Another boring day. After the weekends, Its really tough to wear the atttitude back on, for the hectic professional demeanor.It sometimes bring a sense of misrepresentation in the world of fools all around.
Alash...have to be a part and play ones role for the guised camaraderiie.
Entrepreneurship has been the worlds most desires assets It has scaled new heights and has played important role in the development of the world, creating employment and eradicating poverty. I remember the day when the great Michael Dell visted our facility and he spoke on the magic of Entrepreneurship. he opined that how the seed of new ideas can change the world benefitting everyone. He spoke about its development in the early 70s. He said how people like him, Gates,Murdoch and Hobbs visualised the world and the power of technology, and how it would change the world in days to come.
They were the pioneer of the movement and now they are the greatest achiever from the seed they sowed in the 70s. So , you see its all about the vision. the early you see , the early you gain..
Ideas have changed the world. So, its all about the idea., thats what Michael said.
I too have an Idea.. I will change the world some day...Really and I mean it...............
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Long Holidays with family and Friends.
Late log in. Just returned from my place on earth Madhopur. My village. My native village.Younger brother Dobbys marriage ceremony. An event to meet the whole family, relatives, friends together at one place.
18 days of leave. A nightmare for my manager. A warning letters awaits on my return.But I cant miss this.
Fabulous, Fantastic, Mind Blowing as Himesh Reshamiya puts it as a judge of Sare Ga Ma Pa.
The Breeze...............I love it.
18 days of leave. A nightmare for my manager. A warning letters awaits on my return.But I cant miss this.
Fabulous, Fantastic, Mind Blowing as Himesh Reshamiya puts it as a judge of Sare Ga Ma Pa.
The Breeze...............I love it.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
This and That
Wonderfull day..I was surprised to see numerous reality shows on TV today. What the F***. Some with 5-6 contestant with their Girlfriends or wife and a Baby, There is another one with rich kids in Mumbai Slums and apart from many others there is , the father of all reality shows as it is called with 13 contestents in a house with no outside movement or contact.
These Reality shows when started came with slogan of a Rennaisance .Boring TV was to be transformed to the playground of Entertainment, overnight. When it all started with KBC I, it was like a soothing Breeze.I remember sticking to the KBC just to watch Amitabh Bachchan on TV. Days of Ramayan and Mahabharat on our Doordarshan were back on TV. But after the Saas-Bahu episodes creeped in, a large segement of regular TV fonders ( including me ) moved out of all this mess and chaos. There are hundered of programs, Shows , Serials but none where you enjoy. You surf and surf from one channel to another and then throw away the Remote on the bed , Shut down the system and move out.The same Bore , again and again.
Coming back to the reality shows, They have become center of awkwardnes,filthyness, Skin Show, Loose talks and everything which was a strict No, No on TV. I dont know whether there is a Censor for TV programmes or not, like they have for Films which grades the movies as U,,UA, A. If not there should be one and the programmes should be graded before they start.
We grew up. watching Doordarshan. Movie only on Sunday after Vikram Aur Baitaal and Spiderman. Old Movies and we would stick to the B&W EC TV just to see if there is any thrills and action showing on the screen during casting or not. Once when we saw it, we were so excited. The days started early.Rangoli started little later, but Yes, there was HeMan, Antarikksha, Star Trek, Rajni and then the News for the Hearing Impaired followed by the Regional Movie.
There were no options available and eveyone was happy, Now hell lot of options without any Joy
Now,What you consider the Best... THIS or THAT. Just have a thought.......
These Reality shows when started came with slogan of a Rennaisance .Boring TV was to be transformed to the playground of Entertainment, overnight. When it all started with KBC I, it was like a soothing Breeze.I remember sticking to the KBC just to watch Amitabh Bachchan on TV. Days of Ramayan and Mahabharat on our Doordarshan were back on TV. But after the Saas-Bahu episodes creeped in, a large segement of regular TV fonders ( including me ) moved out of all this mess and chaos. There are hundered of programs, Shows , Serials but none where you enjoy. You surf and surf from one channel to another and then throw away the Remote on the bed , Shut down the system and move out.The same Bore , again and again.
Coming back to the reality shows, They have become center of awkwardnes,filthyness, Skin Show, Loose talks and everything which was a strict No, No on TV. I dont know whether there is a Censor for TV programmes or not, like they have for Films which grades the movies as U,,UA, A. If not there should be one and the programmes should be graded before they start.
We grew up. watching Doordarshan. Movie only on Sunday after Vikram Aur Baitaal and Spiderman. Old Movies and we would stick to the B&W EC TV just to see if there is any thrills and action showing on the screen during casting or not. Once when we saw it, we were so excited. The days started early.Rangoli started little later, but Yes, there was HeMan, Antarikksha, Star Trek, Rajni and then the News for the Hearing Impaired followed by the Regional Movie.
There were no options available and eveyone was happy, Now hell lot of options without any Joy
Now,What you consider the Best... THIS or THAT. Just have a thought.......
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Days Without
उफ़ !! ये समय. कैसा लगता है विरह की आग में जलना? कैसा लगता है दूर रहना उससे जिसे आप इतना प्यार करते हैं ? कैसे गुज़ारा होगा १४ वर्षों का समय अपनी पत्नी के बिना , लक्ष्मण ने ?
ये वाकई एक गंभीर प्रश्न है ! ऐसे में मानता हूँ! इस सन्दर्भ में कई गाने लिखे और पढ़े गए! लेकिन अभी और लिखा और पढना बाकी है!
ये वाकई एक गंभीर प्रश्न है ! ऐसे में मानता हूँ! इस सन्दर्भ में कई गाने लिखे और पढ़े गए! लेकिन अभी और लिखा और पढना बाकी है!
Monday, October 26, 2009
AweFome ... Kaminey.. A Masterpiece
Just Finished watching Kaminey and I cannot find better review of this than this one from REDIFF..
Once in a particularly blue moon, comes a film that makes you wolf-whistle. One that then ties you to the edge of your seat and forcibly pins you there and pounces on you, eventually leaving you sitting in the dark, drained and grinning and more satisfied than a film has any business leaving you. This, ladies and gentlemen, is that kind of ride.
And way more.
Vishal Bhardwaj [ Images ] reinvents the filmi rollercoaster with feverish glee as he takes a wonderfully twisty plot and paces it flawlessly around a bunch of madcap, irresistible characters. It takes nearly twenty minutes to get used to things, the characters, the words they speak, they way they speak them, and the tone of the film -- heck, to get used to this film's world. Then on, the film just freakin' flies.
Yet before getting into the breakneck chaos, it is this unapologetic figure-it-out stance that we must initially applaud. Too often are our caper films and thrillers compromised by oversimplification and spoonfeeding, by filmmakers believing audiences need things spelt out and giving them bite-sized flashbacks to easily digest each twist. No more, says Bhardwaj, throwing us a delicious jigsaw and letting things fall into place in their own sweet time. The result is startlingly clever, an innovative film with genuine surprises. Kaminey [ Images ] is the kind of film whose success we ought all pray for, because it'll prove smart cinema works.
