doctor- i have some bad news and some very bad news.
patient- give me the bad news first.
doctor- the lab called with your test results. u have 24 hours to live.
patient.- that's terrible! what could b more worse than this?
doctor- i have been tring to reach u since yesterday!
____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________
patient- please doctor help me. i have been stung by a bee.
doctor- dont worry . i'll put some cream on it.
pat..-u'll never find the bee. it must be miles away by now.
doc..- no no please understand. i'll put some cream on the place u were stung.
pat..-oh! it happened in the garden where i was sitting under a tree.
doc..- u #$%&! i mean in which part of the body did the bee sting.
pat..- it stung me on my finger.
doc..- which one?
pat..-how am i to know? all the bees look the same to me
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Reason for american crisis
An Israeli doctor says 'Medicine in my country is so advanced that we can
take a kidney out of one man, put it in another, and have him looking for
work in six weeks.'
A German doctor says 'That is nothing; we can take a lung out of one person,
put it in another, and have him looking for work in four weeks.
A Russian doctor says 'In my country, medicine is so advanced that we can
take half a heart out of one person, put it in another, and have them both
looking for work in two weeks.'
An American Texas doctor, not to be outdone, says 'You guys are way behind,
we recently took a man with no brains out of Texas, put him in the White
House for eight years, and now half the country is looking for work.'
take a kidney out of one man, put it in another, and have him looking for
work in six weeks.'
A German doctor says 'That is nothing; we can take a lung out of one person,
put it in another, and have him looking for work in four weeks.
A Russian doctor says 'In my country, medicine is so advanced that we can
take half a heart out of one person, put it in another, and have them both
looking for work in two weeks.'
An American Texas doctor, not to be outdone, says 'You guys are way behind,
we recently took a man with no brains out of Texas, put him in the White
House for eight years, and now half the country is looking for work.'
cross-selling smart Indians
A keen immigrant Indian SINDHI had applied for a salesman's job at London's premier downtown department store. In fact, it was the biggest store in the world - you could get anything there. The boss asked him,
'Have you ever been a salesman before?' 'Yes sir, I was a salesman in Kolkata in India', replied the lad. The boss liked the cut of him and said, 'You can start tomorrow and I'll come and see you.'
The day was long and arduous for the young man, but he got through it.
And finally 6:00 pm came around. The boss duly fronted up and asked,
'How many sales did you make today?'
'Sir, Just ONE sale.' said the young salesman. 'Only one sale?' blurted the boss. ' No! No! You see here, most of my staff make 20 or 30 sale a day. .' If you want to keep this job, you'd better be doing better than just one sale. By the way 'How much was the sale worth?'
'Three hundred thousand, three hundred and thirty four pounds' said the young Sindhi.
'How did you manage that?' asked the flabbergasted boss.
'Well', said the salesman 'this man came in and I sold him a small fish hook, then a medium hook and finally a really large hook. Then I sell him new fishing rod and some fishing gear. Then I asked him where he was going fishing and he said down the coast. So I told him he'd be needing a boat, so I took him down to the boat department and sold him that twenty-foot schooner with the twin engines. Then he said his Volkswagen probably wouldn't be able to pull it, so I took him to our automotive department and sell him that new Deluxe SUV 4X4 Blazer.
I then asked him where he'll be staying, an since he had no accommodation, I took him to camping department and sell him one of those new igloo 6 sleeper camper tents. Then the guy said, while we're at it, I should throw in about 100 pound sterling worth of groceries and two cases of beer.
The boss took two steps back and asked in astonishment, 'You sold all that to a guy who came in for a fish hook!!'
'No' answered the salesman, 'he came in to buy a box of Sanitary napkins for his wife and I said to him, 'Your weekend's screwed anyway, you might as well go fishing.
'Have you ever been a salesman before?' 'Yes sir, I was a salesman in Kolkata in India', replied the lad. The boss liked the cut of him and said, 'You can start tomorrow and I'll come and see you.'
The day was long and arduous for the young man, but he got through it.
And finally 6:00 pm came around. The boss duly fronted up and asked,
'How many sales did you make today?'
'Sir, Just ONE sale.' said the young salesman. 'Only one sale?' blurted the boss. ' No! No! You see here, most of my staff make 20 or 30 sale a day. .' If you want to keep this job, you'd better be doing better than just one sale. By the way 'How much was the sale worth?'
'Three hundred thousand, three hundred and thirty four pounds' said the young Sindhi.
'How did you manage that?' asked the flabbergasted boss.
'Well', said the salesman 'this man came in and I sold him a small fish hook, then a medium hook and finally a really large hook. Then I sell him new fishing rod and some fishing gear. Then I asked him where he was going fishing and he said down the coast. So I told him he'd be needing a boat, so I took him down to the boat department and sold him that twenty-foot schooner with the twin engines. Then he said his Volkswagen probably wouldn't be able to pull it, so I took him to our automotive department and sell him that new Deluxe SUV 4X4 Blazer.
I then asked him where he'll be staying, an since he had no accommodation, I took him to camping department and sell him one of those new igloo 6 sleeper camper tents. Then the guy said, while we're at it, I should throw in about 100 pound sterling worth of groceries and two cases of beer.
The boss took two steps back and asked in astonishment, 'You sold all that to a guy who came in for a fish hook!!'
'No' answered the salesman, 'he came in to buy a box of Sanitary napkins for his wife and I said to him, 'Your weekend's screwed anyway, you might as well go fishing.
God is there...
VERY INTERESTING CONVERSATION
An Atheist Professor of Philosophy speaks to his Class on the Problem Science has with GOD, The ALMIGHTY.
He asks one of his New Christian Students to stand and . . .
Professor : You are a Christian, aren't you, son ?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor : So you Believe in GOD ?
Student : Absolutely, sir.
Professor : Is GOD Good
?
Student : Sure.
Professor : Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL ?
Student : Yes.
Professor :
My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to GOD to Heal him.
Most of us would attempt to Help Others who are ill.
But GOD didn't.
How is this GOD Good then ? Hmm ?
( Student is silent )
Professor : You can't answer, can you ?
Let's start again, Young Fella.
Is GOD Good ?
Student : Yes.
Professor : Is Satan good ?
Student : No.
Professor : Where does
Satan come from ?
Student : From . . . GOD . . .
Professor :
That's right.
Tell me son, is there evil in this World ?
Student : Yes.
Professor : Evil is everywhere, isn't it ?
And GOD did make Everything. Correct ?
Student : Yes.
Professor : So who created evil ?
( Student does not answer )
Professor
: Is there Sickness ? Immorality ? Hatred ? Ugliness ?
All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they ?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor
: So, who Created them ?
( Student has no answer )
Professor : Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe the World around you.
Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD ?
Student : No, sir.
Professor : Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD ?
Student : No ,
sir.
Professor : Have you ever Felt your GOD , Tasted your GOD , Smelt your GOD ?
Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter ?
Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.
Professor : Yet you still Believe in HIM ?
Student : Yes.
Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn't exist.
What do you say to that, son ?
Student : Nothing. I only have my Faith .
Professor : Yes. Faith . And that is the Problem Science has.
Student : Professor, is there such a thing as Heat ?
Professor : Yes.
Student :
And is there such a thing as Cold ?
Professor : Yes.
Student : No sir. There isn't.
( The Lecture Theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events )
Student : Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat,
a Little Heat or No Heat.
But we don't have anything called Cold.
We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can't go any further after that.
There is no such thing as Cold.
Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat.
We cannot Measure Cold.
Heat is Energy.
Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it.
( There is
Pin - Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre )
Student : What about Darkness, Professor ? Is there such a thing as Darkness ?
Professor : Yes.
