MUSIC moves MIND.

I was walking from the final office bus stop to my house at night. Like always, i was plugged to my music. A lone man walking at night. At some distance i see a house decorated with lights. The light bulbs, of different colors, were placed in parallel lines. With a particular song which was running [argghhh.... i can't remember the song], i just, for an instant, travelled back in time with visual glimpses from the past clouding my mind till i crossed that house.

The glimpses were of the decorated christmas trees that i used to see near my aunt's house when I was a kid. This particular place i.e my aunt's place, has lot of christian families. I used to wait for the day of christmas whenever i realised the month was december. For one, there was food, confectionaries and they were in plenty and another, there was this sense that built up inside that i belonged to that place, the eternal peace i used to find whenever i visited that place, the familiar and friendly faces to greet everytime i was there. There is a hospital near by which used to put up christmas trees with dangling christmas cards and covered with lights, clay dolls placed in small dens or placed over a small area, depicting stories. I was taken to the place by my dad or uncle. At times the entire family used to visit the place.

As I think of it now and that night when i walked past the decorated house, the whole place gives me a sense of security, pleasure, comfort. The security is not in a way that I would be attacked or smacked but it's like the way that there's someone to make you feel connected, important, liked even though you feel you dont need it. The place gives it all to you. That's what's so beautiful. I don't have to say it to anybody or express anything the way I feel for that place. It's hard to describe. I think that is what 'belonging' is all about. Whenever there is a glimpse of the wonderful past you had, if given a chance, you want to get back there, and as fast as you could.

The musical cry of the cell phones.

I am and always have been hit by this question whenever a phone with ringtones of that of a song rings from phones of my colleagues, "Why do you have to add those songs as ringtones? " I have never understood the fascination for having songs as ringtones and never could understand why when there is a new song i've heard on TV has to become the ringtone the next week [probably if the guy is a nutcase he would have it the next day itself]. I mean what are these guys out to prove? Below are the few possible reasons going on in the perpertrators' mind that i could muster.
a) "I want to show others that i'm in touch with modernity" [This guy needs to wake up]
b) "That song is my favourite! Oh I love it so much" [what a song! really....... i swear on errr.......]
c) "People who haven't heard this song. Let them hear it." [This is one of the best forms of serving humanity]
d) "I don't know. I just got it from my friend because it was cool" [ugghhhh! Now someone definitely has to tell me what 'cool' means here.]

I damn all these guys who trouble me when i'm with peace in office. The tone that is very often heard these days is one from SRK's new movie "Rab ne bana de jodi". When a ringtone of that song goes off on a table somewhere in the office and which has the audacity to reach my ears, im reminded of the promo video which is currently aired on national channels and makes me say "No! not that atleast". From what appears from the video, it looks like our superstar hero wants to experience coolness in a more idiotic way. I guess movie start in the age of 40 tend to have fun being an idiot. Not to forget to mention, tom cruises' bizzarre way of professing his love for katie holmes in one of oprah winfrey's show which made news for which he also confessed recently stating that he should have handled it in better way ["Love makes you blind! guess it does."]. So getting back to our super hero SRK, he seems to be trying awful lot of things with his new styles and bikes and trying to attain that hunk look. The same tried in his earlier home production movie "Om shanti Om" which, funnily, made good amount of cash [Marketing does a lot. i know i know. i hate marketing. I HATE IT]. I wonder how people end up watching such kind of movies [Well! i did watch it on TV]. I had a laugh when i watched it guess i should appreciate him for something and not for others because his movies makes me laugh and ridicule at the same time!

It's been a week for Mumbai.

It's been a week since the terrorists unleashed their terror on civilians of mumbai, killing 179 people and injuring many more who are recovering from serious wounds. The "spirit of mumbai" is less spoken off and the demand to see actions and justice is seen more. The "chalta rahega", "baad me dekengey" attitude has striken.