So delicious is the movie's gradual unravelling that I refuse outright to let you in on the plot itself -- an enthralling tale of drugs, deceit, dingbats and dead-ringers -- because you need to discover this on your own. Go in as fresh as you can, you deserve to taste this one by yourself. Letting on what actually happens would make me one of the film's titular knaves.
Suffice it to say that Tassaduq Hussain, who also shot Vishal's brilliant Omkara [ Images ], does it more than adequate visual justice, and the largely-handheld film emerges very stylistic indeed. It's fast, funny and constantly rollicking, and the characters are spectacularly entertaining.
As is the cast. Shahid Kapoor [ Images ] plays Guddu the stutterer and Charlie with a lisp, saying f for every s, and does strongly enough to credibly seem like two different people; Priyanka Chopra's [ Images ] delightfully high-strung Sweety pulls off hysterical Marathi with impressive fluency. Yet it is the ensemble of fantastic oddballs who truly make this film special: from Amole Gupte's [ Images ] demented Santa Claus [ Images ] routine as Maharashtra-lovin' gangster Bhope Bhau to Chandan Roy Sanyal's lethally capricious coke-lover Mikhail, from Shiv Subrahmanyam's helpless corrupt cop Lobo to Tenzing Nima's ludicrously likable drug-smuggler Tashi -- the film is full to the brim with splendidly unfamiliar faces, each of whom deserve a hand, not just the ones singled out here.
And Vishal generously gives each character their time in the spotlight. Guddu heartwrenchingly recounts his middle-school love, while Sweety captures beer-driven arousal with charming realism. Bhope bribes a big-eared nephew with chocolate, while Lobo coaxes the stutterer to give a police statement through song. The Bengali gangsters shoot bullets near each other for laughs, while the Marathi ones are transfixed by Guddu-Sweety screensavers on a laptop. Charlie unwraps a cellphone from plastic as he tries to placate gangsters, while -- in an extraordinary moment -- Mikhail sets the screen ablaze as he staggers in on the same gangsters, high on coke and unpredictable as a broken roulette wheel. There's so much to marvel at in these characters that it isn't funny. Oh wait, it is. Very.
What raises this rambunctious gangster movie head and shoulders above its genre is the writing. The wordplay is constant, subtle and absolutely exquisite -- a tough ask when one hero trips over words and the other narrates -- yes, narrates -- with a lisp. And there's a witty duality running through the film's twin tales: a character barks into a phone, and this sound echoes later when someone pleads in front of Bhope, daring not to take his name but just calling him repeatedly big brother, "bhau-bhau"; Mikhail introduces himself to Bhope by calling himself Tope Bhau, and nearing the climax Bhope is told by another that they have 'topein' (cannons) too; when Mikhail wins a race, arriving just in time, he breaks into the Spiderman theme -- and Charlie responds with Fpiderman-Fpiderman. When a character wants to steal a king's ransom in drugs to help a pregnant woman, another snarls back: 'Toh kya meri coke ujaadega?' Ha. It's nuanced, lovely writing, the sort we never get to see in films nowadays.
Bhardwaj has never been secretive about his Quentin Tarantino [ Images ] adoration, referencing the director in Blue Umbrella and doing it here again with high heels and an injection. While Tarantino exclusively uses music he already loves because he doesn't trust anyone to create anything as good, Bhardwaj has always done it all himself, writing, directing and composing -- not to mention singing, and its worth noting the slight s/f lisp he gives the film's magnificent title track when it plays on screen. Yet here he takes a leaf from QT's book and brings back the saucy RD Burman track 'Duniya mein logon ko' (from 1972's Apna Desh) and makes it his own, giving it sassy new context out of its dated backdrop -- no more Rajesh Khanna [ Images ] in a red suit, this song is now all Shahid.
So the film leaps through implied ultraviolence and dark humour and you hold on, exhilarated -- just as you have through, say, Guy Ritchie's [ Images ] Lock Stock And Two Smoking Barrels. And while that itself would be no mean feat, Bhardwaj ups the ante with an audacious climax, suddenly bringing emotions right to the fore.
And while films of this ilk are full of disposable-bodies and corpses-in-waiting, one discovers that Vishal has -- sneakily, stealthily, surreptitiously -- kept the sentiments so darned real that by the time the climax rolls around, you do actually give a damn about these characters.
Wow. Now if that isn't kameenapan, I don't know what is. Awefome
Once in a particularly blue moon, comes a film that makes you wolf-whistle. One that then ties you to the edge of your seat and forcibly pins you there and pounces on you, eventually leaving you sitting in the dark, drained and grinning and more satisfied than a film has any business leaving you. This, ladies and gentlemen, is that kind of ride.
And way more.
Vishal Bhardwaj [ Images ] reinvents the filmi rollercoaster with feverish glee as he takes a wonderfully twisty plot and paces it flawlessly around a bunch of madcap, irresistible characters. It takes nearly twenty minutes to get used to things, the characters, the words they speak, they way they speak them, and the tone of the film -- heck, to get used to this film's world. Then on, the film just freakin' flies.
Yet before getting into the breakneck chaos, it is this unapologetic figure-it-out stance that we must initially applaud. Too often are our caper films and thrillers compromised by oversimplification and spoonfeeding, by filmmakers believing audiences need things spelt out and giving them bite-sized flashbacks to easily digest each twist. No more, says Bhardwaj, throwing us a delicious jigsaw and letting things fall into place in their own sweet time. The result is startlingly clever, an innovative film with genuine surprises. Kaminey [ Images ] is the kind of film whose success we ought all pray for, because it'll prove smart cinema works.
So delicious is the movie's gradual unravelling that I refuse outright to let you in on the plot itself -- an enthralling tale of drugs, deceit, dingbats and dead-ringers -- because you need to discover this on your own. Go in as fresh as you can, you deserve to taste this one by yourself. Letting on what actually happens would make me one of the film's titular knaves.
Suffice it to say that Tassaduq Hussain, who also shot Vishal's brilliant Omkara [ Images ], does it more than adequate visual justice, and the largely-handheld film emerges very stylistic indeed. It's fast, funny and constantly rollicking, and the characters are spectacularly entertaining.
As is the cast. Shahid Kapoor [ Images ] plays Guddu the stutterer and Charlie with a lisp, saying f for every s, and does strongly enough to credibly seem like two different people; Priyanka Chopra's [ Images ] delightfully high-strung Sweety pulls off hysterical Marathi with impressive fluency. Yet it is the ensemble of fantastic oddballs who truly make this film special: from Amole Gupte's [ Images ] demented Santa Claus [ Images ] routine as Maharashtra-lovin' gangster Bhope Bhau to Chandan Roy Sanyal's lethally capricious coke-lover Mikhail, from Shiv Subrahmanyam's helpless corrupt cop Lobo to Tenzing Nima's ludicrously likable drug-smuggler Tashi -- the film is full to the brim with splendidly unfamiliar faces, each of whom deserve a hand, not just the ones singled out here.