What is Night if there isn't Darkness ?
Student : You're wrong again, sir.
Darkness is the Absence of Something..
You can have Low Light, Normal Light , Bright Light, Flashing Light . . .
But if you have No Light Constantly, you have Nothing and it's called Darkness, isn't it ?
In reality, Darkness isn't.
If it is, were you would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn't you ?
Professor : So what is the point you are making, Young Man ?
Student : Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is Flawed.
Professor : Flawed ? Can you explain how ?
Student : Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality.
You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD .
You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure.
Sir, Science can't even
explain a Thought.
It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.
To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that
Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing.
Death is Not the Opposite of Life : just the Absence of it.
Now tell me, Professor, do you Teach your Students that they Evolved from a Monkey ?
Professor : If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do.
Student : Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir ?
( The Professor shakes his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument is going )
Student : Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and
cannot even prove that this Process is an On - Going Endeavor,
are you not Teaching your Opinion, sir ?
Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher ?
(
The Class is in Uproar )
Student : Is there anyone in the Class who has ever Seen the Professor's Brain ?
( The Class breaks out into Laughter )
Student : Is there anyone here who has ever Heard the Professor's Brain, Felt it, Touched or Smelt it ? . . .
No one appears to have done so.
So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that
you have
No Brain, sir.
With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your Lectures, sir ?
( The Room is Silent. The Professor stares at the Student, his face unfathomable )
Professor : I guess you'll have to take them on Faith , son.
Student : That is it sir . . .
the Link between Man & GOD is FAITH.
That is all that Keeps Things Moving & Alive.
NB:
I believe you have enjoyed the Conversation . . . and if so . . .
you'll probably want your Friends / Colleagues to enjoy the same . . . won't you ? . . .
Forward them to Increase their Knowledge . . .
or FAITH
It turned out later that the student is Albert Einsten
An Atheist Professor of Philosophy speaks to his Class on the Problem Science has with GOD, The ALMIGHTY.
He asks one of his New Christian Students to stand and . . .
Professor : You are a Christian, aren't you, son ?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor : So you Believe in GOD ?
Student : Absolutely, sir.
Professor : Is GOD Good
?
Student : Sure.
Professor : Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL ?
Student : Yes.
Professor :
My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to GOD to Heal him.
Most of us would attempt to Help Others who are ill.
But GOD didn't.
How is this GOD Good then ? Hmm ?
( Student is silent )
Professor : You can't answer, can you ?
Let's start again, Young Fella.
Is GOD Good ?
Student : Yes.
Professor : Is Satan good ?
Student : No.
Professor : Where does
Satan come from ?
Student : From . . . GOD . . .
Professor :
That's right.
Tell me son, is there evil in this World ?
Student : Yes.
Professor : Evil is everywhere, isn't it ?
And GOD did make Everything. Correct ?
Student : Yes.
Professor : So who created evil ?
( Student does not answer )
Professor
: Is there Sickness ? Immorality ? Hatred ? Ugliness ?
All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they ?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor
: So, who Created them ?
( Student has no answer )
Professor : Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe the World around you.
Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD ?
Student : No, sir.
Professor : Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD ?
Student : No ,
sir.
Professor : Have you ever Felt your GOD , Tasted your GOD , Smelt your GOD ?
Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter ?
Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.
Professor : Yet you still Believe in HIM ?
Student : Yes.
Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn't exist.
What do you say to that, son ?
Student : Nothing. I only have my Faith .
Professor : Yes. Faith . And that is the Problem Science has.
Student : Professor, is there such a thing as Heat ?
Professor : Yes.
Student :
And is there such a thing as Cold ?
Professor : Yes.
Student : No sir. There isn't.
( The Lecture Theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events )
Student : Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat,
a Little Heat or No Heat.
But we don't have anything called Cold.
We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can't go any further after that.
There is no such thing as Cold.
Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat.
We cannot Measure Cold.
Heat is Energy.
Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it.
( There is
Pin - Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre )
Student : What about Darkness, Professor ? Is there such a thing as Darkness ?
Professor : Yes.
What is Night if there isn't Darkness ?
Student : You're wrong again, sir.
Darkness is the Absence of Something..
You can have Low Light, Normal Light , Bright Light, Flashing Light . . .
But if you have No Light Constantly, you have Nothing and it's called Darkness, isn't it ?
In reality, Darkness isn't.
If it is, were you would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn't you ?
Professor : So what is the point you are making, Young Man ?
Student : Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is Flawed.
Professor : Flawed ? Can you explain how ?
Student : Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality.
You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD .
You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure.
Sir, Science can't even
explain a Thought.
It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.
To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that
Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing.
Death is Not the Opposite of Life : just the Absence of it.
Now tell me, Professor, do you Teach your Students that they Evolved from a Monkey ?
Professor : If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do.
Student : Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir ?
( The Professor shakes his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument is going )
Student : Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and
cannot even prove that this Process is an On - Going Endeavor,
are you not Teaching your Opinion, sir ?
Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher ?
(
The Class is in Uproar )
Student : Is there anyone in the Class who has ever Seen the Professor's Brain ?
( The Class breaks out into Laughter )
Student : Is there anyone here who has ever Heard the Professor's Brain, Felt it, Touched or Smelt it ? . . .
No one appears to have done so.
So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that
you have
No Brain, sir.
With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your Lectures, sir ?
( The Room is Silent. The Professor stares at the Student, his face unfathomable )
Professor : I guess you'll have to take them on Faith , son.
Student : That is it sir . . .
the Link between Man & GOD is FAITH.
That is all that Keeps Things Moving & Alive.
NB:
I believe you have enjoyed the Conversation . . . and if so . . .
you'll probably want your Friends / Colleagues to enjoy the same . . . won't you ? . . .
Forward them to Increase their Knowledge . . .
or FAITH
It turned out later that the student is Albert Einsten
Solving Crisis...
I'm against the $85,000,000, 000.00 bailout of AIG. Instead, I'm in favor
of giving $85,000,000, 000 to America in a 'We Deserve It Dividend'.
To make the math simple, let's assume there are 200,000,000 bonafide U.S.
Citizens 18+. Our population is about 301,000,000 +/- counting every man,
woman and child. So 200,000,000 might be a fair stab at adults 18 and up..
So divide 200 million adults 18+ into $85 billon that equals $425,000.00.
My plan is to give $425,000 to every person 18+ as a 'We Deserve It Dividend'.
Of course, it would NOT be tax free. So let's assume a tax rate of 30%. Every individual 18+ has to pay $127,500.00 in taxes. That sends $25,500,000, 000 right back to Uncle Sam. But it means that
every adult 18+ has $297,500.00 in their pocket. A husband and wife have $595,000.00.
What would you do with $297,500.00 to $595,000.00 in your family?
Pay off your mortgage - housing crisis solved.
Repay college loans - what a great boost to new grads
Put away money for college - it'll be there
Save in a bank - create money to loan to entrepreneurs.
Buy a new car - create jobs
Invest in the market - capital drives growth
Pay for your parent's medical insurance - health care improves
Enable Deadbeat Dads to come clean - or else
Remember this is for every adult U S Citizen 18+ including the folks who
lost their jobs at Lehman Brothers and every other company that is cutting back,
and of course, for those serving in our Armed Forces. If we're going to
re-distribute wealth let's really do it...instead of trickling out a puny
$1000.00 ( "vote buy" ) economic incentive that is being proposed by one of our
candidates for President.
If we're going to do an $85 billion bailout, let's bail out every adult U S
Citizen 18+!
As for AIG - liquidate it. Sell off its parts. Let American General go
back to being American General. Sell off the real estate. Let the private
sector bargain hunters cut it up and clean it up.