I have been watching the news channels for updates ever since the tragedy struck the "maximum city". There are more controversies picked up everyday than the dire need of the hour - solutions.....practical solutions for preventing another terrorist attack. Swift actions taken now by the govt. of india, in response to the anger of people and more so with the future election dangling. Pressurized politicians resigning in the wake of the event for their inefficiency in handling events and they never are short of peoples' expectations when it comes to 'public' work. Politicians not sensing what to speak at this hour of crisis with remarks ranging from 'lipsticks' by a senior leader of the opposition party to insulting statements from chief minister of a state who was refused to let into a martyr's house, to a casual remark on the terrorist incidence by the deputy CM of the tragedy struck state. These are the kind of people who have been elected to rule and have their final say on laws to make public life better.

Acceptance seems to be the hardest word.

Acceptance, in daily life, IS the hardest ordeal in human life. The mind devices the objectives everyday and a successful accomplishment of the 'to-do' list brings immense satisfaction and even greater, brings in the hope that your long term goals will be met someday in the future if the completion of the tasks are to the expected level of performance. But why does it become so hard to digest the fact that you are no way closer in everyday affair itself. Accept the reality that you are not in any good position in clinching the title leading to the ultimate, the image of which lies somewhere in the subconscious mind. You tend to question, whack your thinking part of brain with questions like - Why did i do this? Do i like doing this? What made me to this? Where am i heading and the question that tops everything. Will I ever be happy by doing this and that?

The journey begins with the idea of happiness, don't-know-how-but-gotta-have-it-somehow. Misery is not what is acceptable, at least not initially. You can be optimistic, will be optimistic because you've heard people around you say it all the time and have fed yourself with it and nothing else but it. Optimism, an idea thats based entirely on hope and hope is not based on any analysis or calculation. Interestingly, it is based on the thought that bad times can not rule for long. There should be a brighter side somewhere and that somewhere is close. There should be a godly power that would rescue you from everything wrong that is happening and the power of the universe shall lead to the door that one is seeking. The entire journey is spent and when you do not find what you wanted, at least in your mind, in the speculated timeframe, you try to show the world that a lot has been learnt from the journey. The experience will help next time if confronted with a similar situation but what when you never face a situation that would even resemble a percent of the earlier situation?

When the imaginary point of solace that you have been looking for seems distance away, so away, that you realize there's not enough energy or motivation to carry you ahead, you let it go and see things differently. You never gave a thought on the journey itself, blinded by one thought that was lingering in mind through out. "I think that's what i wanted and I think I will be happy and satisfied when i reach there". The journey is forgotten, you have got what you 'thought' would make you happy but what makes you feel you still have nothing. What did i do all that for? Everything that i've done so far, does it hold any good? The feeling of loneliness, helplessness sinks in and you find there's no one to get you out of there but yourself. Restructuring your goals, forgetting everything and this time not with the thought of reaching where you want to but with no thoughts at all more like a rambler.

So you now know why taking a walk back home is more meaningful and enjoyable than taking a walk away from home.

Where the hell was this song?

One such song was 'I shall be released' by bob dylan. 'Any day now....any day now...I shall be released'. I have been skipping this song for a while. I never liked the first strums of the guitar and was skipping it. That's stupid.eh? That's idiotic. I never allowed the song to progress a little further and for some reason i did that today. I opened my eyes and said...what the fuck? where the hell was this song all this while. The feeling was immense, like i found something i had lost.

The song was so much liked that I played it over and over again. The morning sunlight hitting my handsome face!!! Eyes closed, I stare at the sun. The golden yellow was pictured. The color faded to brown and then black as the bus moved away from the sun. The mind was alive. The usual mind of mine involved in crap thoughts that, perhaps, has no signinficance in any domain of life.

I wake up and the see the office gate. Fuck office and fuck everything else inside. arrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

Few Favorites from captured!

Hard days’ work on return home

When you are staying away from home, you think about it at times. When you get back, there’s work waiting for you – specially, if it’s a festive day.

I do have the liberty of waking at my time but this is gravely marred by the ‘to-do’ list for the day, reminded by mum the previous night before retiring to the cozy bed that ensures a prefect sleep.

The ‘to-do’ list for the next day:

1. The red chillies need a hair cut: Not exactly. The stem, I suppose, is the word I’m looking for. The stem needs to be cut off using the scissors. You sit in the chair in the hall staring at the chillies on the table, picking up one-by-one and cut the stem off and drop them into the container. The population of the chillie species, in particular the red type, is so good that you don't want to delve into counting. Completion of the work assigned is the call and a good and clean work ensures accolades from the commanding officer of the kitchen.