And Vishal generously gives each character their time in the spotlight. Guddu heartwrenchingly recounts his middle-school love, while Sweety captures beer-driven arousal with charming realism. Bhope bribes a big-eared nephew with chocolate, while Lobo coaxes the stutterer to give a police statement through song. The Bengali gangsters shoot bullets near each other for laughs, while the Marathi ones are transfixed by Guddu-Sweety screensavers on a laptop. Charlie unwraps a cellphone from plastic as he tries to placate gangsters, while -- in an extraordinary moment -- Mikhail sets the screen ablaze as he staggers in on the same gangsters, high on coke and unpredictable as a broken roulette wheel. There's so much to marvel at in these characters that it isn't funny. Oh wait, it is. Very.
What raises this rambunctious gangster movie head and shoulders above its genre is the writing. The wordplay is constant, subtle and absolutely exquisite -- a tough ask when one hero trips over words and the other narrates -- yes, narrates -- with a lisp. And there's a witty duality running through the film's twin tales: a character barks into a phone, and this sound echoes later when someone pleads in front of Bhope, daring not to take his name but just calling him repeatedly big brother, "bhau-bhau"; Mikhail introduces himself to Bhope by calling himself Tope Bhau, and nearing the climax Bhope is told by another that they have 'topein' (cannons) too; when Mikhail wins a race, arriving just in time, he breaks into the Spiderman theme -- and Charlie responds with Fpiderman-Fpiderman. When a character wants to steal a king's ransom in drugs to help a pregnant woman, another snarls back: 'Toh kya meri coke ujaadega?' Ha. It's nuanced, lovely writing, the sort we never get to see in films nowadays.
Bhardwaj has never been secretive about his Quentin Tarantino [ Images ] adoration, referencing the director in Blue Umbrella and doing it here again with high heels and an injection. While Tarantino exclusively uses music he already loves because he doesn't trust anyone to create anything as good, Bhardwaj has always done it all himself, writing, directing and composing -- not to mention singing, and its worth noting the slight s/f lisp he gives the film's magnificent title track when it plays on screen. Yet here he takes a leaf from QT's book and brings back the saucy RD Burman track 'Duniya mein logon ko' (from 1972's Apna Desh) and makes it his own, giving it sassy new context out of its dated backdrop -- no more Rajesh Khanna [ Images ] in a red suit, this song is now all Shahid.
So the film leaps through implied ultraviolence and dark humour and you hold on, exhilarated -- just as you have through, say, Guy Ritchie's [ Images ] Lock Stock And Two Smoking Barrels. And while that itself would be no mean feat, Bhardwaj ups the ante with an audacious climax, suddenly bringing emotions right to the fore.
And while films of this ilk are full of disposable-bodies and corpses-in-waiting, one discovers that Vishal has -- sneakily, stealthily, surreptitiously -- kept the sentiments so darned real that by the time the climax rolls around, you do actually give a damn about these characters.
Wow. Now if that isn't kameenapan, I don't know what is. Awefome
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Kamakhya Temple
The header Photo has been changed with the snap of the famous Kamkhya shrine wihich is stuated on top of the Nilanchal hills in Guwahati, Assam.
The Kamakhya Temple had been built in reverence to Goddess Kamakhya or Sati, who was one of the numerous incarnations of Goddess Durga or Goddess Shakti.
The temple is situated a few kilometers away from the Guwahati Railway Station, and is open for visitors throughout the year. There is a legend attached to the history of the temple, which goes way back to the mythological age. According to the legend, Sati the wife of Lord Shiva (one of the holy Trinities in Hindu mythology) took her life at a 'Yagna' ceremony that had been organized by her father Daksha, because she could not bear the insults hurled at her husband by her father. On hearing the news of his wife's death, Shiva, the destroyer of all that was evil flew into a rage and punished Daksha by replacing his head with that of a goat. Torn between misery and blind fury, Shiva picked up the corpse of his beloved wife Sati and performed a dance of destruction called the 'Tandava'. The intensity of the destroyer's fury was so overwhelming that it took several Gods to pacify his anger. In the midst of this struggle, Sati's corpse accidentally got cut into 51 parts by the disc in the hands of Lord Vishnu (also one of the Trinities in Hindu mythology), and her female genitalia or 'Yoni' fell on the spot where the Kamakhya temple stands today, forming one of the many Shakti 'Peethas' embellishing the rest of her body parts.
King Nara Narayana of Cooch Behar rebuilt the temple in 1665 after it had suffered destruction at the hands of foreign invaders. The temple consists of seven oval spires, each topped by three golden pitchers, and the entrance spirals down to a curvy path of some distance, which specially links the main road to the temple. Some of the sculptured panels of the temple carry depictions of Gods and Goddesses of Hindu pantheon carved in a delightful pattern. Tortoises, monkeys, and large number of pigeons have made the temple their home, and loiter around the premise, being fed by the temple authorities and the visitors. The cryptic, as well as the peaceful ambience of the temple combine together to soothe the nerves of visitors, and take their minds to flights of inner salvation, and this is the very reason that people come here for.
With all its enigmatic splendour and picturesque locale, the Kamakhya Temple is one of the most astounding structures, not only in Assam, but also in the whole of India
The Kamakhya Temple had been built in reverence to Goddess Kamakhya or Sati, who was one of the numerous incarnations of Goddess Durga or Goddess Shakti.
The temple is situated a few kilometers away from the Guwahati Railway Station, and is open for visitors throughout the year. There is a legend attached to the history of the temple, which goes way back to the mythological age. According to the legend, Sati the wife of Lord Shiva (one of the holy Trinities in Hindu mythology) took her life at a 'Yagna' ceremony that had been organized by her father Daksha, because she could not bear the insults hurled at her husband by her father. On hearing the news of his wife's death, Shiva, the destroyer of all that was evil flew into a rage and punished Daksha by replacing his head with that of a goat. Torn between misery and blind fury, Shiva picked up the corpse of his beloved wife Sati and performed a dance of destruction called the 'Tandava'. The intensity of the destroyer's fury was so overwhelming that it took several Gods to pacify his anger. In the midst of this struggle, Sati's corpse accidentally got cut into 51 parts by the disc in the hands of Lord Vishnu (also one of the Trinities in Hindu mythology), and her female genitalia or 'Yoni' fell on the spot where the Kamakhya temple stands today, forming one of the many Shakti 'Peethas' embellishing the rest of her body parts.
King Nara Narayana of Cooch Behar rebuilt the temple in 1665 after it had suffered destruction at the hands of foreign invaders. The temple consists of seven oval spires, each topped by three golden pitchers, and the entrance spirals down to a curvy path of some distance, which specially links the main road to the temple. Some of the sculptured panels of the temple carry depictions of Gods and Goddesses of Hindu pantheon carved in a delightful pattern. Tortoises, monkeys, and large number of pigeons have made the temple their home, and loiter around the premise, being fed by the temple authorities and the visitors. The cryptic, as well as the peaceful ambience of the temple combine together to soothe the nerves of visitors, and take their minds to flights of inner salvation, and this is the very reason that people come here for.