Here's my rationale. We deserve it and AIG doesn't. Sure it's a crazy idea
that can "never work." But can you imagine the Coast-To-Coast Block Party!
How do you spell Economic Boom?
I trust my fellow adult Americans to know how to use the $85 Billion 'We
Deserve It Dividend' more than I do the geniuses at AIG or in Washington DC.
And remember, The Family plan only really costs $59.5 Billion because $25.5
Billion is returned instantly in taxes to Uncle Sam. Talk about a stimulus
package!
Moreover, this is just the beginning... We have not even factored in the
"initial" $700 billion bailout of the banking industry...
of giving $85,000,000, 000 to America in a 'We Deserve It Dividend'.
To make the math simple, let's assume there are 200,000,000 bonafide U.S.
Citizens 18+. Our population is about 301,000,000 +/- counting every man,
woman and child. So 200,000,000 might be a fair stab at adults 18 and up..
So divide 200 million adults 18+ into $85 billon that equals $425,000.00.
My plan is to give $425,000 to every person 18+ as a 'We Deserve It Dividend'.
Of course, it would NOT be tax free. So let's assume a tax rate of 30%. Every individual 18+ has to pay $127,500.00 in taxes. That sends $25,500,000, 000 right back to Uncle Sam. But it means that
every adult 18+ has $297,500.00 in their pocket. A husband and wife have $595,000.00.
What would you do with $297,500.00 to $595,000.00 in your family?
Pay off your mortgage - housing crisis solved.
Repay college loans - what a great boost to new grads
Put away money for college - it'll be there
Save in a bank - create money to loan to entrepreneurs.
Buy a new car - create jobs
Invest in the market - capital drives growth
Pay for your parent's medical insurance - health care improves
Enable Deadbeat Dads to come clean - or else
Remember this is for every adult U S Citizen 18+ including the folks who
lost their jobs at Lehman Brothers and every other company that is cutting back,
and of course, for those serving in our Armed Forces. If we're going to
re-distribute wealth let's really do it...instead of trickling out a puny
$1000.00 ( "vote buy" ) economic incentive that is being proposed by one of our
candidates for President.
If we're going to do an $85 billion bailout, let's bail out every adult U S
Citizen 18+!
As for AIG - liquidate it. Sell off its parts. Let American General go
back to being American General. Sell off the real estate. Let the private
sector bargain hunters cut it up and clean it up.
Here's my rationale. We deserve it and AIG doesn't. Sure it's a crazy idea
that can "never work." But can you imagine the Coast-To-Coast Block Party!
How do you spell Economic Boom?
I trust my fellow adult Americans to know how to use the $85 Billion 'We
Deserve It Dividend' more than I do the geniuses at AIG or in Washington DC.
And remember, The Family plan only really costs $59.5 Billion because $25.5
Billion is returned instantly in taxes to Uncle Sam. Talk about a stimulus
package!
Moreover, this is just the beginning... We have not even factored in the
"initial" $700 billion bailout of the banking industry...
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Hear the sound from Los Angeles
Seven thousand miles away was the city of my dreams, Los Angeles, commonly abbreviated as L.A. When I was a kid, living in one of the developing countries called India, I actually thought that angels lived there. This was all I knew about the city, until I grew up to 5’3”. When somebody asked me to fill one of those slam book questions, “Which is your dream place?” or otherwise commonly questioned by the public, “where would you want to go for your honeymoon?” (Honeymoon is a big thing in India. Everyone dreams to have a rich spouse, who would take them to their most desired place. But not every guy is a prince, and if he is, then he would want a princess. Every girl thinks she is one of the beauty queens, who would with no trouble win the Miss Universe crown. Phew! What I think? Let it be; I do not want feminists protesting in front of my house, just because I showed queen the mirror and it said Snow White. )
Days passed and I grew more attached to my family, friends, and surprising to a lot of Indians, I got fond of India. There was a small patriot budding inside me. To give fire some more fuel or to keep the “India Zindabad” engine running were a few good movies like “Rang de Basanti” and “Lage Raho Munnabhai.” - hats off to the geniuses who give us the films, which we could watch a million time, and still laugh or cry at the same dialogue. And I sincerely thank Anacin and other pain killers, for giving us one of the solutions to headache, because that is what we get after watching some of the films.
So as you might have guessed correctly, I was already involved in motion picture, like the eighty percent of Indians. But I was not the kind who would sit back and watch a movie in theatre, eventually tear and throw the ticket and the movie out of their sight and mind. (Tickets are to be thrown. The purpose of this article is not for its reader to start a ticket collection.) I would watch and analyze the movie, not critically, but creatively. There was something about those moving pictures that though broken by the editors, only made them a whole. Something that was so exciting and engaging that the entire world was talking about them. This was it, I thought.
A popular synonym for the film industry is Hollywood and in India Bollywood. So I fight with my “no skills” – skills of writing and mathematics to pass several exams and make my way to the great, “Hollywood.”
I was a little disappointed when I got down from the plane. No Angeles were lost and roaming around the Los Angeles. There were only people getting crazy with their luggage and cars. An anecdote for those who haven’t been to Los Angeles – people here eat, drink, sleep, breath cars. If there is any other mode of transport, it’s called ‘bike’, which is a bicycle in simple English. I don’t know if there will be a statue of a man who walked last in Los Angeles put up in Madame Trousseau, London soon.
Next was this terrific road I got to – full of traffic and uneven. No, it was still not as congested as in Mumbai – no wonder people in Mumbai develop a sense of great patients when it comes to traffic or politics. After sleeping for almost 22 hours of plane, oops I am in America; I need to call it an aircraft, with in between breaks for Kung Fu Panda and U Me or Hum, and with All Mighty’s grace I had no jet lag. This was a pretty unusual phenomenon and unheard of…
I was finally happy when I saw my apartment and met my hosts. Both of them were the best part of America I have experienced so far, apart from Venice beach, where people keep their zips open to show their unddies and some weird people all over the place, dancing and singing or showing some out of the box talents or even displaying a two headed turtle – the owner called it “together turtle” – all for their living. I was dressed absolutely not perfect for the occasion – a full length jean, long t-shirt (that of the size of most dresses here) and my all time favorite, sport shoes. Wow! It was a scene when I walked fully dressed on a beach where girls were just in bikinis. But nonetheless, it was a fun-filled trip. When I saw my university campus, I was equally amazed. That night I wrote to my mom,
“Dear Mummy,
It is in the catastrophe of my traveling to the United States with several other hitches and glitches to leave our country, there is one thing I certainly cannot criticize about this place: It has an excellent education system setup. I now know why people leave their hometown and come here to hunt their fortunes, for they value brain and people, more than money. Everything is very expensive, albeit, it is a place worth experiencing. Thank you for sending me here.
Love,
Aditi”
Monday, February 11, 2008
story about me
This is a story of a girl. She is ambitious, determined, and worthy, which sets her apart from her peers. During her early days, she realized she would have to struggle passionately for what she wanted to achieve. It was not about her parents, who were just about well-to-do, but it was about herself. She never wanted to spend an extra penny from what she had collected through her vacation jobs. These were, though, not sufficient to pay her school fees, but enough to pay for other activities she immersed herself into. She spent the hard earned moolah develop her talents by learning music, dancing, and dramatics, as well as buying new books. When her small feet working hard during the vacation, she got involved in various activities during her school days.
“What do you get by doing all this?” one of her school friends questioned her, wondering if she had any time to play.
“One day I will become the world's best scriptwriter, and for that, I have to train myself. I have to learn all the nuances of cinema – a complex whole.”