2. Shop for groceries and vegetables: “Take the scooter and get the list of items written in the list and listen be careful when you are riding!” List..List...List. One list for vegetables, one list for groceries and another list in the mind - of the things i wanted to do that day but inevitably has to be delayed (which includes watching movies gulping down alco from the bottle). When you get to the destination, you have to wait in a queue to get all the 'listed' items and you hear yourself say "What the f**k?. This is taking so much time." and get back home after 2 hours of standing, like a street lamp pole.

3. Talk to relatives. Go. Visit them: This was in the ‘to-do list. "Aunt and uncle will be disappointed if you don’t talk to them. These kids of modern days. They don’t know how to maintain family relations. God take care of these fools". Yup.Yup. god shall direct me to the path of the wise and i shall enlighten my brain with all the wisdom from the journey and 'grow up'. Its more an obligation shoved than the need or the desire to speak. The tormenting question of 'How would you maintain relations with people?" - related people in particular and the inevitable conclusion drawn from the present behavior of mine - my refusal to speak to relatives and the griping that goes after the talk, makes my brain go berserk.

Work awaits you everywhere. So does the fun that follows it.

Oh no...Fred-e AGAIN!

Fred–e has taken the bus, Scheduled Departure Time – 12 : 30. He keeps shifting between reading his book and listening his music (the charge level indicator shows one-stick which is to say its gonna last for approx an hour...naheeein. What is Fred-e to do when its dead!!!! Fred-e kya hoga? The hour hand is 'in-between' 3 and 4 while the minute hand points to 6. 15: 30 is the time it said). Fred-e decides to sleep after pouring out water from his eyes. The journey is on.

Fred-e wakes up and checks for the place first and then the time. He looks out and says to himself, “I'm crossing western ghats”. He looked for the time. It was 18:40. I'm traveling through the twilight hour.

The hills far-off look worn out. The gray clouds descend from the sky and blanket the mountains – partially. The rain drops keep hitting the glass window, not in a continuous fashion though. The dark lord casts his shadow over the place pushing the light away but not before passing a message “Light Light! Come another day”. The time moves on. Fred-e looks at the place and sees a house, lit by bulb. The bulb might be of 40W. He wonders if there are people living in there and if there are any??? How on earth do they live with a single lit bulb (If the reader is saying that it might be a fodder or cattle house, Fred -e would say, I SAW IT CORRECTLY. IT WASN'T THAT). The bus moves on and Fred-e catches a glimpse of another 'human' house but this time there was no bulb. There was no light source. That definitely must be a ghost house! The place which the bus passed through had few shops around and few houses. Life must be very hard here.

Fred-e wonders as to why everytime he has to go thro' this route always? What Fred-e didn't realise is that this is the ONLY route that could connect by road to his place. Fred-e was blank...like always.

A Walk on the Beach sand

The day was Wednesday, 03^rd of September, the day Indians across the land celebrated lord ganesha’s birthday, I decided to take a walk in the beach.

The time between 6 and 7 in the eve is what I prefer. My dad dropped me off the highway – he had a program to attend somewhere close. One has to walk the tar road covered with iron ore on either side, on foot or – if lucky enough for the day – by an auto rickshaw. Lucks' never on my side. So, my walk begins.

The road is dusty. Heavy vehicles rest on sides of the choking road. Few vehicles pass through the road, raising the settled particles in the air and atmospheric pressure difference causes the particles to exhibit ‘tyndall effect’ and find a passage into the lungs. It was fine with the auto rickshaws going by (lesser ore members in the air) but it got to my nerve when it was a heavy vehicle that went past. I cursed the guy sitting behind the steering wheel. Five minutes after the cursing, I was there. It took around 15 minutes to reach a point from where one could see the horizon.

