old lady came in; one of his relatives who stayed there to look after him…She was fine-looking though age and life made lot of dark shades all over her face. .I found the same note of resignation and lost sparkles in her smile n words…But I was surprised to see how much care she put to make us comfortable...I can without doubt call her loving.....
I sat there sipping my tea, simply listening to my mom... she was talking and making everyone smile, telling many old stories when they all were young, how lively they were n d place …enjoying their holidays like festivals...Slowly all started to talk and smile happily again recollecting all those wonderful days, explaining to me each n everything.. Showing me the old photographs and big paintings that filled the walls...at that moment I envied my mom so much….She brought a warm happy feeling back to that small crowd...She used to go there only for vacations when she was small, still she is so close to everyone…Knowing all the people around , stories around .. Sometimes I feel she talks too much but she talks so naïve and straight that I couldn’t feel like stopping her...
When I walked back to the gate, I asked my mom what happened to them. And I got lot many strings of answers... government regulations that tied most of their land, confused siblings who struggle between traditional convictions and new world, heavy bundles of customs and culture that made them too weak to move forward, inability to break the walls made by caste n way of life, lack of exposure cocooning them to their own world..And finally she told me with a sigh, “They forgot to change with the world and finally got lost”…
Strangely I thought of that old clock which welcomed us with a foggy shadowed glass...Time is moving but no one can easily make out time correctly with that faded glass….
As we drove back home, I felt like I missed lot of things…not me alone but we, the present and future generation…
Just like my world sometimes seems both strange and amusing to my mother I too find her young life lot of different from what I had and having…I doubt if I could ever bring anyone to any place like my mom have lead me there.… A place with lot of greeneries, river, temples, ponds, birds and familiar people all round....with lot of stories and so much loving and sincere blessings…
But the journey kept on reminding me the words on my office desktop calendar which I never noticed before
“It is not the strongest of the species that survive nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change” –Charles Darwin
Ye, though very sad to admit that is life all about…
Now I found the whole structure converted as another house with a different entrance.
There were walls between the two houses; i could feel myself getting a sort of gloominess...like entering into another world...
Nothing happened when we rang the door bell except the noise of chirping birds which I hardly find musical at that moment. To my annoyance mom again rang the bell and before I could scold her I heard a feeble voice. “Who’s is there?”...The same question got repeated in different voice modulation all indicating a week body as its source…I couldn’t hear what my mom talked over that wooden window, I could hear only muffles.
“Open the front door, it is open”-I was again surprised as I obeyed my mom’s word and pushed the front door open. This was the room that made me teach the meaning of the word elegant .It is still afresh in me the moment I asked my dad why he said this room is so elegant. And from then it is always this room that comes to my mind whenever I think or compare elegance.
But now to my utter disbelief the big spacious room was made small by walls, once shining floor has been cracked, cobweb adorning the ceilings and a big table occupying most of the room with bundled up books and newspapers all over it. The only things I found familiar were the old clock that still strike the time correctly even though the faded glass make it difficult to read and the ‘tamburu’ which was kept at the corner ,sheltered partially with a dirty cloth, showing its broken strings covered in cobweb.
The startling cough drew me to a nearby room; he was there, without tooth he resembled an innocent child. His eyes twinkled with his old smile but I felt a pain .He was urging all of us to sit and was talking this n that. When silence crept in I jumped in with some silly questions …But there was moments when there was nothing to converse. Silences... Silences making us feel a drift, meaningless in talks which we carry on and I couldn’t make out the feeling I saw in that old man’s eyes – shyness of being weak, agony of being helpless and something more which I label as acceptance.
Sometimes we long for intrusions, at that moment when topics dried up there was a loud noise near the big pool. Door swing open and an old lady came in; one of his relatives who stayed there to look after him…She was fine-looking though age and life made lot of dark shades all over her face. .I found the same note of resignation and lost sparkles in her smile n words…But I was surprised to see how much care she put to make us comfortable...I can without doubt call her loving.....