“You are stupid. There are better things to do than to be a scri… scribble writer… or whatever it is…”
The days passed like gushes of wind. Like everyone else, she had her ups and downs, but all that mattered to her was to achieve her final goal. She always loved her independence. Every holiday, when her friends were partying, she was serving. Soon she entered her college, where her earnings seemed to be a little part of what she could pay for an expensive media course. She asked her parents for a loan, which she tried to repay as and when she earned a little dough. It was her determination to be a creator, one day.
“One day mom, you would see me on that stage receiving the Oscar for Best Screenplay and you would hear the whole world applauding.”
The loan was obviously agreed upon. Finally, she completed her Bachelor’s degree. All set to be a writer, at least. Is it all that simple? There were almost negligible doors opened for writers, and they demanded experience. It was a Catch 22 situation.
“Oh, don’t worry about my daughter;” I heard my mother telling her friend, “She is one of those go-getters.”
She soon found herself some worth and joined a company as a content writer. It was not screenplay writing in anyway, but ‘work is worship’. At last, she was able to pay the loan. Being close to the industry, she realized, there is something still missing in her to write a terrific screenplay. The only way to achieve her aspiration was to complete her Masters in the said field at Hollywood, USA.
She lived in a “third world” country. Her currency valued only one fortieth times the dollar. It was like a major blow to her. If she wanted to study, she would have to pay the fees in dollars. It would take her five more years to collect such a huge amount. The only source was her parents; but, it would mean they would have to spend all their savings and earnings of a lifetime. Her parents agreed to give her the credit. However, she knew they were growing old and would need this money. She would repay them, but that would be after a minimum period of three years. Does this mean she has to put an end to her dreams?
Just then she came across, something called scholarship grant. This was the solution she was looking for. At last, here was a chance to fulfill her ambitions. Her desire to be the most passionate scriptwriter, devoting her life to entertaining movie lovers worldwide was now set to be a reality. No more would a lack of money come in the way of her embarking on her career in films. This is a story of a girl, who is me.
“What do you get by doing all this?” one of her school friends questioned her, wondering if she had any time to play.
“One day I will become the world's best scriptwriter, and for that, I have to train myself. I have to learn all the nuances of cinema – a complex whole.”
“You are stupid. There are better things to do than to be a scri… scribble writer… or whatever it is…”
The days passed like gushes of wind. Like everyone else, she had her ups and downs, but all that mattered to her was to achieve her final goal. She always loved her independence. Every holiday, when her friends were partying, she was serving. Soon she entered her college, where her earnings seemed to be a little part of what she could pay for an expensive media course. She asked her parents for a loan, which she tried to repay as and when she earned a little dough. It was her determination to be a creator, one day.
“One day mom, you would see me on that stage receiving the Oscar for Best Screenplay and you would hear the whole world applauding.”
The loan was obviously agreed upon. Finally, she completed her Bachelor’s degree. All set to be a writer, at least. Is it all that simple? There were almost negligible doors opened for writers, and they demanded experience. It was a Catch 22 situation.
“Oh, don’t worry about my daughter;” I heard my mother telling her friend, “She is one of those go-getters.”
She soon found herself some worth and joined a company as a content writer. It was not screenplay writing in anyway, but ‘work is worship’. At last, she was able to pay the loan. Being close to the industry, she realized, there is something still missing in her to write a terrific screenplay. The only way to achieve her aspiration was to complete her Masters in the said field at Hollywood, USA.
She lived in a “third world” country. Her currency valued only one fortieth times the dollar. It was like a major blow to her. If she wanted to study, she would have to pay the fees in dollars. It would take her five more years to collect such a huge amount. The only source was her parents; but, it would mean they would have to spend all their savings and earnings of a lifetime. Her parents agreed to give her the credit. However, she knew they were growing old and would need this money. She would repay them, but that would be after a minimum period of three years. Does this mean she has to put an end to her dreams?
Just then she came across, something called scholarship grant. This was the solution she was looking for. At last, here was a chance to fulfill her ambitions. Her desire to be the most passionate scriptwriter, devoting her life to entertaining movie lovers worldwide was now set to be a reality. No more would a lack of money come in the way of her embarking on her career in films. This is a story of a girl, who is me.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Dangerous illusions
Since couple of days, I have been listing down number of topics that I can write for this blog. These, as I may say so, are day-to-day occurrences and consequences. Alas! I really regret the fact that the list has been always made in my mind. Thanks to my short-term memory, due to which I fail to type them in morning. So, I decided to select the topic only in morning, while venturing to my work-station.
It all happened when I was making my way from Metro theatre to office. I idiotically had a collision with a bicycle. It was my mistake and I admit it. I could see the bicycle goading towards me at full speed, yet, I stood there like the Statue of Liberty (she is the only lady effigy I can remember). Why did I stand there like a fool? Well, that is the story and it starts some years back… fade out (can’t get rid of my filmy touch).
I met a guy, Ashish (name changed) for the first time in my sister’s engagement party. Since then we had been pretty close friends. We talked with each other for hours on phone. I had no “love” for him at all even then. We were just good friends. No boy was ever so friendly with me as he was. Being an adolescent, I was vulnerable to the situation (not physically, but mentally), and so, I thought it was like a film, and we were friends forever. But this was not to last very long. Like a usual scenario - there were misunderstandings, fights, unpleasant occurrences between the two of us. This was mainly due to my inclination towards career, which he did not quiet appreciate and I stepped out of the cocoon to experience the new world, where people like Ashish were described as nothing but a male chauvinist pig. This just added to the situation and I realized how fragile it was. It made me coerce to leave him and move forward. Later, since he belonged to my community, he started spreading rumors about me. Soon he understood I was least affected by any of those and everything finally ended. This I now describe as the worst period of my life and my biggest mistake. So what this story has to do with the tiny accident I had with the bicycle today?
Hmmm…I was listening to one of his favorite songs, unfortunately happen to be my preferred one too, and was suddenly dragged into the past. Being a scriptwriter, things often come to life when I am thinking something, as if I was watching a film. I was not aware of the surrounding and that is exactly the moment, “bang”, the bicycle came and knocked me off. Well, the rider had all the rights to abuse me, as I was standing in the middle of the road staring at him but not even moving by and itch. But you see I am a girl and he really couldn’t do anything. Neither of us spoke a word and departed continuing our journey.
Sometimes, unconsciously though, we jeopardize our lives for someone who does not even matter to us in slightest of its sense. But when we think about them, our mind takes us to another plateau, where things are not like the way we see them, and yet, we are compelled to believe their existence. What happened today was not in my control. So I cannot blame myself for it. Ashish or the bicycle riders were too not at fault. Yet what happened could have been graver than just a passing by affair.
It all happened when I was making my way from Metro theatre to office. I idiotically had a collision with a bicycle. It was my mistake and I admit it. I could see the bicycle goading towards me at full speed, yet, I stood there like the Statue of Liberty (she is the only lady effigy I can remember). Why did I stand there like a fool? Well, that is the story and it starts some years back… fade out (can’t get rid of my filmy touch).
I met a guy, Ashish (name changed) for the first time in my sister’s engagement party. Since then we had been pretty close friends. We talked with each other for hours on phone. I had no “love” for him at all even then. We were just good friends. No boy was ever so friendly with me as he was. Being an adolescent, I was vulnerable to the situation (not physically, but mentally), and so, I thought it was like a film, and we were friends forever. But this was not to last very long. Like a usual scenario - there were misunderstandings, fights, unpleasant occurrences between the two of us. This was mainly due to my inclination towards career, which he did not quiet appreciate and I stepped out of the cocoon to experience the new world, where people like Ashish were described as nothing but a male chauvinist pig. This just added to the situation and I realized how fragile it was. It made me coerce to leave him and move forward. Later, since he belonged to my community, he started spreading rumors about me. Soon he understood I was least affected by any of those and everything finally ended. This I now describe as the worst period of my life and my biggest mistake. So what this story has to do with the tiny accident I had with the bicycle today?