The clouds gathered at a region in the sky, the sun hiding behind them, ships on the horizon and a lone man stepping onto the white sand. The images were stunning. I hate when there are too many people around. Amidst the population which indulged in water activities, beach side sport, talking and other things which I couldn’t see (they were sitting far off), I found a place for myself. I pulled out my digital image capturer and focused the lens on the picturesque view in the sky, though it had changed slightly. I took a few of them, having anchored liner and the sun behind the clouds(which you can see here), a brilliant amalgamation of colors in the sky with a line of water embedded in the image.

I decided to take a walk and take more pictures as and when the scene in the sky develops. I walked past writings on the sand, sand castles destroyed by raucous waves, people capturing picturesque view in their phones, group of shells on the shore – broken. After covering a distance, I take ‘the capturer’ and click the way to hold the image. Clicking, viewing and deleting ones that were not ‘imprinted’ well. I had walked enough. It was around 6:45 and I thought its better I move the other direction and get onto the ‘short road’ made of huge stone blocks. The road that directs to the sea! And there I go. The twilight shade was getting darker every minute but I decided to stay longer.

I embarked the journey to the other side. This time it took me around 20 minutes to reach to the start of the road. It was dark already, the sun was going to bed quite early(which I got to know from my aunt later when she said ‘its getting dark early these days’). I step onto the road to walk into the sea and I see people walking the other direction (its known around that staying beyond 7 in that area is not a good idea. Sirjee!). As I walk into the dark sea, I see two men fishing, standing on piled stones. I captured it and got a blurred image. It seems I hadn’t chosen the right option for the night picture, plus the one which does not emit the powerful light, keeping the natural essence intact. I did not remember the mode and the way to set it and was in no mood to test the option as well. Had to be content with what ever I could capture. For the next image, keeping the option which got me the blurred image, active, I tried to compensate the blur by avoiding the ‘hand trembles’. Failed miserably in that and had to suffice with what I had got. It was close to 7:30 and I was still making my way into the sea. Amidst the craze of capturing scenic beauty, it never crossed my mind to stop and take a look around at the dark night in the sea with the glittering stars on top. I stopped three-fourth of the way and stood on one of the stones that formed the pavement and stared at the ocean. The ships had lit up at this time, strong breeze flew past me, waves hit each other and eventually hit the stone surfaces, the night had occupied the place and I had occupied a tiny space to watch this. The mind was void, void of any activity (as is the case always). It was only viewing. Do nothing else. I turned to look the extreme where the ‘road’ ends (a little light was available) and realized I’m alone. There is no one around. That was it. I was alone staring the dark, feeling it all. The silence I guess was what made me stand there for another 10 minutes. I started walking back – jumping on the stones – turned each time to see. Fatigue had set in. My skin pores were making way for the water from the body. I think this diminished my experience with the night – alone. Nonetheless, the surrounding was something to embrace.

what are u thinking?

The trip home, using the common mode of transport known, has been an interesting one. At a certain distance which one crosses everyday. he finds something peculiar on his way. He observed that the region is cut-off of electricity. The darkness has embraced the 3-dimensional space, revealing another world that co-exists with the living world but renders only for the eyes of the beholder when he wishes to see and realize the existence of such a world - that makes the unstoppable time pause a while. As long as the electricity is out and as long as one wishes to stay which, inevitably, is in the hands of the person that drives the mode of transport.

The ceiling fan revolves, the idiot box spits out arbit words, the tired soul rests itself on the soft mattress. The eyes stare at the blank roof for as long as there is energy to keep its activity alive and running. The eyes decide to shut for a short while. The entire world appears to converge onto the box - frame by frame. The frames are moving at an unimaginable speed, impersonating real time scenario. The sound which accompany the mobile frames emit from the speakers, travels through air and strike the ear drums, reverberates. Its never made any sense. How different would it be today? The sound of silence is what is respected and absorbed.