I sat there sipping my tea, simply listening to my mom... she was talking and making everyone smile, telling many old stories when they all were young, how lively they were n d place …enjoying their holidays like festivals...Slowly all started to talk and smile happily again recollecting all those wonderful days, explaining to me each n everything.. Showing me the old photographs and big paintings that filled the walls...at that moment I envied my mom so much….She brought a warm happy feeling back to that small crowd...She used to go there only for vacations when she was small, still she is so close to everyone…Knowing all the people around , stories around .. Sometimes I feel she talks too much but she talks so naïve and straight that I couldn’t feel like stopping her...
When I walked back to the gate, I asked my mom what happened to them. And I got lot many strings of answers... government regulations that tied most of their land, confused siblings who struggle between traditional convictions and new world, heavy bundles of customs and culture that made them too weak to move forward, inability to break the walls made by caste n way of life, lack of exposure cocooning them to their own world..And finally she told me with a sigh, “They forgot to change with the world and finally got lost”…
Strangely I thought of that old clock which welcomed us with a foggy shadowed glass...Time is moving but no one can easily make out time correctly with that faded glass….
As we drove back home, I felt like I missed lot of things…not me alone but we, the present and future generation…
Just like my world sometimes seems both strange and amusing to my mother I too find her young life lot of different from what I had and having…I doubt if I could ever bring anyone to any place like my mom have lead me there.… A place with lot of greeneries, river, temples, ponds, birds and familiar people all round....with lot of stories and so much loving and sincere blessings…
But the journey kept on reminding me the words on my office desktop calendar which I never noticed before
“It is not the strongest of the species that survive nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change” –Charles Darwin
Ye, though very sad to admit that is life all about…
Thursday, January 21, 2010
What do you think of space? Don’t look @ sky please…
I meant personal space…
I strongly believe that we should give others space to live and we should demand space from others. I had lot of fights with this term.
Many won’t understand its importance. Even if it’s your best friend, your lover/partner, parents, siblings or celebrities, they are individual with their own unique likings, their own unique past, their own secret dreams and ambitions and their own thoughts. However close we stand, finally, they only have to live their life, only they can bring the real happiness in their life as only they knew their own unique definition of happiness.… We have to accept that fact…
If you are too judgmental we can never ask a person to open his heart…Its acceptable to have curiosity about others (whatever wonderful terms we use,on the bare mode, its human curiosity that make us listen to others (most of d times)..Don’t be ashamed, it’s this human instinct that lead to all the great discoveries and made us unravel the power of knowledge)
But being too judgmental about other’s life or action is something I loath. Very rarely I place myself in such situations as I never give a chance for some one to ask ‘What happened?’ Every thing in our life will have different versions and I used to tell the versions the listener expects and that’s it. “Satisfy the hunger, no more they will be hunting”-I read this somewhere about lions and I quiet confidently think that it is applicable to human also.
But I have seen many of my friends standing clueless, utterly confused on what they want just coz they r worried on what others will think. I will say it as quiet natural to be worried about what others’ think. To an extend we all live for recognition from others.
The point I don’t understand is why people place others on the same confusing stand when they themselves knew the agony of being there. Might be to check how strong we are on our decision... I don’t know...But personally I think, this test is too hard that many falls here crushing their dreams for others...In other way we ourselves are responsible for this situation .Only when we stop chasing other’s life ,others will move away from you …Then only you will get the space you crave for..
It’s not the term ‘privacy’ I am confusing with space .Space is Space. We all should have space to think and space to take decision about ourselves....
If a person is hurting neither you nor the society, then, why can’t we leave him/her alone.
People are getting so much crowded with other’s thoughts that unknowingly they are loosing the power to think by themselves…What this generation is lacking is the awarenss on what they want or what they can . They want to hide in their own life with all the so called fun , never bothering to observe and listen..
This should change. We should be more open to others…and lenient to ourselves…
Just like you want others to accept you, accept others too. It’s not about accepting there thoughts but accept the person as they are. And be what you really are…
Don’t change anything in your life until you are sure about why you are changing it…If you can’t find fault in what you are doing ,keep the heads up and fight. That’s the courage the world is looking for. You might be wrong….But finally you will know why you are wrong.
That do matter....Coz happiness means knowing what we are doing and why we are we doing that…In short, we should have a purpose in our life which we are fully convinced about.We should never give up an argument (to ourself or to others)until you are sure why you are agreeing...
Life might bring different twists n turns but never bend your dreams scaring to express what you believe…. Be sure of what you agreeing and make sure you are doing what you believe and not what others believe….