Hmmm…I was listening to one of his favorite songs, unfortunately happen to be my preferred one too, and was suddenly dragged into the past. Being a scriptwriter, things often come to life when I am thinking something, as if I was watching a film. I was not aware of the surrounding and that is exactly the moment, “bang”, the bicycle came and knocked me off. Well, the rider had all the rights to abuse me, as I was standing in the middle of the road staring at him but not even moving by and itch. But you see I am a girl and he really couldn’t do anything. Neither of us spoke a word and departed continuing our journey.
Sometimes, unconsciously though, we jeopardize our lives for someone who does not even matter to us in slightest of its sense. But when we think about them, our mind takes us to another plateau, where things are not like the way we see them, and yet, we are compelled to believe their existence. What happened today was not in my control. So I cannot blame myself for it. Ashish or the bicycle riders were too not at fault. Yet what happened could have been graver than just a passing by affair.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
suspending light...
In many ways than one I always thought marriage is a disaster. The time just proves me right. When I happen to offer an opinion, I have more oppositions than could be counted on fingers. Exculpate me for going against the traditional belief that a nuptial is obligatory – something we owe to society. I do not say that those who want to get married (I know girls desperate to tie a knot) are attempting an incessant crime, but nonetheless, I have been given freedom to lead my life as I desire. And I, to say the truth, deny blemishing my life and freedom for someone else. I have seen many people around me getting a connubial bliss even without knowing their partners for more than one university term.
I have seen Indian ready to spend their life with a person who lives in one of those first world countries. They don’t even have tête-à-tête with their sweetheart twice before making ‘the decision’. If the situation in India was as bad as Vietnam or if we lived in an autocratic country, then I wouldn’t be amazed on their pronouncement. However, today India stands as one of the global leaders and I see no need for any girl in modern Mumbai, I stress on the word “modern”, to commit to someone ajar to them.
“Who cares about the global economy,” one of my cousins declared, “all I want is to go to United States.”
“Even if you donno the guy properly?” I was little surprised by that statement.
“Even if I donno the guy properly,” she said assertively, “why do you care? I don’t want to make big out here… and if I have to it will be there.”
Did I really care about her? Nope. I just couldn’t digest the fact that she had just seen her fiancé once before engagement. I was still a little jittery, when finally I blathered (of course to her), “but you hardly know him…”
“Oh you!” she seemed a little goaded with annoyance, “haven’t you heard something called Internet? I-N-T-E-R-N-E-T? That’s how you spell it right? Besides, his parents stay in India, very much in INdia.”
I thought it was better I ceased my banter as it had reached its pinnacle, and who likes to get indignant?
She still had a point to get married, I thought, but what about those who are coerced into this?
One of my friends got into a conjugal bond in December. I enjoyed his wedding thoroughly – no two ways about it. I tapped my feet; my first Christen wedding…yeah…everyone was enjoying seemed happy – but the groom and the bride. What about them? (I know they weren’t happy through internal source.) Besides, my friend, who also happened to be the groom (nope, not the bride, I am a straight girl you see) was excessively jovial and I just don’t mean stupidity, but what I consider a true sense of humor, got married to a grim girl. What a stupid pair!
Aren’t these sufficient to discern me from something that is called, “M-A-R-R-I-A-G-E”.
I have seen Indian ready to spend their life with a person who lives in one of those first world countries. They don’t even have tête-à-tête with their sweetheart twice before making ‘the decision’. If the situation in India was as bad as Vietnam or if we lived in an autocratic country, then I wouldn’t be amazed on their pronouncement. However, today India stands as one of the global leaders and I see no need for any girl in modern Mumbai, I stress on the word “modern”, to commit to someone ajar to them.
“Who cares about the global economy,” one of my cousins declared, “all I want is to go to United States.”
“Even if you donno the guy properly?” I was little surprised by that statement.
“Even if I donno the guy properly,” she said assertively, “why do you care? I don’t want to make big out here… and if I have to it will be there.”
Did I really care about her? Nope. I just couldn’t digest the fact that she had just seen her fiancé once before engagement. I was still a little jittery, when finally I blathered (of course to her), “but you hardly know him…”
“Oh you!” she seemed a little goaded with annoyance, “haven’t you heard something called Internet? I-N-T-E-R-N-E-T? That’s how you spell it right? Besides, his parents stay in India, very much in INdia.”
I thought it was better I ceased my banter as it had reached its pinnacle, and who likes to get indignant?
She still had a point to get married, I thought, but what about those who are coerced into this?
One of my friends got into a conjugal bond in December. I enjoyed his wedding thoroughly – no two ways about it. I tapped my feet; my first Christen wedding…yeah…everyone was enjoying seemed happy – but the groom and the bride. What about them? (I know they weren’t happy through internal source.) Besides, my friend, who also happened to be the groom (nope, not the bride, I am a straight girl you see) was excessively jovial and I just don’t mean stupidity, but what I consider a true sense of humor, got married to a grim girl. What a stupid pair!
Aren’t these sufficient to discern me from something that is called, “M-A-R-R-I-A-G-E”.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
atonement
“Aditi, you know Gaurav Joshi has gone to USA… If he happens to be there in feb he will see the preps for Oscars,” my friend called me up to give me a news that didn’t only surprise me but made be so envious. “I don’t buy that…” I tried fooling myself… huh! An unsuccessful attempt. But I was rather surprised when I actually called my friend Gaurav to confirm if he has actually gone to U.S.A. First the call went missed. But later the same name flashed on my screen. I grinned.
“Hello, Aditi?” a matured lady spoke from the other side. I knew my happiness was short lived.
After a short conversation with that lady I actually felt ashamed for two things: being jealous and actually cross-confirming something that wouldn’t have bothered me much, that is equals to wasting time, money, and…
So what do I do when I feel ashamed of my actions? I write to convince myself that I have babbled my sin in front of a pope/God whatever. Hmmm… So am I still found to be guilty? Am I going to be imprisoned for an insane crime? C’mon do you find my puerile look feigned?
So will god punish me for a small bad deed that I did? Is he going to cancel my trip to U.S.A.? I hope not…
So when will I say…Los Angeles…Oscar….Go………….
“Hello, Aditi?” a matured lady spoke from the other side. I knew my happiness was short lived.
After a short conversation with that lady I actually felt ashamed for two things: being jealous and actually cross-confirming something that wouldn’t have bothered me much, that is equals to wasting time, money, and…
So what do I do when I feel ashamed of my actions? I write to convince myself that I have babbled my sin in front of a pope/God whatever. Hmmm… So am I still found to be guilty? Am I going to be imprisoned for an insane crime? C’mon do you find my puerile look feigned?
So will god punish me for a small bad deed that I did? Is he going to cancel my trip to U.S.A.? I hope not…
So when will I say…Los Angeles…Oscar….Go………….
me!
I have never felt uncomfortable to this level. I don’t understand what is happening to me? I don’t know what am I getting from writing this passage, but I am sure enough it will distract me from my ailing body. I feel as though there is no muscle left inside my stomach and where is the blood? Has it disappeared? Nothing tastes so good. “I can at least taste,” I try to convince myself. I am struggling to keep up with my situation. The mind that has no sync with my hand movement…wait…then how is it that I am writing? I am not even sure what I am writing is the thing I want to write. A cold piece of food that I chew with disinterest belongs to my favorite dish. God! What is going on? Is it that I am going to faint soon? Vomit? No… stomach…oh no not that…what do they call it… yeah food poison? I have no clue… I am not a doctor – should I visit one? I am sure everyone, including you, will advice me the same. But I am in office. I can only consult a doc when I am at home. Gosh! How I recall there is a client call in an hour that I am supposed to be… what?? Where was I? What were my thin fingers typing? I can’t read… my eyes are blurring… I will sleep for sometime I guess. Give my below par body some rest. Hmmm… what was the synonymous for that word… what am I trying to search? I am writing…no sleeping… this is my dream…blue…red…white…black….zzzzzzzzz
cinema through my eyes
It is long time since the glamour world is considered to be “adulterated”.