The soft cushion absorbs the negative energy from the worn out body. The cerebrum is shadowed with dark clouds, clouds that mean no harm, perhaps, no purpose, no intention. The absorption allows the soul to plug-in to another world. A world defined by rules. Rules set by the species plugged-in. A world where rules are not meant to be broken but its existence defined by a purpose. A purpose very well understood and given shape. Imagination - not merely a word but that transcends the boundaries set in the real world. A world without language or any mode that presents mode for understanding. A world where one has to be self and an existence of an unseen bond between the environment and self. An understanding which does not require a sign language or an utterance of a single word. A perpetual harmony found without even having a thought for searching for one. Who wants real world? Break the shackles of reality, acceptance of everyday affair, traditions, responsibilities, monotonous existence and human attributes that fuel these. Stretch - beyond the known limits of existence. Rules that allow you to jump from mountains -arms wide stretched, pierce through the clouds and lets you land unharmed - you knowing this before you took that jump. Imagination crossing boundaries ever known. let it see. let it feel. Rules that defy existence, rules which hold meaning only for you. Get lost in the unknown. Let it absorb the fear of something going wrong after a prolonged good time. Fear of bad times to come after the bad times that you have faced. Of the fact that you have been convincing yourself- that good times roll after bad times. A perpetual craving to the right to be in the world you belong to. Not that you feel left out by this world but that you want to stay away from the world of realities.

The eyes open to find the roof in front. Realization of the real world cannot be evaded no matter how much you crave for another world. your world. Natures' rule does not grant you that but interestingly lets you imagine it.


PS: Am I in trance?

It serves right...err. at times

I asked my roommate if we could go and get some alcohol(here after referred to as alco) for the hungry soul. he agreed. The very subject prompted me to write before i get some of the liquid into the body.

The consumption of alco has mixed effects which is to say its both advantageous and disadvantageous. The limit, of course, decides. However, i could, specifically for this post, think of only one. I'm not sure if pro and con of drinking could be clubbed - after having crossed the mark of sanity which inevitably is a result of exceeding one's limit.

After breaking the shackle, one's tends to talk freely. Free talking here would mean crap or something that bothers him, his opinions on issues which might falls more in the realm of stupidity or something serious - very very serious. But he talks. The talks sometimes are accompanied with excessive gestures. Now, whats the state of the person who has become 'the' victim of this lost drunkard. who cares? The guy is talking and he wants to talk it out but has no clue where his point is leading to. This is what happens most of time when you see the individual be himself. Bring out the stupid side of his which one tends to ignore or never even realized the existence of such an attribute. At times, the true things come out. At times, the crappiest things come out. At times, behaviors that were never exhibited are rendered. if carefully observed, its shows the advantage of drinking (from the view of the victim) but the results for the drunkard be quite humiliating. Having lost his consciousness and having spoken out crap after crap without the knowledge of having said so only to find out next morning from the victim that it was said so, can, quite have a jarring effect. This, apparently has to side with 'disadvantageous'.


Interestingly, alco consumption cannot be ridden off unless the doctor terms it as a habit that has the potential to end one's life - thats called self-destruction.

Nonetheless, i shall go and have one now. But let me stick to the better side of it.

The road to nowhere!

Twilight embracing the evening space, clouds having a time with their presence over the head and crying their heart out like the brainless characters of sas-bahu soaps, people rushing past to occupy seats for themselves and their 'dear' ones for the cozy ride to home from a remote place. Amidst these people, we have our friend Fred-e walking with his music plugged-in while the entire 'cloud' family continues to cry and shed their tears over him. Fred-e gets into the bus and to his astonishment, finds a seat. People rush past him and observes that no one is willing to sit next to him and guess what he thanks the passengers for doing so, letting he and his backpack occupy the respective seats. Meanwhile, it seems like a severe tragedy has struck the 'cloud' parivaar. How did Fred-e know this? they were crying heavily which led him to conclude. He found it hard to figure out the nature of tragedy and felt it would be a secret buried for eternity.