With all its enigmatic splendour and picturesque locale, the Kamakhya Temple is one of the most astounding structures, not only in Assam, but also in the whole of India
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
IIT......The Dream Curbed.
Kapil Sibbals ( HRD Minister) statement that the Students will have to achive 80% marks in the 12th Exam,in order to sit for the IIT Jee examinations. Now , this is ridiculous. There has been wide criticism for this statement all over. In support of his claim he adds that he want to clear the web of the coaching centers surrounding prestigious enterances Examinations like IIT,IIM, medical etc.
Mr.Minister has forgotten that India has more than 25 state education boards and millions of students sit for their 12th exams.The average percentage achieved is not more than 58%. These student come from poor bakground and cannot afford to pay hefty Fees of the CBSE Public Schools.Moreover, the medium of Instruction in these State Governed schools is the state language. The Examination pattern is the same old one, wherein the student learn by heart the entire subject and sit in the examination to attain more and more percentage.
Unlike CBSE , the state board sylabus is not revised every year and the examination pattern not changed from Marking to Grade System. These changes in the CBSE has definitely led to the increase of the passing percentage as well as Marks percentage in Boards like CBSE and ICSE.The students of these boards are more Objective in thought and knowledge helping them attain higher percentage in the Board examination which also support the same pattern of thought and expression.
I strongly support Sibbals view when he says that he want to put out the coaching Institute Industry out of education.But this is a Himalayan Task. They could only be removed through Resolution in parliament, What I feel? U curb them on one, they will start the another. The industry will shift to pass out the students in the 12th Exam.
Hence, Mr.Minister should have a second thought on it and revoke his decision for the good of the students belonging to moderate or poor background studying in Govt: funded schools all over India.
Mr.Minister has forgotten that India has more than 25 state education boards and millions of students sit for their 12th exams.The average percentage achieved is not more than 58%. These student come from poor bakground and cannot afford to pay hefty Fees of the CBSE Public Schools.Moreover, the medium of Instruction in these State Governed schools is the state language. The Examination pattern is the same old one, wherein the student learn by heart the entire subject and sit in the examination to attain more and more percentage.
Unlike CBSE , the state board sylabus is not revised every year and the examination pattern not changed from Marking to Grade System. These changes in the CBSE has definitely led to the increase of the passing percentage as well as Marks percentage in Boards like CBSE and ICSE.The students of these boards are more Objective in thought and knowledge helping them attain higher percentage in the Board examination which also support the same pattern of thought and expression.
I strongly support Sibbals view when he says that he want to put out the coaching Institute Industry out of education.But this is a Himalayan Task. They could only be removed through Resolution in parliament, What I feel? U curb them on one, they will start the another. The industry will shift to pass out the students in the 12th Exam.
Hence, Mr.Minister should have a second thought on it and revoke his decision for the good of the students belonging to moderate or poor background studying in Govt: funded schools all over India.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Madhopur Buzurg.. My Village
Madhopur Buzurg, my village. Located in the Kushinagare District of eastern UP, also known as Purvanchal. Kushinagar , land of the BUDDHA and The MAHAVEERA, Land where they took their MAHANIRVANA. Eternal Bliss..
MADHOPUR as we call it, lies on the plains of the Hiamalayas and hence the climate is extreme. Hot in summmer and cold in winter.The Kosi-Gandak canal project,a joint collaboration between India and Nepal passes through my village.
My village has well equipped transport facility with NH 28 passing by the sides.
Agriculture is the main occupation of the people. Wheat and Rice is the main food crop, while sugarcane,Mustard is the cash crop.
I love my village.
MADHOPUR as we call it, lies on the plains of the Hiamalayas and hence the climate is extreme. Hot in summmer and cold in winter.The Kosi-Gandak canal project,a joint collaboration between India and Nepal passes through my village.
My village has well equipped transport facility with NH 28 passing by the sides.
Agriculture is the main occupation of the people. Wheat and Rice is the main food crop, while sugarcane,Mustard is the cash crop.
I love my village.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Guwahati.. The life Spent...
Guwahati... The place where I was born and spent the entire 16 years.Guwahati was wonderful place to be born and spend the childhood.There was wonderful environment for studies. Good schools were less though in our times, but now I have heared that some good CBSE board schools has come up.In our times most of the schools were recognized by SEBA the Govt: board of education.
My Parent provided all of us the best of the education available. Guwahati was a new city sprawling up, that time. The only city for the entire NE.
When I was in class III or IV, there started the ANDOLAN, that they called.ANDOLAN against the peple from differnt states, regarded as foreigner by the Locals. Foreigner in our own land.
Thousand moved out of the state and found refuge in nearby states of Meghalaya, Tripura, Bengal and others.People from Bihar, UP and other North Indian States had tough time. I remember being in a crowded meter gauge train GL, without reservation as no reaservation was available and we had to run out of the state.GL many memories in this train, will have another Post on it.
After the Andolan,Prafull Phukan;s Govt. came in being.Indias Youngest Chief Minister. The Andolan became the guiding force of the Student Politics in India. AGP was founded. Months later, we returned, Education was hampered, I remember, but Yes, as a child think. Pleasent Holiday were over.
One Good thing about Assam is that, they have utmost respect for the teachers. A teacher is regarded as God. One of my teacher was Liza Miss. She was an Extremely knowledgeable person.I remember the pomp and fare during the Sarawati Puja in schools. We would spend the whole night in the school, and she was always there to guide us with new designs to make our show the Best every time. For us it was more Like a Picnic Camp fire, When we would light up a big chulha with wood fire and then prepare the Khichdi for everyone and then the tea, while some of our mates would be Busy decorating tha Pandal. We were so excited and happy when we danced over the DI DI song by Khaled the Algerian Singer and Yes, Baba was out with his Thanda Thanda Pani song.
Friends were great.Many of them..Sunil, Diaganto, Santosh alias BullDogg, Amit-Vineet Duo, Vijay, BabuRam..and many many more.They were all school friends. The locals were Pramod, Yogesh, Kishore, Harpinder, Kripal, Babu to name a few. We spent a large part of our Chutti playing Cricket in the Central school. Our teams name was EKTA CRICKET CLUB, on team unity and jokingly on Kishore's first girlfriend EKTA.
We often had matches with the Assamese local team and we use to lose largely due to BaiMaani.LBW was the main reason.LBW BaiMaani was quite common and then when we scrapped LBW in one of the match,We Won.
I passed the high school in 1994 and then came to UP for further education. Though I visted Guwahati in 1997 and then in 2008 but the memories of the place will always be fresh in my mind forever.
My Parent provided all of us the best of the education available. Guwahati was a new city sprawling up, that time. The only city for the entire NE.
When I was in class III or IV, there started the ANDOLAN, that they called.ANDOLAN against the peple from differnt states, regarded as foreigner by the Locals. Foreigner in our own land.