“Not really,” I argue with my father, “look at the creative part…”
Without listening to me further, he conveniently refused to sign my admission form. I felt a castle of dreams non-deafeningly coming down to dust. I wanted to bellow, holler… all I could do is stay quiet and stare at his commands.
In India we still respect our parents and at the age of twenty-two, I would avoid raising my objection to something my dad said. Sometimes, though, it out of compulsion rather than… huh, let it be. Mom, like usual mothers, is always there to support me. She could not see me disheartened.
“I will try if he can see your point-of-view,” she tried to stop tears that were all ready to march down. I silently nodded and left the dinning room.
All wanted to be was a writer, for the industry that I have adored for years. It breaths; it lives; it makes… the music is so well synchronized; the fight sequence just so perfect (well I am talking about a good film); and those characters reveal so much about every human being… ummm…it is like having the best food in the world. Cinema is just so beautiful. From the figment of someone’s imagination to a complete whole…
People are not crazy to spend their hard earned money to watch a film or buy a television, are they? It has magic – a magic that takes you to another world. It is brighter than any diamond. It is carefully polished and bhooom comes a creation that really doesn’t belong to this world. Who is not touched by cinema, film, or television? It is the best escapism.
There are extraordinary people out there, who understand the potential of cinema – they work day and night to produce what is not less loved than their own child. Sometimes, probably more… haven’t you heard the stories about film-makers, who became rich to rag because of one flop film? If you ask him, I am sure he has something else to say about the film, which on the …eee… didn’t do so well. Nah! Nothing to get disappointed about…
I am a writer. I am base of “The Industry”. I will create those rats that can talk; those people who wear knickers on their pants. I want to exchange my shoes (my shoe size is 7½… but I don’t think that really matters, does it?) I want to be you - to create you.
I just have a small appeal to people: please respect this industry. It is an epitome of novelty. Those who put their hard work (I mean even the spot boy) may not be MBAs or MBBS, but they have mastered their field and without them I bet even you will feel incomplete. In fact they can recreate MBAs or MBBS or even change their definition and I bet you will still like it.
“Not really,” I argue with my father, “look at the creative part…”
Without listening to me further, he conveniently refused to sign my admission form. I felt a castle of dreams non-deafeningly coming down to dust. I wanted to bellow, holler… all I could do is stay quiet and stare at his commands.
In India we still respect our parents and at the age of twenty-two, I would avoid raising my objection to something my dad said. Sometimes, though, it out of compulsion rather than… huh, let it be. Mom, like usual mothers, is always there to support me. She could not see me disheartened.
“I will try if he can see your point-of-view,” she tried to stop tears that were all ready to march down. I silently nodded and left the dinning room.
All wanted to be was a writer, for the industry that I have adored for years. It breaths; it lives; it makes… the music is so well synchronized; the fight sequence just so perfect (well I am talking about a good film); and those characters reveal so much about every human being… ummm…it is like having the best food in the world. Cinema is just so beautiful. From the figment of someone’s imagination to a complete whole…
People are not crazy to spend their hard earned money to watch a film or buy a television, are they? It has magic – a magic that takes you to another world. It is brighter than any diamond. It is carefully polished and bhooom comes a creation that really doesn’t belong to this world. Who is not touched by cinema, film, or television? It is the best escapism.
There are extraordinary people out there, who understand the potential of cinema – they work day and night to produce what is not less loved than their own child. Sometimes, probably more… haven’t you heard the stories about film-makers, who became rich to rag because of one flop film? If you ask him, I am sure he has something else to say about the film, which on the …eee… didn’t do so well. Nah! Nothing to get disappointed about…
I am a writer. I am base of “The Industry”. I will create those rats that can talk; those people who wear knickers on their pants. I want to exchange my shoes (my shoe size is 7½… but I don’t think that really matters, does it?) I want to be you - to create you.
I just have a small appeal to people: please respect this industry. It is an epitome of novelty. Those who put their hard work (I mean even the spot boy) may not be MBAs or MBBS, but they have mastered their field and without them I bet even you will feel incomplete. In fact they can recreate MBAs or MBBS or even change their definition and I bet you will still like it.
ashwini is god gifted
Ashwini is god gifted. She must have survived the toughest time known to me. A through metal torture as I would describe it. No support, no sympathy, and no one to rely on. No shoulder to cry. Her soul, so soft, was made to rip again and again. No once that she could have said I loved the way I am… Deteriorating self-esteem and a four month baby that was seeing everything from inside her womb, was all she had to show the world.
But those unfaithful days passed. What we now had was an ideal sister, mother, daughter, and a wife. She forgot everything like a passing breeze. But I haven’t. Not that there was anyone to blame for what she went through, nor was anyone to be spared – not even me. I need to compensate the loss I caused to her, when she needed me the most.
I feel sorry and guilty of what I have done in partial innocence. No, I am not justifying myself, but I am telling you the truth of what I feel.
After realizing that the time would never come back – it never does; I have decided to keep her happy, giving her what she wants. That kid which equally witnessed all the atrocities are been given the best comfort possible. I get him what he wants before he even asks for it.
I would just want to say sorry to my sister and God, as he did not create me to join up against any human being.
But those unfaithful days passed. What we now had was an ideal sister, mother, daughter, and a wife. She forgot everything like a passing breeze. But I haven’t. Not that there was anyone to blame for what she went through, nor was anyone to be spared – not even me. I need to compensate the loss I caused to her, when she needed me the most.
I feel sorry and guilty of what I have done in partial innocence. No, I am not justifying myself, but I am telling you the truth of what I feel.
After realizing that the time would never come back – it never does; I have decided to keep her happy, giving her what she wants. That kid which equally witnessed all the atrocities are been given the best comfort possible. I get him what he wants before he even asks for it.
I would just want to say sorry to my sister and God, as he did not create me to join up against any human being.
Friday, January 11, 2008
letter to god
I am too happy today, why? I am contented and cheerful because I have my old best friend with me, my music. I got a new video ipod of 8GB yesterday. It is so beautiful. It is in the color second best to me – black. I love everything about; all the features about it. After my ipod was stolen, I felt a short journey to the other world, the world of misery and disgrace. But, now I am back with all my favorite songs. I have one person to thank for this Ipod, God. So I write a letter to him:
Dear God,
I have always loved you so much. In return I have never been let down by you. You have taken care of me like your child or may be something more than that. I do not have words to describe our relationship. It is more intense than a cyclone that can destroy this planet, sweeter than A.R. Raheman's music, and more reliable than the sky itself.
I had to never tell you what I want. You always thought of it beforehand. You arranged my destiny in such a way that I never returned empty handed. What could I say to those who do not believe that we actually can communicate to each other? They must have percolated handis of milk on idol that they think is you. I know people have wasted their time, energy, and money after such useless things that is more materialistic than gold; and they call me materialistic. They are simple humans just like any other animal. But do not know how to value your creation. I do not criticize them as they too are your creation. You can never make mistakes. You have arranged everything, I know. You give everyone that they deserve. Otherwise, who can explain you're talking to me everyday, fulfilling all my wishes – be it big or small.