The driver starts the engine and the bus comes to life, ready to leave its stop. Fred-e wasn't sitting on the seat close to the window and since no one chose, he decides to shift right leaving his backpack to occupy the other. Fred-e clears the moisture off the window to have a look outside with his music plugged-in listening to athlete, eric clapton, queen and other singles. The surrounding was gloomy and Fred-e hated that, Fred-e loves rains back home but for some absurd reason he hates it here as long as there is nothing to take his mind away from the gloominess. Fred-e was watching the rain pour down heavily and looking how potholes rendered their service as water container but of course, the water never to be used for meaningful purpose(s) known. Fred-e had a flashback of the times gone by. Football in school, watching a picturesque view of nature and also remembering the pretty girl once upon a time he had a huge crush on. Well, that seems so pointless, the time is gone. There's nothing you can do about it Fred-e. Everything is just a memory now buried deep in the neurons and perhaps decide to come out of the casket on the days when the 'cloud' family members come out in open and shed their tears. Fred-e has been criticized by his colleagues for his addiction to his music gadget but Fred-e doesn't bother about it because it's he and only he who knows how it kills his boring time and prevents him from being morose while others choose to be silent and work non-stop. Fred-e finds this amusing but understands it. All the thoughts rush thro' his mind and decides to give it all up and talk to his friends in other places.

The great indian tamasha gets greater!!!

The trust-vote motion called by the United Progressive Alliance (UPA) led government today had its happy yet sober conclusion. Its perhaps in the history of no-confidence motion of the indian parliament that mind boggling events took place in order to prove a point which otherwise could have taken a more scrupulous dimension in doing so.

MP's being bribed with huge sums of money isn't something new anywhere in the world but throwing heaps of those money on the floor of the parliament in order to bring out individuals who had the audacity to do so, requires a special mention. This goes on to show the thought of sanctity of parliament the members have in their mind (which never does exist in those minds which does anything to get publicity).

The magic number in order to save its chair, the government had to do everything in its power to rope in parties to support them. The CPI had backed off from supporting the government siting differences with it over the Nuclear-deal with the US. The government instead called on other major political parties to support its cause and help save the government from the obvious fall, in case the numbers weren't met. The CPI along with the Bahujan samajwadi party [mayawati led BSP], Janata Dal Secular [deve gowda led JD(S)], Telugu Desam Party (Chandra Baby Naidu led TDP) and other parties joined hands to bring down the govt., to fight against going ahead with the deal which is considered by them as harmful for the nation. The country had seen a great deal of tamasha ever since the trust-vote motion was announced. The tamasha included key members swapping parties giving insipid, bizarre whatever you may call reasons for their leap. People who were least expected to come together, inevitably united by common force, were seen together. The day of reckoning was here

Tuesday, 22nd of july 2008, would go down in the history books as one of the saddest days in the indian parliament. 3 MP's of the Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) walking down to the floor of the house with a bag, opening it, pulling bundles of indian currency and placing them on the table. The other members of the opposition following to show their face. The unstoppable shouting and disruption flowed through with what seemed to be of fulfilling the oath to unravel the truth ('the truth is out here'). Its sad that such a thing had to take place that so called elected members who show whatsoever, no sign of sense or thought in carrying out such a heinous process. It appeared to be a scene of TV soap where the proof had to be shown in front of the members of the family in trying to get the guilty after 20 mins of dialog. Its a shame they got down to this. Interestingly a point emerged in the brain as to how was it possible to get stack full of money into the house when its been said that a stringent check is made of every member and everything that he/she gets in. strange as it sounds. More misery to add, the prime minister was never allowed to talk which is apparent all the time since the opposition never lets him speak and he had to submit his speech.

The parliament has been hijacked and run by morons who don't know what it stands for, the purpose of they being there, a reason for which they go for proceedings and all they do is adopt resentful means to make a point.

Nonetheless, prime minister, Dr. Manmohan Singh had his last laugh when the votes where counted and the govt. had a convincing victory with 275 votes for them and 256 against. A difference of 19 votes unlike the earlier tryst where the National Democratic Alliance (NDA) had to see downfall by just a vote. The closest that will ever be seen again.

The advantages of rain..besides the known ones!