Thousand moved out of the state and found refuge in nearby states of Meghalaya, Tripura, Bengal and others.People from Bihar, UP and other North Indian States had tough time. I remember being in a crowded meter gauge train GL, without reservation as no reaservation was available and we had to run out of the state.GL many memories in this train, will have another Post on it.
After the Andolan,Prafull Phukan;s Govt. came in being.Indias Youngest Chief Minister. The Andolan became the guiding force of the Student Politics in India. AGP was founded. Months later, we returned, Education was hampered, I remember, but Yes, as a child think. Pleasent Holiday were over.
One Good thing about Assam is that, they have utmost respect for the teachers. A teacher is regarded as God. One of my teacher was Liza Miss. She was an Extremely knowledgeable person.I remember the pomp and fare during the Sarawati Puja in schools. We would spend the whole night in the school, and she was always there to guide us with new designs to make our show the Best every time. For us it was more Like a Picnic Camp fire, When we would light up a big chulha with wood fire and then prepare the Khichdi for everyone and then the tea, while some of our mates would be Busy decorating tha Pandal. We were so excited and happy when we danced over the DI DI song by Khaled the Algerian Singer and Yes, Baba was out with his Thanda Thanda Pani song.
Friends were great.Many of them..Sunil, Diaganto, Santosh alias BullDogg, Amit-Vineet Duo, Vijay, BabuRam..and many many more.They were all school friends. The locals were Pramod, Yogesh, Kishore, Harpinder, Kripal, Babu to name a few. We spent a large part of our Chutti playing Cricket in the Central school. Our teams name was EKTA CRICKET CLUB, on team unity and jokingly on Kishore's first girlfriend EKTA.
We often had matches with the Assamese local team and we use to lose largely due to BaiMaani.LBW was the main reason.LBW BaiMaani was quite common and then when we scrapped LBW in one of the match,We Won.
I passed the high school in 1994 and then came to UP for further education. Though I visted Guwahati in 1997 and then in 2008 but the memories of the place will always be fresh in my mind forever.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Idhar - Udhar ki
Days are really hectic.I am also a student of LAW now. It is a wonderfull subject, Really but very exhaustive. The more u read . still u need to read more and more and there is no end. Thats the reason I feel why the Lawyers practise Law all their lives and never be perfect.. haa haa.. Mind bogling....BOGLING, Wats that.. Oh, I just heared it in BIGGBOSS 3 from Ismail Darbar, the lesser known music director.
BIGGBOSS 3 has started with Shri Amitabh bachchan as host and 13 contestents.. all made headlines and then lost in oblivion. I think BiggBoss is a sanjivini for those who want to comes back to limelight after they lose it, providing new lese of live as they call it. 13 lives, 13 personalities and a house. Its really interesting to see them play the game.Can understand well, how much it takes to be in there in that position. There are some ba***rds this time.. like the one self shortformed KKR alias kamaal.. I dont understand Who the hell is he? Is he Brad Pitt, or the pro.dir,wri.edi. and blah blah blah of a third class z grade DeshDrohi.
The way he boasts... JINDAGI JHAND BA.. FIR BHI GHAMAND BAA (Thanks RAVI for this.)
ABbe! Apni Aukaat mein Reh.. bhootni ke..
The other is SherLyn.. the girl with a really sexy Body Who Want to give it all? Though she started well with the 25 kiss movie who nobody seemed to care or watched.
Ya, Though peeped some of her naked photos for PETA .I didnt Knew she is is so dirty in looks without makeup..Are all these self proclaimed celebs are the same, I doubt.
Hope she gets a launch.. Sorry Relaunch from the MultiMillionaire KKR.
Vindu..Who started with KARAN.. way back when I was in the 8th std.. Then lost.. and then Jai Hanumann....Kambakht ishq.. and now this.. Is he Thali ka baingan or What? I guess..still Known as son of Dara Sngh.What a Shame? Be youself.. and stop Lingering around with Kamaal or U are next.. MIND ITTTTT....
Criicket.. Cricket .. Cricket.. Such a Bore..
Watched a very Good movies, last Weekend..Anurag Kashyaps GULAL.. I love the way he uses the canvas and projects the characters.. Everyone has a Reason.. a Strong Reason
..I think the main protoganist was a fool.. But LOVE IS BLIND... is it ? I Guess..
i love the charcter RanVijay.. in the first half.. he led the movie on his shoulder,, was awsome.. Somebody will please comment his name ...
BIGGBOSS 3 has started with Shri Amitabh bachchan as host and 13 contestents.. all made headlines and then lost in oblivion. I think BiggBoss is a sanjivini for those who want to comes back to limelight after they lose it, providing new lese of live as they call it. 13 lives, 13 personalities and a house. Its really interesting to see them play the game.Can understand well, how much it takes to be in there in that position. There are some ba***rds this time.. like the one self shortformed KKR alias kamaal.. I dont understand Who the hell is he? Is he Brad Pitt, or the pro.dir,wri.edi. and blah blah blah of a third class z grade DeshDrohi.
The way he boasts... JINDAGI JHAND BA.. FIR BHI GHAMAND BAA (Thanks RAVI for this.)
ABbe! Apni Aukaat mein Reh.. bhootni ke..
The other is SherLyn.. the girl with a really sexy Body Who Want to give it all? Though she started well with the 25 kiss movie who nobody seemed to care or watched.
Ya, Though peeped some of her naked photos for PETA .I didnt Knew she is is so dirty in looks without makeup..Are all these self proclaimed celebs are the same, I doubt.
Hope she gets a launch.. Sorry Relaunch from the MultiMillionaire KKR.
Vindu..Who started with KARAN.. way back when I was in the 8th std.. Then lost.. and then Jai Hanumann....Kambakht ishq.. and now this.. Is he Thali ka baingan or What? I guess..still Known as son of Dara Sngh.What a Shame? Be youself.. and stop Lingering around with Kamaal or U are next.. MIND ITTTTT....
Criicket.. Cricket .. Cricket.. Such a Bore..
Watched a very Good movies, last Weekend..Anurag Kashyaps GULAL.. I love the way he uses the canvas and projects the characters.. Everyone has a Reason.. a Strong Reason
..I think the main protoganist was a fool.. But LOVE IS BLIND... is it ? I Guess..
i love the charcter RanVijay.. in the first half.. he led the movie on his shoulder,, was awsome.. Somebody will please comment his name ...
Proud Father.
hurray... I am a proud father Now.. Dhan- chick... dhan- Chick... I am very happy.. Soon will upload , Loads of picture on this site...Watch it for more
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Drunk & The Nun
There was a guy in a bar one night that got really drunk, I mean really, really, really drunk. When the bar closed he got up to go home.
As he stumbled out the door he saw a nun walking on the sidewalk. So he stumbled over to the nun and punched her in the face.
Well the nun was really surprised but before she could do or say anything he punched her again.
This time she fell down and he stumbled over to her and kicked her in the butt, then he picked her up and threw her into a wall.
By this time the nun was pretty weak and couldn't move very much, so then he stumbled over to her, put his face right next to hers and said.........."Not so strong tonight, are you Batman?"