I love you more than myself. The day you open your arms for me, I bet I will be smiling and accept what you have decided for me.
I can feel you every minute. You are here within me, you are time that controls me, and you are music that takes me to another world. You are my writings that give me escapism from all my drudgeries. You fill me up with smiles that make me merry. You are John, A. R. Raheman, Irwin, Sanchay, Mummy, Daddy, Sister, Brother, Brother-in-law, and everyone, whom I ever loved for a minute or more and who thought for me always.
Thank you for being there.
Love you a lot,
Your best friend,
Aditi
Dear God,
I have always loved you so much. In return I have never been let down by you. You have taken care of me like your child or may be something more than that. I do not have words to describe our relationship. It is more intense than a cyclone that can destroy this planet, sweeter than A.R. Raheman's music, and more reliable than the sky itself.
I had to never tell you what I want. You always thought of it beforehand. You arranged my destiny in such a way that I never returned empty handed. What could I say to those who do not believe that we actually can communicate to each other? They must have percolated handis of milk on idol that they think is you. I know people have wasted their time, energy, and money after such useless things that is more materialistic than gold; and they call me materialistic. They are simple humans just like any other animal. But do not know how to value your creation. I do not criticize them as they too are your creation. You can never make mistakes. You have arranged everything, I know. You give everyone that they deserve. Otherwise, who can explain you're talking to me everyday, fulfilling all my wishes – be it big or small.
I love you more than myself. The day you open your arms for me, I bet I will be smiling and accept what you have decided for me.
I can feel you every minute. You are here within me, you are time that controls me, and you are music that takes me to another world. You are my writings that give me escapism from all my drudgeries. You fill me up with smiles that make me merry. You are John, A. R. Raheman, Irwin, Sanchay, Mummy, Daddy, Sister, Brother, Brother-in-law, and everyone, whom I ever loved for a minute or more and who thought for me always.
Thank you for being there.
Love you a lot,
Your best friend,
Aditi
Thursday, January 10, 2008
opps...interruption
sorry for discontinuining my story...
I need to say something:
I feel caged here. I do not know even once when I have spent days doing nothing – no work. I want to shout, scream… alas, all I can do is write. No one laughs with, no one to cry. I have no clue how the others live in such dismay. The environment is scratching and ripping me apart; making me feel like an oblivious object that has entered an alien world, which she would wish she should have never entered. I want to tare the space, emptiness surrounding me and go to the world that I rejoice the most.
Everyone here is either not aware or are pretenders. No one seems to be available. They love staring at space rather than going home. I am lost. Have I lost or is it the human race? People around the world do not have sufficient work. Or is it they have but are not allowed to do?
I am standing here at the end of one shore, far away from my destination. All I can think about is my home; where my mother awaits my arrival, my sister’s eyes are dying to see my sight, my sweetheart nephew is longing to play with me, and of course, my computer, bed, toys, work all desperate to feel me. Every morning I feel I shouldn’t be here. I am to be somewhere else – the place, which I virtually experience in my dream…
I still have to be here; for this is the step to bring my dream closer. All I can think now is to hug my mother, to sense the comfort once more.
I stand here crying, but nobody can see my tears; I stand here broken down into pieces, but nobody to collect them; I am here, here, where people have all the senses working perfectly but cannot feel.
I beg myself to release me from the pain I am going through. I curse my self for being treacherous to myself. I am all alone, standing here…
I need to say something:
I feel caged here. I do not know even once when I have spent days doing nothing – no work. I want to shout, scream… alas, all I can do is write. No one laughs with, no one to cry. I have no clue how the others live in such dismay. The environment is scratching and ripping me apart; making me feel like an oblivious object that has entered an alien world, which she would wish she should have never entered. I want to tare the space, emptiness surrounding me and go to the world that I rejoice the most.
Everyone here is either not aware or are pretenders. No one seems to be available. They love staring at space rather than going home. I am lost. Have I lost or is it the human race? People around the world do not have sufficient work. Or is it they have but are not allowed to do?
I am standing here at the end of one shore, far away from my destination. All I can think about is my home; where my mother awaits my arrival, my sister’s eyes are dying to see my sight, my sweetheart nephew is longing to play with me, and of course, my computer, bed, toys, work all desperate to feel me. Every morning I feel I shouldn’t be here. I am to be somewhere else – the place, which I virtually experience in my dream…
I still have to be here; for this is the step to bring my dream closer. All I can think now is to hug my mother, to sense the comfort once more.
I stand here crying, but nobody can see my tears; I stand here broken down into pieces, but nobody to collect them; I am here, here, where people have all the senses working perfectly but cannot feel.
I beg myself to release me from the pain I am going through. I curse my self for being treacherous to myself. I am all alone, standing here…
Friday, January 4, 2008
the perfect theft
hi this is a new short story that i am trying to write. It is mixture of two recent news that i have just read in newspaper.
This shorst story is pretty long so will post it as and how i complete it.
Prologue
First January was a perfect date for inauguration. BMC was all set to open their newly renovated museum. 31st December, generally declared as holiday in municipality was a working day for some of the employees, who were involved with the project. “Finally,” commented Bhagat Rao, “we are almost done with the preparation. It is all set and done.”
“But sir you know…” Devang couldn’t believe he was actually objecting to something that his head was so desperately waiting for.
“Shhh… dare you speak a word about it. It’s not healthy. Not at least when we are just about to invite media.”
“It is risky,” Devang tried to put his point forward again.
“It is not. Before anyone even knows, the work will be done, don’t you worry. Just go home and relax. Two days later you will have no time to rest. I want you early in the morning here tomorrow.”
“It is understood that I will not leak the news to media. But what about those people who are involved with the insurance? They of course know the fact that we are not insured for as many as 3,500 items.”
“Devang, go home and relax.”
Bhagat rao left in his brand new white Honda City, which he had just received from the government on his promotion. He thought a little what Devang had just said. He couldn’t deny the fact that he was too worried about the same, but the excitement of the new museum was far too great.
Chapter I
Nishit was just too excited, he is going to turn 18 tomorrow. What a day! 1st January – a perfect day for anyone’s birthday. Everyone celebrates the first day of year and he celebrates both, New Year and birth day. “It is a perfect day indeed,” he thought to himself. He had already planned his birthday with his friends. “I am going to race, so fast, against this traffic – against this world. Dad will definitely by me a car; he promised me.” His imagination was taking a different turn altogether. Today his felt his feet dancing not to the tunes of songs, like in his profession, but with joy. He will be eligible for dancing academy tomorrow. Soon, he will join the league in United States, making the whole world dance.
The taxi thumped. Squeaked.
“We are already at Bharti Vidhya Bhavan, sir, where should I head now?”
“No where,” Nishit replied him as he handed over a ten rupee note and three coins to him, “I will get down here.”
“Four steps more,” he thought to himself, “and I will be one step closer to my ambition. I will be a choreographer. Yes!”
“Hey Nishit,” Gaurav shouted in his loud hoarse voice.
Nishit greeted Gaurav with a soft smile. “Nishit, I was calling since a long time… the class is closed today, our master expired last night…” Gaurav was almost puffing as if he had run miles. Such a lousy lazy guy, Nishit would have thought if the news was not so shocking. He was completely blown by what he had just heard. It is not possible. Sir was going to suggest me to some directors. He was so impressed with my work. He was going to talk about sponsorship to United States. Now I will have to join dad’s business. I will never be able to convince dad about my dance study abroad.
“Nishit! Are you listening to me?”
“I have lost everything that I have.”
“No, you haven’t. Remember something that I told you a few days ago?”
This shorst story is pretty long so will post it as and how i complete it.