I meant personal space…
I strongly believe that we should give others space to live and we should demand space from others. I had lot of fights with this term.
Many won’t understand its importance. Even if it’s your best friend, your lover/partner, parents, siblings or celebrities, they are individual with their own unique likings, their own unique past, their own secret dreams and ambitions and their own thoughts. However close we stand, finally, they only have to live their life, only they can bring the real happiness in their life as only they knew their own unique definition of happiness.… We have to accept that fact…
If you are too judgmental we can never ask a person to open his heart…Its acceptable to have curiosity about others (whatever wonderful terms we use,on the bare mode, its human curiosity that make us listen to others (most of d times)..Don’t be ashamed, it’s this human instinct that lead to all the great discoveries and made us unravel the power of knowledge)
But being too judgmental about other’s life or action is something I loath. Very rarely I place myself in such situations as I never give a chance for some one to ask ‘What happened?’ Every thing in our life will have different versions and I used to tell the versions the listener expects and that’s it. “Satisfy the hunger, no more they will be hunting”-I read this somewhere about lions and I quiet confidently think that it is applicable to human also.
But I have seen many of my friends standing clueless, utterly confused on what they want just coz they r worried on what others will think. I will say it as quiet natural to be worried about what others’ think. To an extend we all live for recognition from others.
The point I don’t understand is why people place others on the same confusing stand when they themselves knew the agony of being there. Might be to check how strong we are on our decision... I don’t know...But personally I think, this test is too hard that many falls here crushing their dreams for others...In other way we ourselves are responsible for this situation .Only when we stop chasing other’s life ,others will move away from you …Then only you will get the space you crave for..
It’s not the term ‘privacy’ I am confusing with space .Space is Space. We all should have space to think and space to take decision about ourselves....
If a person is hurting neither you nor the society, then, why can’t we leave him/her alone.
People are getting so much crowded with other’s thoughts that unknowingly they are loosing the power to think by themselves…What this generation is lacking is the awarenss on what they want or what they can . They want to hide in their own life with all the so called fun , never bothering to observe and listen..
This should change. We should be more open to others…and lenient to ourselves…
Just like you want others to accept you, accept others too. It’s not about accepting there thoughts but accept the person as they are. And be what you really are…
Don’t change anything in your life until you are sure about why you are changing it…If you can’t find fault in what you are doing ,keep the heads up and fight. That’s the courage the world is looking for. You might be wrong….But finally you will know why you are wrong.
That do matter....Coz happiness means knowing what we are doing and why we are we doing that…In short, we should have a purpose in our life which we are fully convinced about.We should never give up an argument (to ourself or to others)until you are sure why you are agreeing...
Life might bring different twists n turns but never bend your dreams scaring to express what you believe…. Be sure of what you agreeing and make sure you are doing what you believe and not what others believe….
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
My B'Day
Hello,
Y’day was my B’day!! I turned 24...sounds a bit old na? Being totally helpless I have choose to accept the new “age count” with full excitement…Bday always make me feel young n very special... Wishes, gifts, cheers, cakes...
I had a totally different picture about me @ 24, few years back…I thought of myself being a bit more serious, matured, focused, independent. But there is not much difference I can spot other than being in a job n getting sum extra bucks to spend...Still I am the very same talkative, careless, clueless girl who thought of being in 20’s as something pretty great n wonderful…
But years do have seasoned me a bit here n there…Some for good and some still I cant set apart as good or bad...That’s d problem...We cant simply say experience done me good as I know something better than yesterday…In lot cases it is good to stay as know-nothing kid. That avoids lot of tensions n confusions …But again, we are choice less...We cant do nothing to wipe out all we have crammed in our head just to stay calm n free...It keeps on pondering …It keeps on adding …The best thing age do is, it will teach you how to “appear” calm and that’s the only thing the whole world is concerned about.
I never understood the point of asking someone’s approval/persuading them to say “its fine” when we are damn sure that they don’t really ‘like’ it (not about single occurrences nor about official stuff) .It only makes us feel good … making the other appear ‘ok’ with what u r doing…And in most cases it will makes the other confused trying to digest it as good (at least my opinion was asked!) when mind says the other way…It happens to me and of course ,I do this trick to others too …One more shortcut to happiness !!
