One of the moods of the Tsomorai lake

One of the moods of the Tsomorai lake
A souvenier from 'Ladakh'...

Monday, September 27, 2010

'Mumbaiyya'


                                     Maharashtra is undergoing or has undergone a revolution which is only richly valuable to the 'Marathi', I repeat the word 'Marathi' and not the other languages like bihari, malayali, gujrathi, parsi......(the list is too long). The latter can only comment upon leaving aside the rich values and creeping thus in to hot discussions, debates, verbal abuses and political uproar. Look what has been done!!! The conspirer who conspired this game long ago has finally won. He sits on a couch of his house sipping 'chaha' and watching the two monkeys of the 'same land' fight and cut each other’s noses. He brewed venom in his words which today has made the wound to a lump of virus infected chunk.

                    When Lakshmi mittal decided to build a steel factory in Rajasthan (which so far appears to be his home town) the rajasthanis were proud of him. well I do not think the US commented upon it as biased or unwelcome. Poor Amitabh bachan must be thinking of a peaceful solution to the abusive remarks the MNS workers thrusted upon him. A credit at least goes to a place where he spent his childhood. Spent those years where neighbours and friends sat with him and shared his emotions, smiles and laughter or the whiff of the air which made him feel it’s his. As a great actor he has contributed a lot to the Indian cinema, again I repeat ' Indian cinema' and not Marathi cinema. He enacted a song with parveen babi '"much gaya shore sari nagri re" a scene that reflects a bit of Marathi in it. As an actor he has made millions of maharashtrians smile or admire this song. Now that’s his contribution. Money has got nothing to do with it. It’s the politicians who should contribute by fair means.

          If Mr Birla told the newsmen that 'the Taj will open very soon despite the attacks of the militants," he wasn’t just thinking of the marketing stunts to make for the losses  to his hotel rather a patriot's voice was heard to all millions who carefully were listening and appreciated his words abroad as well.

                           Ask any "Indian" I repeat any 'Indian' and not maharashtrian what they think of Mumbai as. I’m dead sure every Indian will say it’s a cosmolitan city, a business capital, a bollywood town... well its true we all are not clear about the history of Maharashtra when it comes to speaking of great endeavours by shivaji or shivajis battle with the British or Mughals, but is Mumbai in any way connected to the greatness of Marathas or a capital that runs successful by its 'multicultural domain' I again repeat dear readers 'multicultural domain' by more than two cultures. Count the personalities in Mumbai who are noted all round the nation and tell me how many are maharashtrians who have contributed more than them in any way. Mumbai is a city of dreams.
Rani lakshmibai was a maharashtrian no doubt but she was respected by the state which was not her so called “janmabhoomi" as many politicians speak of it.  Imagine what she would think if she existed today. Nevertheless she exists or shivaji exists in our hearts, stories not because he was a maharastrian or a Maratha but because they were great warriors and fought to seek freedom.

                                           My dear readers Mumbai is no doubt an important part of Maharashtra but let’s not forget the reality that it is well bound by many cultures staying at its heart for hundreds of years. And one last truth or reality or fact or even a sarcastic remark that you may attribute to my words is that " Only marathis will be seen or heard or read supporting the so called rich valuable political historical ethos by our only hard core patriot who cried buckets when apart from our martyred police officers who were killed in the recent Mumbai attacks there was  a ‘ maharashtrian ‘ but a non-Marathi army officer"  who’s name till date  doesn’t find a place  in alignment with those who laid their lives on ‘their cultural land’. 
                                  I have read books being written on the late police officers especially by our Marathi authors......is there any Marathi writer who wrote a book on this southindian officer who was the only son a young one rather of his parents who are also 'mumbaikkars'!!!!!!!!!? and who laid down his life too fighting valiantly against terrorists.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

The beginning!

2012.................Whatever u may call it ...but just don’t make fun of it....

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September 10 2010 12:05 AM   Mood: Contemplative   Writing:   

Whether u like it or not, believe it’s true or consider it a fake ....this news has already hit the world...the ancient calendars are speaking of a closure of 2012.....well we can understand it as a 'restart' theory altogether..
                  When something ends it follows with a new beginning. I remember a true incident told be one on my spiritual masters when he was on his way to the mountain peaks of Ladakh (close to the Sino-Tibetan border and geographically in India). Bad weather conditions made him sojourn in a nearby cave. Inside it he could see some young and magnificent looking sages seated in a meditative posture. He telepathically communicated to them and was aghast to discover that they were here for nearly millions of years now...
And they wanted to convey a message through him that the world is going to 'restart' again after reaching to a completed 'nil'. And they would come out of their caves then....something like from a Noah’s
               Well I only wanted to share what I learnt from this teacher some 10 yrs ago......as I read this topic. I really don’t know how far this stands true but one thing I can say is that even the powers around us would come together to save our world or human kind if we try saving our earth in the very first case. It’s high time we thought just about ourselves and remain stuck to the 'Me'or 'I' factor! The time has finally arrived for us to come out of our soul-immune shells and have some soul talk with the universe out there!