As he stumbled out the door he saw a nun walking on the sidewalk. So he stumbled over to the nun and punched her in the face.
Well the nun was really surprised but before she could do or say anything he punched her again.
This time she fell down and he stumbled over to her and kicked her in the butt, then he picked her up and threw her into a wall.
By this time the nun was pretty weak and couldn't move very much, so then he stumbled over to her, put his face right next to hers and said.........."Not so strong tonight, are you Batman?"
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
The King Of Pop..MJ
MICHAEL JACKSON,the self-styled King of Pop, who has died suddenly aged 50 after being taken to hospital in Los Angeles, was music royalty – one of its biggest stars and holder, for Thriller, of the record for the best-selling album in history. Eventually, however, his bizarre life-style and personal notoriety eclipsed his talent and his numerous achievements.
Fame, from the age of 11, when he was lead singer of the first black boy band, the Jackson Five, had such a damaging effect that his life was permanently affected. A combination of dysfunctional family and invasive fame ate away at the essentially private singer, whose initially minor eccentricities escalated into grotesque changes to his appearance and lifestyle. Ultimately, it led to accusations of paedophilia and a criminal prosecution.
If ever there was an illustration of the adage that celebrity destroys what it touches, Jackson was it. Highly sensitive and impressionable, he was unsuited to fame – ironic, given that his became one of the most recognised faces in the world. Despite loving the razzle-dazzle of performance – even his off-duty wardrobe, with its epauletted jackets, looked like stagewear – he was crushed by the pressure of maintaining a cherubic public persona. He probably would have been happiest working behind the scenes, in the mode of his collaborator and mentor, Quincy Jones, producer of the 50m-selling Thriller.
Jackson's success deprived him of his childhood – at least, that was the stock explanation for his more outlandish behaviour. From the age of 10, he spent most of his time recording and touring, and consequently spent the rest of his life yearning for what he thought he had lost. As an adult he attempted to recreate the lost childhood, enabled by a fortune that was at one time estimated to be in the hundreds of millions of dollars.
He indulged himself by turning his California ranch Neverland into a funfair, complete with zoo, over which he presided, dressed in his toy-soldier gear. His closest friendships were with fellow ex-child star Elizabeth Taylor, a chimpanzee called Bubbles, who travelled with him till it grew too large and dangerous, and, ambiguously, with children. He once said that if there were no children in the world, he would have no reason to exist.
His bond with them influenced almost everything he did. He worked extensively with underprivileged youngsters, opening Neverland to them and even taking one or another favoured child on tour. He had a great interest in young people from all over the world, even once proposing to adopt a boy and a girl from each continent.
At the 1996 Brit Awards he was accompanied on stage by a children's choir, prompting a stage invasion by Jarvis Cocker of Pulp, who claimed his attitude was "Messiah-like". (Sidestepping the accusation, Jackson claimed Cocker was just jealous of his popularity.) His relations with kids were healthy, Jackson argued – he was simply attracted by their "purity and innocence".
The same qualities were attributed to him by his extraordinarily loyal fans. Jackson was, in their view, grievously maligned – a saintly character whose good intentions were distorted by a malicious press. During pre-trial hearings of his child-molestation case in 2004, fans outside the court waved banners reading "Innocent Until Proved Innocent". Journalists who wrote negatively about Jackson could expect a bombardment of angry letters.
He was born in Gary, Indiana, (within weeks, coincidentally, of his main 1980s rivals and fellow Midwesterners Madonna and Prince). He, his parents and eight siblings squeezed into a two-bedroom house on a street that was later renamed Jackson Boulevard in their honour. Coached by his father Joe, a steel-mill worker, Michael and older brothers Jermaine, Marlon, Jackie and Tito formed a singing group. Despite shyness that he never overcame, he was a natural singer and dancer, and took to the frontman role with relish. By the age of six, the young Jacksons were playing strip clubs and burlesque palaces - the only venues open to them in Gary.
Joe was a disciplinarian who ruled the family with an iron rod. The brothers, who were brought up as Jehovah's Witnesses, were not allowed to visit friends, and were made to rehearse into the night. In adulthood, Michael revealed that his father beat him for the most minor transgressions, so terrifying him that "there were times when he'd come to see me and I would start to be sick."
Tito claimed Michael's dance routines evolved from the fancy footwork he employed dodging his father's fists. In a 2003 TV interview, Joe claimed his son had exaggerated: "I whipped him with a switch and belt, [but] I never beat him. You beat someone with a stick." He averred that the whippings had made him "one of the best artists in the world". Joe also taunted him about his "ugliness" and adolescent skin problems, sowing self-doubt that later manifested itself in cosmetic surgery fixation.
The child group made their name in the Midwest, and by 1968 came to the attention of Motown Records. Michael was by then an obvious star-in-waiting, a 10-year-old with an unusually adult feel for soul music. His singing was at once poised and youthfully exuberant, his dancing fluid and instinctive. Motown president Berry Gordy said of his first glimpse of Michael: "He sang his songs with such feeling, inspiration and pain – like he had experienced everything he was singing about."
The Jackson Five's first Motown single, I Want You Back, reached number one in America (as would their next three singles) in 1969. The youthful band were an instant hit with prepubescent girls - mainly black girls, but also some white ones. Michael, the particular object of their desire, had just turned 11, and would never be able to walk down the street unrecognised again.
The band's working life was brutal: when they were not in studios they were on tour, sometimes playing 45 shows in 90 days. As lead singer, Michael's schedule was more onerous than that of his brothers. After three hours' daily tutoring, he spent the rest of the day recording the 13 albums the Jacksons released for Motown between 1969 and 1975. From the studio window he watched ordinary children playing, and would "always cry from loneliness".
Groomed for a solo career, he started to make recordings outside the band that were released concurrently with Jackson Five material. He was as popular a solo act as he was a band member – almost uniquely for a child star, he retained his popularity even when his voice changed. That said, his first few solo records as a 13-year-old were nothing special, a case in point being his sugary ode to a rat named Ben. Young adulthood was when he came into his own and became, as Taylor apparently first dubbed him, King of Pop.
Finally free of his father and of Motown, and working closely with Quincy Jones, whom he had met while playing the Scarecrow in the 1978 film The Wiz, his commercial-pop genius was realised. He had half a decade of extraordinary creativity that yielded two epochal albums, 1979's Off the Wall and 1982's Thriller. These transformed him from teen idol to boundary-crossing superstar.
Though still committed in 1979 to the Jacksons (the "Five" having been dropped) for recording work, he put all his energies into Off the Wall. It heralded his arrival as a major star. Released just before his 21st birthday, it portended the dominance of R&B – especially Jackson's style of supremely slick, catchy R&B – in the charts throughout the 1980s and 90s. It was the first American album to produce four No 1 singles, and sold 7m copies in America alone. The gruelling work schedule that exacted such a price during his childhood had also honed his musical skills, and he was at the top of his game. Thriller was the one that broke all records and turned him into a phenomenon. No 1 for 37 weeks in the US, it went on to win eight Grammy Awards and sell an estimated 50m copies.