That’s what age teach you...Tricks, tricks n lot more tricks… Some we are so used to that we consider it as well and correct…Leave it!
So, back to my Bday….It was simply great…Again proving me wrong, I am finding my life after college & school, equally or sometimes more exciting than the earlier part … Nowadays ,It never occur to me to think differently between my colleagues & classmates…a bunch of fun…Might be coz we got lot of young people around here. Anyway, I don’t think my workspace will make me think and act maturely in the way I have imagined out from books and movies...But it does made me understand the importance of being careful, being organized, being more open to other’s view points & being independent…If all this adds up as factors that contribute to maturity, I am climbing up..
My great friends@ room had dearly enjoyed my Bday…Am damn sure!! When chocolate cake n cream created maps on my face I assured myself as lucky and my friends as very sweet. But my friends took it just as a starter….
Greasing me all over with all the stuffs my room could offer including some ayurvedic oil (medicine 4 sprains I guess) which keeps my hair stink even after two days and 4 hair wash is something very rare to do. Right? Think of poor me, Next day in office with bday sweets n sticky perfumed hair...My shampoos stood helpless and I had to run for tissue to wipe the oil that wells up in my hand n face (@office)...With full oily head I was feeling so sleepy that I was trying hard not to fall from my seat…My droopy eyes made most of my colleagues think/tease that I have drunk a lot on my bday eve!!!!!!!!!!!!..(Please believe I haven’t…….)
To be very frank the only thing I longed on this whole day was “SLEEP”. I was praying hard to get over the day very fast, to make the clock tick fast and to hit the bed soon…
P.S –Thanks a lot my friends…. for the wonderful bashing Birthday eve( with b’day song ,chocolate cake ,that never forgettable “attack”, “self indulging” bath , lays n ketchup with our never ending talks...) for the beautiful flowers, nice gifts and the messages that kept my mobz beeping with “Inbox full”pop ups… Thanks a lot for the wishes…Love you all…
You have really made me feel special…
Y’day was my B’day!! I turned 24...sounds a bit old na? Being totally helpless I have choose to accept the new “age count” with full excitement…Bday always make me feel young n very special... Wishes, gifts, cheers, cakes...
I had a totally different picture about me @ 24, few years back…I thought of myself being a bit more serious, matured, focused, independent. But there is not much difference I can spot other than being in a job n getting sum extra bucks to spend...Still I am the very same talkative, careless, clueless girl who thought of being in 20’s as something pretty great n wonderful…
But years do have seasoned me a bit here n there…Some for good and some still I cant set apart as good or bad...That’s d problem...We cant simply say experience done me good as I know something better than yesterday…In lot cases it is good to stay as know-nothing kid. That avoids lot of tensions n confusions …But again, we are choice less...We cant do nothing to wipe out all we have crammed in our head just to stay calm n free...It keeps on pondering …It keeps on adding …The best thing age do is, it will teach you how to “appear” calm and that’s the only thing the whole world is concerned about.
I never understood the point of asking someone’s approval/persuading them to say “its fine” when we are damn sure that they don’t really ‘like’ it (not about single occurrences nor about official stuff) .It only makes us feel good … making the other appear ‘ok’ with what u r doing…And in most cases it will makes the other confused trying to digest it as good (at least my opinion was asked!) when mind says the other way…It happens to me and of course ,I do this trick to others too …One more shortcut to happiness !!
That’s what age teach you...Tricks, tricks n lot more tricks… Some we are so used to that we consider it as well and correct…Leave it!
So, back to my Bday….It was simply great…Again proving me wrong, I am finding my life after college & school, equally or sometimes more exciting than the earlier part … Nowadays ,It never occur to me to think differently between my colleagues & classmates…a bunch of fun…Might be coz we got lot of young people around here. Anyway, I don’t think my workspace will make me think and act maturely in the way I have imagined out from books and movies...But it does made me understand the importance of being careful, being organized, being more open to other’s view points & being independent…If all this adds up as factors that contribute to maturity, I am climbing up..
My great friends@ room had dearly enjoyed my Bday…Am damn sure!! When chocolate cake n cream created maps on my face I assured myself as lucky and my friends as very sweet. But my friends took it just as a starter….