Incessant rain (incessant drizzles shoudl be fine)hitting the city of hyderabad for a count of four days. Weekend plans purged (keeping the spirit of beer alive though), endless sleeps, purposeful drench in the rain are some of the events that took place during the span of the rain-days. The surrounding have been quite dirty, unbearable stench at places, pools of water at places and potholes at places. However, the negatives i might add there have been the positives to the story. Hyderabad has got water now, so there shall not be water problems for atleast a month (considering the timely supply which otherwise was stopped a week ago), the trees are quenched of thirst, the leaves which were brown before the rain are reflecting green thereby adding to the scenic beauty which otherwise is lost in the summer. In addition to all this, there has been a considerable downfall in the leve of dust which occupy the roads frequently travelled. I was travelling this morning in the bus to the office, reading 'India in mind' - a compilation of stories by Pankaj Mishra. Stories, written by writers/ authors from the west who visited india in their time and penned down their experiences during their travel. There was this dug up road which the bus crosses everyday. Apart from the bumps and 'hurts' it used to provide, the dust was gifted to the lungs of the passengers, by the vehicles passing each other. The option left with the passengers would be to shut the window. fine you shut the window but who will shut the door? right. Now that the rain god has graced us, the dust particles have been forced to 'stick' together, form a paste and lie on the road. Inhaling of dust in injurious to health and rain has come to the rescue of the chain-inhalers and make ppl realise the importance of what fresh air could do the body and err....hair!

Its been two months with no post...aiyeiiioooo!

Two months with no post in the blogger...thats bad. I shouldn't be saying i was occupied when i've got internet at my home and laptop to work on. Lets see whom can i critisize this time. hmmm..who better than the media..ha ha
The indian team recently won the Commonwealth Bank tri -series with a convincing victory of 2 games over none in the best of 3 clashes. The indian team is close to acquiring the status of a formidable team, a real FORMIDABLE TEAM. With times gone by when cricket fanatics would pull their hair over disturbing thoughts of the directions in which the indian cricket would be heading when the seniors were more in the team and the alegations that the seniors are not letting any 'junees' to come inside. With 'T-20' win and the latest one in the kitty, the cricket crazy dudes can stop pulling their hair and if they have lost some in the process, can look up to some hair growing lotions. With the good combination of seniors and juniors, the learning and the execution of processes is just going to be better and good for indian cricket, not to forget the amount of money spent by corporates and movies stars on the glizty, glamorous Indian Premier League (IPL) [ which is an answer to Zee TV's Indian Ccricket League (ICL) initiative]. Nonetheless, its just another business where large investors and FII's pump money and make more and pull out their stocks when they want it to!

Well, i'm deviating again. I was talking of the media. Listen about this. I had just returned home from office on tuesday, the day of the 2nd match of the 3 matches, which india won. Something struck my dull but awake mind to watch the famous of all channels, AAJ TAK (sabse tez) and the 'coming up' bar showed 'maa tujhe salaam' [Mother, I salute you]. I, for some reason, thought something on cricket should be up and coming soon, instead, i couldn't figure out how the title of the forthcoming show could link itself to the above mentioned subject that arose in my mind. Its only when the program began (after switching few channels here and there, i came back to AAJ TAK ), i see the mothers of all the cricketers (of all the young players of the team) sit in front of the camera to answer few questions which these journalists put up. The prologue to the show began with the cricketers running and hugging after the triumphant win. Interestingly, i happened to hear a pronoun from the mouth of one of the journalists when it was the turn to talk about Harbhajan Singh, the off spin bowler in the indian team, who is fondly called 'Bhajji'. The pronoun being' hamara' bhajji, meaning 'our' bhajji. I found it hideously strange. It were the same people who were criticising a hell lot (perhaps until the fire is intensified, till the satisfaction that the fire has actually intensified) of about the team whenever they lost the match and interestingly, there were no pronouns used, ***k the pronouns, its these bunch of retards acting like they know good amount of cricket and license to question the ability of the person and bringing forth solutions which you can only laugh at and throw it back at them. Yes, i do agree that in one of the games india did play badly (when they were all out for 153 against the aussie total of 202) but its only a game man. its not the end of all and now that they have won the series, everyone wants to have a piece of the pie, with these media run by hypocritic people, of the exclusive interviews and one hour, maybe longer, shows with the concluding segments having the clips of the winning moment and song from hindi movies in the background. I remember, the song, ' hum sikander hain' for the U-19 team, who won the U-19 world cup, by beating the south african team at kuala lumpur.

Its funny how people react and if you are a keen observer, like me (ha...at least in these issues if not the others), you can't help stop laughing at the shear immaturity shown by the some 'growing' journalists..

i need to sleep. have some work tmrw.

good night,