Jackson's stroke of inspiration was to fuse black R&B and white rock – something that is now routine, but had not at that point been attempted by a big-name pop act. MTV, which had hitherto rarely aired black acts, seized on the album's singles such as Billie Jean and Beat It and played them to death. Jackson even threw in a little something for the parents, a duet with Paul McCartney. That friendship ended acrimoniously when Jackson outbid McCartney when the Beatles' publishing catalogue came up for sale in 1985 – essentially, Jackson now owned all of McCartney's 1960s songs. The purchase, for several hundred million dollars, was one of his more astute.
Later, he would fritter away a large part of his fortune on never-realised projects such as a theme park dedicated to racial harmony. He also developed a taste for enormously expensive and tasteless furnishings, reportedly spending up to a million dollars a time in Las Vegas's shopping malls.
The photo of him on the cover of Thriller was the last album sleeve on which he looked what he was: a young male with perceptibly African-American features. Around that time, his skin colour began subtly to lighten. He claimed it was caused by the pigmentation disorder vitiligo, but rumours suggested he had bleached his skin. His features also began to be altered by plastic surgery. His nose slimmed down, a cleft appeared in his chin, his eyelids reputedly were lifted and his lips thinned.
As his appearance changed, rumours about his lifestyle proliferated. Jackson supposedly slept in an oxygen tent, clothed Bubbles in matching outfits, and offered to buy the Elephant Man's bones. He began to appear in public wearing a surgical mask, and seemed to be asexual, with no significant relationships during his 20s.
That changed in 1994, when he married Elvis Presley's daughter, Lisa Marie, a union that lasted two years and excited a great deal of speculation. The year before, Jackson had been accused of sexually molesting a 13-year-old boy, tipping him into the worst crisis of his personal and professional life to that point. He eventually settled out of court, paying the boy millions in return for dropping the case, but his career never quite recovered. It was rumoured that the marriage was an attempt to normalise his image. Instead, he seemed all the stranger.
His second marriage, to his dermatologist's nurse, Debbie Rowe, in 1996, was equally perplexing to everyone but the couple themselves. They seemed to spend little time together, but Rowe produced his first two children, son Prince Michael and daughter Paris. They divorced in 1999. A third child, Prince Michael II, was born with the aid of a surrogate mother. Despite Jackson's great affinity with children, his behaviour with his own was eccentric.
He forced them to wear masks or veils whenever they appeared in public, supposedly to preserve their privacy; a few photos exist of the children without their cover-ups, and their lack of a physical resemblance to Jackson is marked.
Jackson's career slowly recovered from the abuse scandal, and his next studio albums, HIStory and Invincible (the latter, released in 2001, was his last album of original material), were chart-topping hits, though by then he was treading water musically. Despite the enormous influence he had had on pop, hip hop and R&B, by the late 90s he was producing nothing of much note.
In the mid-00s, funded by his friend Sheikh Abdullah of Bahrain, he reportedly began work on what would have been his first new album in five years. He had struck a deal with Abdullah, who wrote songs as a hobby, whereby Jackson would record some of the songs in return for the sheikh paying recording costs. As with so many of Jackson's business deals, it came to nothing: the pair fell out and Abdullah apparently tried to sue Jackson to recover his money.
Jackson's final years were marked by financial troubles and a second, even more damaging, child-abuse scandal. In a 2003 documentary for Granada TV, Living with Michael Jackson, the singer told journalist Martin Bashir that he often shared his bedroom with young child "friends," one of whom, a 12-year-old, appeared in the programme holding hands with Jackson. This led to Jackson being charged with seven counts of child abuse, and a trial that transfixed both the media and fans until he was acquitted five months later.
Despite the innocent verdict, it was essentially downhill from there. He moved to Bahrain and embarked on the ill-fated album; back in America, his finances were in a tangle that kept the lawyers busy. He had lived beyond his means for years, and was also coming up against the matter of a $270m loan from Bank of America that he found difficult to repay. The title to his beloved Neverland ranch, vacant and crumbling since the move to Bahrain, hung in the balance. Restructuring his debt, he hung onto the ranch by the skin of his teeth.
After years away from live performance, Jackson was due to come back in grand style next month, with a massive series of dates at London's 02 Arena. Tickets for the 50 shows sold out instantly, proving that thousands of people were still lured by the promise of the old stardust.
Even then, there were wild stories: one persistent one was that Jackson, who had been looking increasingly frail and was said to be suffering from skin cancer, was only contractually obliged to appear onstage for 13 minutes at each show. Like so much else about him, it may have been true, but it was probably just razzle-dazzle. His children survive him.
• Michael Jackson, pop musician, born 29 August 1958; died 25 June 2009
Proud Father ! To Be...
Hi All!
Sorry again.. I am here to post after really lon time. But there are manythings to tell you. Good news First.I am going to be a father in a couple of months.Regular tests have confirmed that the baby is growing very well in the Uterus.He/She is healthy and is very naughty. He is always eady for fun.Moving all around in his very very small world.
I cannot explain in words, How it feels. Baby name search has been a regular exercise of mine from some time now and I have lastly concluded that the name would be VISHWANATHAN if baby boy and VALLARRI if baby girl. How does it sound? Lemme Know.
Love For Now
Chandra
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Mumbai terror Attack.... What next?
It has been above 1month now since Mumbai was in the grip of terror for more than 60 hrs. India started with abuse and then warning just like a middle school kid who has been given out by another boy in half pant. When the response was meagre and Pakistan didnt give any heed to it, India started making International pressure via America and Great Britain, but it didnt help either. India says that we have clear evidence stating Pakistan hands in the Terror attack.. Pak denies it bluntly saying no proof has been handed to them and they are mere information and not evidence. Now the question arises what should India Do? What next?
OK... India should attack Pakistan... It is what more than 80 % Indians suggest in numerous Polls online or in weekly magazines. But is this the only way out.... NO...
First of alll...India will have to decide whether India want to wage war against the government of Pakistan, The people of Pakistan or the Terrorists who have found refuge in the Borders of Afghanistan and POK.
Secondly, It needs to be known very well that the war be packed up within 3-4 days because the expense of the war would be too hefty for India to bear in this recession.
Thirdly, What is India going to do after the attack? Would India resolve the kashmir Issue once for all or is it planning to be in 1965 like situation.
No,,, we are not ready for any of it.. We cant prove it that there was any Pak agency behind the terror attack in Mumbai... hence cant wage war against the Govt.Of Pakistan, On people of Pakistan-its out of question on the Terrorist camps in Pakistan.... How can you enter A foreign land like this Unless you are America?
We cant guarantee that we will be able to pack up in 3-4 days as well all know that just driving away the culprits in kargil from our own land took more than 15 days... So we are in trouble here.
Thirdly, The kashmir issue is not going to get resolved through war and thats true as we are fighting our own people in Kashmir. So forget it.