Greasing me all over with all the stuffs my room could offer including some ayurvedic oil (medicine 4 sprains I guess) which keeps my hair stink even after two days and 4 hair wash is something very rare to do. Right? Think of poor me, Next day in office with bday sweets n sticky perfumed hair...My shampoos stood helpless and I had to run for tissue to wipe the oil that wells up in my hand n face (@office)...With full oily head I was feeling so sleepy that I was trying hard not to fall from my seat…My droopy eyes made most of my colleagues think/tease that I have drunk a lot on my bday eve!!!!!!!!!!!!..(Please believe I haven’t…….)
To be very frank the only thing I longed on this whole day was “SLEEP”. I was praying hard to get over the day very fast, to make the clock tick fast and to hit the bed soon…
P.S –Thanks a lot my friends…. for the wonderful bashing Birthday eve( with b’day song ,chocolate cake ,that never forgettable “attack”, “self indulging” bath , lays n ketchup with our never ending talks...) for the beautiful flowers, nice gifts and the messages that kept my mobz beeping with “Inbox full”pop ups… Thanks a lot for the wishes…Love you all…
You have really made me feel special…
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
As Rekha reminded me, today is the last day of this year. Just like the gone years, 2009 is also going to be locked in memories, is going to be something from past. I don’t feel much nostalgic about this year. The only thing that made me feel sad is...I won’t be writing in the same old diary which was with me for the past one year. I used to keep it near my pillow, everyday promising to write more next day but ends up in two or three lines as usual with a big yawn and a sloppy good night...Still I love those pages...its me ..Smiling dreaming, laughing, crying, scolding, bored, anguished, tired, happy, bold...
It was on my 8th grade that I seriously started writing it and...Oh…it is 10 year now... (Now only I counted .he he)
At times when I am all alone to myself I used to take all my diaries together from the hush-hush hiding place, spread it my bed and start reading from here and there. It is like turning all those days back. When I was small, I used to write very elaborately, based on time. What I did before going to school, what I chatted with my friends, their response….everything n everything...
As time passed I started using lot of secret codes (of course scared of my brother who finds only my diary as the interesting reading material!!! He used to make fun, quoting from my diary and I used to get really annoyed! Once I made a big issue and my dad “ordered” no one supposed to read my diaries other than me as diaries are something very personal. From that day, these pages belonged to me only; at least my brother was silent even if he was reading it!!! That was enough for me!).
When secret codes became boring/confusing (as I started forgetting the short forms which I only gave),I became poetic, using all words from the novels and text books and my topic will be only the relevant ones (at that time).
Then I became very much philosophical, analyzing my emotional status of the particular day …A sort of introspection. I used to make the things what I did appear right at the end of the day with all sort of explanation which now looks like total absurdity …I used to experiment with all sort of styles(like a letter, like a story , like a poem, like a conversation....)..
Then suddenly it stopped, I became so busy with my life that I missed so many months in my diary...Every time I saw my diary in my bag below all my dresses and books, I used to take never carried out promises to fill it next day, but it remained there untouched…I found so many reasons for that…First and foremost is that I moved to my college hostel, where I found talking and giggling as a non stop activity till the point I cant’ resist sleep, .Even if I get some time free I started getting more into web world with blogging ,mails and chat ..Slowly I drifted away from my old companion who I avoided as being time consuming; unsafe and outdated…
…Sometimes I feel relived that I didn’t write all those days into words. Sometimes I wish I have written those days... At least I could have find answers for so many of my stupid decisions I did, like I used to do before...Now ,I am left to think and think trying hard to understand and justify why I did like that ?Why I didn’t said that loud ?etc n etc with no specific answer.
I missed so many happy moments too which I could have cherished all through my life...I missed so many wonderful feelings and emotions I had gone through….Now I regret deeply that I missed an important part of my life coz I failed to jot all those moments in my little diary…
So on a fine day (sorry! Night) I started it again...Sometimes I do miss days coz there wont be anything special to write. Will b the same day, waking up startled by alarm, getting ready, going to office in hurry, having some talks and laughs ,silly small tensions ,worrying about career ,feeling home sick ,never ending complain about food, back to room, again some talks n snacks, much more laughter ,phone calls from family ,again feeling home sick, thinking about dieting and future a bit (doing nothing about both),talking in between, climbing to bed ,trying hard to get rid of the annoying headache and wish to sleep and at some point drifting without knowing that sleep finally hugged me snugly… ..