Prologue
First January was a perfect date for inauguration. BMC was all set to open their newly renovated museum. 31st December, generally declared as holiday in municipality was a working day for some of the employees, who were involved with the project. “Finally,” commented Bhagat Rao, “we are almost done with the preparation. It is all set and done.”
“But sir you know…” Devang couldn’t believe he was actually objecting to something that his head was so desperately waiting for.
“Shhh… dare you speak a word about it. It’s not healthy. Not at least when we are just about to invite media.”
“It is risky,” Devang tried to put his point forward again.
“It is not. Before anyone even knows, the work will be done, don’t you worry. Just go home and relax. Two days later you will have no time to rest. I want you early in the morning here tomorrow.”
“It is understood that I will not leak the news to media. But what about those people who are involved with the insurance? They of course know the fact that we are not insured for as many as 3,500 items.”
“Devang, go home and relax.”
Bhagat rao left in his brand new white Honda City, which he had just received from the government on his promotion. He thought a little what Devang had just said. He couldn’t deny the fact that he was too worried about the same, but the excitement of the new museum was far too great.
Chapter I
Nishit was just too excited, he is going to turn 18 tomorrow. What a day! 1st January – a perfect day for anyone’s birthday. Everyone celebrates the first day of year and he celebrates both, New Year and birth day. “It is a perfect day indeed,” he thought to himself. He had already planned his birthday with his friends. “I am going to race, so fast, against this traffic – against this world. Dad will definitely by me a car; he promised me.” His imagination was taking a different turn altogether. Today his felt his feet dancing not to the tunes of songs, like in his profession, but with joy. He will be eligible for dancing academy tomorrow. Soon, he will join the league in United States, making the whole world dance.
The taxi thumped. Squeaked.
“We are already at Bharti Vidhya Bhavan, sir, where should I head now?”
“No where,” Nishit replied him as he handed over a ten rupee note and three coins to him, “I will get down here.”
“Four steps more,” he thought to himself, “and I will be one step closer to my ambition. I will be a choreographer. Yes!”
“Hey Nishit,” Gaurav shouted in his loud hoarse voice.
Nishit greeted Gaurav with a soft smile. “Nishit, I was calling since a long time… the class is closed today, our master expired last night…” Gaurav was almost puffing as if he had run miles. Such a lousy lazy guy, Nishit would have thought if the news was not so shocking. He was completely blown by what he had just heard. It is not possible. Sir was going to suggest me to some directors. He was so impressed with my work. He was going to talk about sponsorship to United States. Now I will have to join dad’s business. I will never be able to convince dad about my dance study abroad.
“Nishit! Are you listening to me?”
“I have lost everything that I have.”
“No, you haven’t. Remember something that I told you a few days ago?”
the change
Change is constant. Till a few days ago I wondered how it will be to join a new office, new working environment, new people, new boss, new job profile… everything was going to change. My mind was killing me in anticipation.
But I shifted just so comfortably. Now if I go to think, it was because of two reasons: one the office itself – it is just so good: people, place, environment, even their banking facility is just as I wanted.
The other reason is my changed attitude towards life. How I changed? Well, too many people to thank for that change, especially my sister, mummy, and my baby sanchay. Even if I thank god throughout my life for such a good family I guess that would not be sufficient.
But there should be a special mention here. Mentioning someone who changed me completely – may be not the outer appearance, but the change has taken place inside me. My attitude has changed. The positive energy I feel deep inside this sea of unknown dangers – my heart forces me to love everything that is around me. I actually feel like living for myself. I now understand the importance fulfilling hobbies and exploring the hidden talents inside you. You need not do one thing throughout your life; there is much more to do.
The one to completely revolutionize me is Irwin. He is one whom everyone should have around. Life is indeed worth living now. Much more fun to live life that is so exciting and fun filled.
Within a month’s break that I took from my work and my daily routine, it got me much closer to my mummy, someone so inseparable now. God will really have to give me strength when the time comes to separate from her.
But I shifted just so comfortably. Now if I go to think, it was because of two reasons: one the office itself – it is just so good: people, place, environment, even their banking facility is just as I wanted.
The other reason is my changed attitude towards life. How I changed? Well, too many people to thank for that change, especially my sister, mummy, and my baby sanchay. Even if I thank god throughout my life for such a good family I guess that would not be sufficient.
But there should be a special mention here. Mentioning someone who changed me completely – may be not the outer appearance, but the change has taken place inside me. My attitude has changed. The positive energy I feel deep inside this sea of unknown dangers – my heart forces me to love everything that is around me. I actually feel like living for myself. I now understand the importance fulfilling hobbies and exploring the hidden talents inside you. You need not do one thing throughout your life; there is much more to do.
The one to completely revolutionize me is Irwin. He is one whom everyone should have around. Life is indeed worth living now. Much more fun to live life that is so exciting and fun filled.
Within a month’s break that I took from my work and my daily routine, it got me much closer to my mummy, someone so inseparable now. God will really have to give me strength when the time comes to separate from her.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
sorry for absconding
It has been quite sometime since I have written something - of course my dear readers must be missing me. But let me tell you, the one month that I spent “trying to do nothing” was the most hectic month I have had after my graduation. I thought I will take a leave from work, sit at home, and relax. Trying to do exactly what I am not. In my free time I planned to write blogs, DVDs, watch movies, more movies and some more films. I have a craze of collecting films for those who do not know. So I am a proud owner of more than 200 films Hindi and English.
Okay, back to the topic – I did not watch many movies nor did I sit and relax. I did something that I never knew I loved so much – shopping and exercising. I joined a new gym (was thinking of joining this place from past year or so) and did a lot of shopping for my sister’s upcoming wedding. So with tight schedules and heavy shopping bags in my hand I went around different places right from Goregoan to Marine drive and Matunga.
At one of the saree emporiums my mother and I were greeted by an old man with straight back and tight body. From the way he spoke, the behavior of salesmen, and other shoppers like moi, I concluded he was the owner of this shop. I was awestruck by the way he presented himself and the amount of energy and enthusiasm he still portrayed like a novice about to start his business. Looking at his fit body, I felt ashamed on myself – for letting my body go as though I never loved it. Next day itself I happened to join the gym.
After I started going to gym, with an intention to make an optimum use of the place, I realized I just loved toning myself. Working out for the first time I thought I will have tremendous aches (in several joints and muscles at least the first day) but this was not true. Exercising did not hurt me. It just added to my stamina and pumped some more energy into me…
There is a lot to write… but I have very little time… my vacation is getting over today and I got to rush to office…
Okay, back to the topic – I did not watch many movies nor did I sit and relax. I did something that I never knew I loved so much – shopping and exercising. I joined a new gym (was thinking of joining this place from past year or so) and did a lot of shopping for my sister’s upcoming wedding. So with tight schedules and heavy shopping bags in my hand I went around different places right from Goregoan to Marine drive and Matunga.
At one of the saree emporiums my mother and I were greeted by an old man with straight back and tight body. From the way he spoke, the behavior of salesmen, and other shoppers like moi, I concluded he was the owner of this shop. I was awestruck by the way he presented himself and the amount of energy and enthusiasm he still portrayed like a novice about to start his business. Looking at his fit body, I felt ashamed on myself – for letting my body go as though I never loved it. Next day itself I happened to join the gym.
After I started going to gym, with an intention to make an optimum use of the place, I realized I just loved toning myself. Working out for the first time I thought I will have tremendous aches (in several joints and muscles at least the first day) but this was not true. Exercising did not hurt me. It just added to my stamina and pumped some more energy into me…
There is a lot to write… but I have very little time… my vacation is getting over today and I got to rush to office…
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