Leap.....if you can!

Leap .........if u can!!
Sympathies dont work always in life. Well for sons an apt saying that goes like this, "save the stick and spoil the brat".....sometimes goes hand in hand over some social networking sites as well.
We neither do have any sons here nor do we have any adorable daughters but somehow the 'stick' still remains at its original place.
                          This place is like a huge banyan tree and we are the monkeys waiting to leap from one branch to another. Whether its youngsters or oldies such sites are open for all to leap, socialise and chat to such an extent that our aspirations of understanding someone dies its own natural death before even it has begun to sprout.The monkey wants to flicker everytime he is in a mood to leap. Wow! not to miss this..the other day while interacting with a so-called 'freind' of mine i discovered that he has more than 500 'friends' in his list. There is no need of any tree for this one i guessed....the branch itself is fruitifying on its own, non-stoppable growth while the monkey will have to think what should he do with this 'whole-sale' number of 'chat- maniacs' which he mistakable/unthinkably/foolishly or freakingly added in his so called list.
                                   Well the 'genre' of monkeys and the genre of banyan trees doesnt just stop here. One of d genres have few or no one in their list.....reason! they find this whole site and relationship a virtual one. Well fair enough if u are genuinely interested in making good freinds but this intelligent specie has a wonderful reason to do to this...they find their 'preys' ( oh soryy buddies) or catch them handy in their rooms to fix a date or time. No wonder these sites provide this facility for a date fixation.
                         If u still haven’t got tired of all this then there is one more lot...the ones like me who add up friends and 'nice' 'decent' people and later on get find myself under a close scrutiny by most of these (especially if they are online at the 'same' time.....guys shouldn't make this mistake if they find too many gal friends online at d same time......a situation which can sometime leave u just 'mesmerized' or 'hidey'...)
                          Well the Banyan tree should evolve as something more than what it provides its jumping jack monkeys...maybe a level to level entry for friends so that they know where they stand in order to be 'closer' to d one whom they desire to be 'best friends' with. May be a category of people such as Friends, Chatter boxes, Birds, Intimate friends, Time- pass friends, Creepy ones, very close ones, lovers, ........lot more could be added.
                               This I guess would ease d efforts in explaining to people with whom we chat with at one go ( and a number of them rather!!)....without wasting time in further 'hassles'.

EASY JUMPING DEAR MONKEYS.................DON'T U CLASH WITH SOME BABOON out there!!


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Saturday, September 25, 2010

Crack your nut ....your way!!!

Inspiration can come from anywhere and everywhere.....u have to tap it!!
              This incident took place a long time ago when I was doing my graduation and was interested in NCC, Air-wing. The entrance tests for it were being conducted at a different institute which had its main office of Air - wing there. Unfortunately I didn't know much about the tests as I received a message from a friend on that very day and she herself was equally unaware of it!..
               I had to travel two hours to reach to this college. Wait for another one hour for the instructor to call out the names of all those who had come (prepared!!) for the tests. On top of that we were told to be prepared for a 3 km run (and I hadn't even come in my sportswear or sports shoes...).There were students accompanied by their relatives or friends...and that made me more nervous as I was alone..Nevertheless I decided to go ahead, take off my shoes and give it a try. The heat was terrible and humidity was as its peak and the marine drive track blazed with sunshine as also the sea alongside did. I could feel my feet getting baked as I stood along with the other students on the starting line for the run. As the whistle was blown we began our race amidst the cheering crowd who stood there to watch the action, some were genuine cheer leaders though while some some close relatives of the competitors. After a couple of seconds passed, I could find myself warmed up a bit though others looked a bit exhausted soon. But a little later I too started sweating, heaving but yet looking straight ahead. As I looked ahead.... far ahead from certain yards away I saw a man waving his hand and smiling 'at me'. Adrenalin rushed inside me as I smiled back at him and waved back too. I was little nervous than before and could now easily keep running ahead towards the finishing line.
            People who had come with the girls were enough to make them gather strength and keep moving ahead. The girls reciprocated with either a  hand wave or a forced smile. As for me every time this man waved his hand I would smile and wave back my hand at him till I nearly reached the line and this man standing next to it. As I neared further ahead I could clearly see  his hand direction was now at a girl who was also running right beside me (and not me..) which raised my eyebrows with a side smile. Undoubtedly I still approached him and said 'thanks for waving ur hands'. He looked confused but I knew what that hand had meant for me as I came second in that run.
Well someone has said it true it seems “God gives u the nut.......its u who have to crack it anyways!”