But mostly I do write something, at least a good night and do feel good about it…
So today I have to write a Good Bye note in the last page of my diary. As I told, I didn’t think this was a great year for me. But there are so many changes that happened, even in my attitude ,myself, my thinking, my surroundings…So much change that many times I find myself questioning on whatever I did earlier like a stranger. I think I am getting mature... (Hopefully)
Anyway we have to move on. And that’s all time, age and life is all about…
I got not many resolutions this time. I am just going to take and follow my decisions…Don’t know where it leads but at some point of life we have to be courageous enough to do something .…I will write about this again only if it comes out well…
So Bye 2009...Happy New Year…
It was on my 8th grade that I seriously started writing it and...Oh…it is 10 year now... (Now only I counted .he he)
At times when I am all alone to myself I used to take all my diaries together from the hush-hush hiding place, spread it my bed and start reading from here and there. It is like turning all those days back. When I was small, I used to write very elaborately, based on time. What I did before going to school, what I chatted with my friends, their response….everything n everything...
As time passed I started using lot of secret codes (of course scared of my brother who finds only my diary as the interesting reading material!!! He used to make fun, quoting from my diary and I used to get really annoyed! Once I made a big issue and my dad “ordered” no one supposed to read my diaries other than me as diaries are something very personal. From that day, these pages belonged to me only; at least my brother was silent even if he was reading it!!! That was enough for me!).
When secret codes became boring/confusing (as I started forgetting the short forms which I only gave),I became poetic, using all words from the novels and text books and my topic will be only the relevant ones (at that time).
Then I became very much philosophical, analyzing my emotional status of the particular day …A sort of introspection. I used to make the things what I did appear right at the end of the day with all sort of explanation which now looks like total absurdity …I used to experiment with all sort of styles(like a letter, like a story , like a poem, like a conversation....)..
Then suddenly it stopped, I became so busy with my life that I missed so many months in my diary...Every time I saw my diary in my bag below all my dresses and books, I used to take never carried out promises to fill it next day, but it remained there untouched…I found so many reasons for that…First and foremost is that I moved to my college hostel, where I found talking and giggling as a non stop activity till the point I cant’ resist sleep, .Even if I get some time free I started getting more into web world with blogging ,mails and chat ..Slowly I drifted away from my old companion who I avoided as being time consuming; unsafe and outdated…
…Sometimes I feel relived that I didn’t write all those days into words. Sometimes I wish I have written those days... At least I could have find answers for so many of my stupid decisions I did, like I used to do before...Now ,I am left to think and think trying hard to understand and justify why I did like that ?Why I didn’t said that loud ?etc n etc with no specific answer.
I missed so many happy moments too which I could have cherished all through my life...I missed so many wonderful feelings and emotions I had gone through….Now I regret deeply that I missed an important part of my life coz I failed to jot all those moments in my little diary…
So on a fine day (sorry! Night) I started it again...Sometimes I do miss days coz there wont be anything special to write. Will b the same day, waking up startled by alarm, getting ready, going to office in hurry, having some talks and laughs ,silly small tensions ,worrying about career ,feeling home sick ,never ending complain about food, back to room, again some talks n snacks, much more laughter ,phone calls from family ,again feeling home sick, thinking about dieting and future a bit (doing nothing about both),talking in between, climbing to bed ,trying hard to get rid of the annoying headache and wish to sleep and at some point drifting without knowing that sleep finally hugged me snugly… ..
But mostly I do write something, at least a good night and do feel good about it…
So today I have to write a Good Bye note in the last page of my diary. As I told, I didn’t think this was a great year for me. But there are so many changes that happened, even in my attitude ,myself, my thinking, my surroundings…So much change that many times I find myself questioning on whatever I did earlier like a stranger. I think I am getting mature... (Hopefully)
Anyway we have to move on. And that’s all time, age and life is all about…
I got not many resolutions this time. I am just going to take and follow my decisions…Don’t know where it leads but at some point of life we have to be courageous enough to do something .…I will write about this again only if it comes out well…
So Bye 2009...Happy New Year…
Sunday, December 27, 2009
How to react
What I came across today...Of course... News!!!…I don’t know how to react. Really, I don’t know.