International Politics is all about timing. Check the timing and you win. Palestine attacks and within hrs Israel is deep inside Palestine and no nation even make a statement on that.. This is how it works. One atack in America and the whole Afghanistan was ravaged.... just on the question of Iraq having chemical weapons, Iraq was invaded.. I am not justifying what America did to Iraq, but I am just putting my point. So its all about timing.
India has been under regular terrorist attacks.. Evertime an attack happens there is lot of hoo--hoopllah... The designer home minister with multiple suits in the wardrobe comes up in front of the camera and parrots a regular dialogue. Several possessions take place with big banners wherein people write messagges for the killed or the martyrs, Which nobody reads and at the end of the days these big banners are either burnt or thrown in the Sarkari-Dustbins among the garbage. Candle light possessions to the India gate has been a regular event nowadays,, thanks Aamir Khan and Rang De Basanti.. providing a wonderfull opportunity for the self declared Page 3 celebrities to come to the National TV in designer wear and also to the corporates to loosely show up how much they care..... All this occassions are sponsored by these corporates and when you go to that place you will also find big **SHARM KARO** tag or banners nicely craved between the product advertisement........What the FC**....
So, Now we have changed the topic of discussion. lets come to the point. The question is how to bring the culprits responsible for the Mumbai terror attack to task.
What I sugggest ( though I am not an expert in Political strategy or Internation relations) is to mount the pressure on Pakistan to hand over the people involved in the attack to India , to which Pakistan had declined already and that is obvious , so India should come up with cemented proof and evidences against the people involved,, present it to UN and then an International court should be formed under the supervision of the UN and then the culprits should be tried under it.
This way we will not only be able to prevent war but also move a step forward toward reconciliation
OK... India should attack Pakistan... It is what more than 80 % Indians suggest in numerous Polls online or in weekly magazines. But is this the only way out.... NO...
First of alll...India will have to decide whether India want to wage war against the government of Pakistan, The people of Pakistan or the Terrorists who have found refuge in the Borders of Afghanistan and POK.
Secondly, It needs to be known very well that the war be packed up within 3-4 days because the expense of the war would be too hefty for India to bear in this recession.
Thirdly, What is India going to do after the attack? Would India resolve the kashmir Issue once for all or is it planning to be in 1965 like situation.
No,,, we are not ready for any of it.. We cant prove it that there was any Pak agency behind the terror attack in Mumbai... hence cant wage war against the Govt.Of Pakistan, On people of Pakistan-its out of question on the Terrorist camps in Pakistan.... How can you enter A foreign land like this Unless you are America?
We cant guarantee that we will be able to pack up in 3-4 days as well all know that just driving away the culprits in kargil from our own land took more than 15 days... So we are in trouble here.
Thirdly, The kashmir issue is not going to get resolved through war and thats true as we are fighting our own people in Kashmir. So forget it.
International Politics is all about timing. Check the timing and you win. Palestine attacks and within hrs Israel is deep inside Palestine and no nation even make a statement on that.. This is how it works. One atack in America and the whole Afghanistan was ravaged.... just on the question of Iraq having chemical weapons, Iraq was invaded.. I am not justifying what America did to Iraq, but I am just putting my point. So its all about timing.
India has been under regular terrorist attacks.. Evertime an attack happens there is lot of hoo--hoopllah... The designer home minister with multiple suits in the wardrobe comes up in front of the camera and parrots a regular dialogue. Several possessions take place with big banners wherein people write messagges for the killed or the martyrs, Which nobody reads and at the end of the days these big banners are either burnt or thrown in the Sarkari-Dustbins among the garbage. Candle light possessions to the India gate has been a regular event nowadays,, thanks Aamir Khan and Rang De Basanti.. providing a wonderfull opportunity for the self declared Page 3 celebrities to come to the National TV in designer wear and also to the corporates to loosely show up how much they care..... All this occassions are sponsored by these corporates and when you go to that place you will also find big **SHARM KARO** tag or banners nicely craved between the product advertisement........What the FC**....
So, Now we have changed the topic of discussion. lets come to the point. The question is how to bring the culprits responsible for the Mumbai terror attack to task.
What I sugggest ( though I am not an expert in Political strategy or Internation relations) is to mount the pressure on Pakistan to hand over the people involved in the attack to India , to which Pakistan had declined already and that is obvious , so India should come up with cemented proof and evidences against the people involved,, present it to UN and then an International court should be formed under the supervision of the UN and then the culprits should be tried under it.
This way we will not only be able to prevent war but also move a step forward toward reconciliation
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Insurance Buisness,,,, Tough Job..... Its Easy..
I am new into Insurance.. Recently I passed my IRDA Examination. On the day of the Final Interview, My Development Officer (D.O)asked me, How much do you plan to sell , this financial Year? I didnt had any answer. I had heared , selling of any Financial product is one of the toughest job on earth. I said as there is another 4 months left for this financial Year,I would expect a sale of atleast 12 Policies, which is also the target for the LIC agents for the entire year.
My DO frowned as if I have said something wrong. I said 'What'... the manager would not be impressed. At least 50 policy sale is required to qualify for the 1st club.It was my time to take the pressure. With some hesitation I said.. OK.. I'll do it.
And here I stand after nearly two months...Disqualified for the job. I am unable to meet the expected. After more than 200 cold callings , few leads are generated.. Following up the leads is the toughest job.. You feel humiliated at times when no one take the call or disconnects the call or after few followups am informed ,
" Are ,Yaar, Abhi Nahi Ho Paa Raha Hai... Jab Hoga to Aap ko Phone Karunga".... What the hell? Why didnt you tell me that on the very first day?
This is not the spirit, I know. I shouldnt blame the customer. Who am I? I have intereferd in their life for my own benefit and now I am blaming? Why did I call them? For Profit... Offcourse. Then Why This heck.....
This is How it works? " Its a rejection Job..My Friend" said one my seniour Advisor on the very first day.I knew it still I choosed it. It was my own decision. then why Blame... Dont Blame.. It was the right decision at the right time. I strictly believe
So, Now I am ready again. With a new zeal and vigour? I will prove myself. I hate being a loser.
I will start from scartch and determined to achieve the target at all cost.
Wish me Luck..
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Feeling Bored.. I dont Know Why?
Feeling very Bored today.. Back to office..Same irrate customers, same transfers.
Sometimes I feel sick of what I am doing.I seriously think of going back to my native village and start a school and work for myself. I had my own small company where I used to manufacture Water tanks and Septic tanks. A good Work for a very Good cause.. Sanitation.
Coming to office and working in this environment still bring a sense of grotesquely strangeness. I dont know why? But thats true. It has been above 2 years nows, but still the same. Unusual shifts, nightlife and beautifull girls in skin tight clothes , no longer bring excitement.. I dont Know Why?
I am a a person with a postive attitude. I always beleive that everything will be all right. Everything is all right, but still I dont know why I am afraid. I am afraid to be me. I am afraid of myself.
I dont Know why? I am feeling bored....
Thursday, January 1, 2009
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