A man who retired as one of Haryana's most senior policemen has been sentenced to six months in prison for molesting a teenager in 1990. The victim killed herself three years later. And now, Rathore's six-month sentence seems like a travesty of justice. He has already been granted bail and says he will appeal against this verdict.
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In a major security breach, an Indian national working as a cleaner at Medina airport in Saudi Arabia managed to travel on an Air India flight, carrying 273 Haj pilgrims from Saudi Arabia to India, hiding in the toilet of the aircraft.Habib Hussain, 26, from Moradabad in Uttar Pradesh, told the police that the contractor who employed him there had taken away his passport and harassed him. Finding no other way out to return home, he sneaked into the Air India flight to Jaipur.
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Just compare the two news stories on live. One Indian sneaked into Air India flight as a last measure to escape from harassment and been caught. I am damn sure he will get more imprisonment (6 months!!) and harassment from our authority than this powerful criminal who can speak to media and confidently ask India to forget the "old" issue.
It is not just another case where Indian judicial system came out with a ridiculous verdict. It is a case which makes every sensible Indian utterly hopeless. Who can we blame if youth takes side with violence/tolerance rather than going by so called law n order?
Being a citizen we have the right to know on what basis the court have given such a verdict. Going through this article, make, every Indian girl think twice before complaining on such situation. “Ruchka might have been alive if she took this issue less seriously or if she never bothered to complain.” This going to be the imprint Indians get after this case...Even such a thought is going to kill Women's integrity.
What a Great Samskar India got! We should be really proud! Indian democracy, Indian culture, Indian values, and Indian judiciary. All this so called greatness are merely turning to be nothing more than words and myths
It is not another case of corruption or money politics but it poses a serious question - What is right and what is wrong decision? In this case the final verdict proved that Ruchka’s decision was practically wrong after all…Should we allow this to happen? Should we let our children to believe this????
There should be an investigation on judicial verdict. I know our law doesn’t permit this, still there should be something...Something to prove that the teen who took a risky stand against evil was RIGHT..
I got only one prayer..Never let time and another sensational news take over this one..
A man who retired as one of Haryana's most senior policemen has been sentenced to six months in prison for molesting a teenager in 1990. The victim killed herself three years later. And now, Rathore's six-month sentence seems like a travesty of justice. He has already been granted bail and says he will appeal against this verdict.
...........................................................
In a major security breach, an Indian national working as a cleaner at Medina airport in Saudi Arabia managed to travel on an Air India flight, carrying 273 Haj pilgrims from Saudi Arabia to India, hiding in the toilet of the aircraft.Habib Hussain, 26, from Moradabad in Uttar Pradesh, told the police that the contractor who employed him there had taken away his passport and harassed him. Finding no other way out to return home, he sneaked into the Air India flight to Jaipur.
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Just compare the two news stories on live. One Indian sneaked into Air India flight as a last measure to escape from harassment and been caught. I am damn sure he will get more imprisonment (6 months!!) and harassment from our authority than this powerful criminal who can speak to media and confidently ask India to forget the "old" issue.
It is not just another case where Indian judicial system came out with a ridiculous verdict. It is a case which makes every sensible Indian utterly hopeless. Who can we blame if youth takes side with violence/tolerance rather than going by so called law n order?
Being a citizen we have the right to know on what basis the court have given such a verdict. Going through this article, make, every Indian girl think twice before complaining on such situation. “Ruchka might have been alive if she took this issue less seriously or if she never bothered to complain.” This going to be the imprint Indians get after this case...Even such a thought is going to kill Women's integrity.
What a Great Samskar India got! We should be really proud! Indian democracy, Indian culture, Indian values, and Indian judiciary. All this so called greatness are merely turning to be nothing more than words and myths
It is not another case of corruption or money politics but it poses a serious question - What is right and what is wrong decision? In this case the final verdict proved that Ruchka’s decision was practically wrong after all…Should we allow this to happen? Should we let our children to believe this????
There should be an investigation on judicial verdict. I know our law doesn’t permit this, still there should be something...Something to prove that the teen who took a risky stand against evil was RIGHT..
I got only one prayer..Never let time and another sensational news take over this one..
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