Dream, Hope and Truth
If god could afford any leniency I would beg it should be for all those struggling for life in an intensive care unit. It takes no time for one to feel the pain one must be enduring lying on that bed. I could not run away from it either. This boy, all of 22 is no ordinary man or no ordinary soldier; he’s a dream. He worked hard for four years to wear the uniform he always dreamt of. If his record of performance is anything to go by, he could redefine the term excellence beyond its connotation. Behind him is a man, who stood proudly as he witnessed him, passing out with an academy level appointment, an honour every officer dreams of. His father is also the hope, the driving force that his son will regain his form and prove his metal in the years ahead. He’s the pillar of strength and a man whose hopes know no boundaries and no science. He’s merely a loving father.
The Truth is. This boy is a soldier. He will Fight through everything and emerge a winner in life. The truth is, Human will power will conquer science and time. The truth is, He wasn’t meant to be there. He doesn’t deserve to and nobody deserves to. The Truth is, sleeping in a bed with no sensation, with screws holding the head to the collar bone, with multiple fractures on vertebrates is no pleasure. The truth is, Be responsible! Sometimes life forgets to give a chance!
Monday, December 27, 2010
Friday, October 08, 2010
Why Rajnikant should be the brand ambassador of Air India?
SIMPLE. Because only he can save Air India.
Seven days .Six flights later I know a thing for sure. Why in India we care so much for a sarkari naukri. and who better to teach me this but the lovely aunties on Air India. Alright ,they can’t dress up like the young dashing air hostesses of private airlines..but then who cares? U think people really chose airlines for ogling at the air hostesses. NO we don’t. We are Indians and we can only care for the cheapest tickets.
And of course then there are government employees who have no choice but to travel by the national carrier. I personally feel it was a good move by the government to revive IA . but then the buck stops there. The lovely aunties don’t seem to understand that it’s the government which is trying to help them and it’s not the other way around. The lovely aunties should set an example how experience can score over gimmicks but then they don’t. They lack basic courtesy, have absolute no grace and behave like sarkari babus. On couple of occasions the air hostesses behaved very rudely with some first time flyers. They make it look like they are doing us a favour. Sadly this would remain a blog and the lovely aunites would continue with on board gossip sessions.
As for Rajnikant, please save Air India. Maybe some ROBOT AUNITES would help.
SIMPLE. Because only he can save Air India.
Seven days .Six flights later I know a thing for sure. Why in India we care so much for a sarkari naukri. and who better to teach me this but the lovely aunties on Air India. Alright ,they can’t dress up like the young dashing air hostesses of private airlines..but then who cares? U think people really chose airlines for ogling at the air hostesses. NO we don’t. We are Indians and we can only care for the cheapest tickets.
And of course then there are government employees who have no choice but to travel by the national carrier. I personally feel it was a good move by the government to revive IA . but then the buck stops there. The lovely aunties don’t seem to understand that it’s the government which is trying to help them and it’s not the other way around. The lovely aunties should set an example how experience can score over gimmicks but then they don’t. They lack basic courtesy, have absolute no grace and behave like sarkari babus. On couple of occasions the air hostesses behaved very rudely with some first time flyers. They make it look like they are doing us a favour. Sadly this would remain a blog and the lovely aunites would continue with on board gossip sessions.
As for Rajnikant, please save Air India. Maybe some ROBOT AUNITES would help.
Thursday, April 01, 2010
IPL Cheerleaders & Cricket
This is a tribute to all the Indian premier league cheerleaders who dance untiringly at every exciting moment of the match. Donning their team colours they could be seen around the perimeter of the playfield repeating few steps with great monotony, which except for those who could be seen outside “c” grade cinema halls, would love to oversee. Of course then there is our friendly camera man exploring these dancers from all possible angles making it look more like another raunchy “Rakhi Sawant ” video.
Most of the teams have gone about hiring ‘phoren’ cheerleaders to add a little more to ever pervasive craze for “gori chamdi “ which could by best testified by the launch of new fairness creams every day. Women and cricket has always shared a little in common till recent years when Set Max introduced Mandira Bedi on its panel of hosts. Within no time noodle straps bowled over cricket and declared the arrival of women in cricket (other than on playfield)
We, Indians have a great ability of over doing things but without concerning much about quality and purpose of doing it. We have had great women cricketers like Mithali Raj who has made place for herself in this so called gentleman’s game through sheer hard work and talent.
Cricket may be considered a religion by a lot of us and a money machine by those in the business but the fact remains that it is a game. Every sport like every religion demands a certain sanctity which should be upheld. A dish would only taste good only if the right ingredients have been put but also most importantly in the right quantity. Equilibrium is not a theory of economics or science but a secret to life.
As far as the cheerleaders are concerned I feel they could be done away with or at the best have them perform during the ten min break. Every person wishes to be noticed and be appreciated for their talent.
This is a tribute to all the Indian premier league cheerleaders who dance untiringly at every exciting moment of the match. Donning their team colours they could be seen around the perimeter of the playfield repeating few steps with great monotony, which except for those who could be seen outside “c” grade cinema halls, would love to oversee. Of course then there is our friendly camera man exploring these dancers from all possible angles making it look more like another raunchy “Rakhi Sawant ” video.
Most of the teams have gone about hiring ‘phoren’ cheerleaders to add a little more to ever pervasive craze for “gori chamdi “ which could by best testified by the launch of new fairness creams every day. Women and cricket has always shared a little in common till recent years when Set Max introduced Mandira Bedi on its panel of hosts. Within no time noodle straps bowled over cricket and declared the arrival of women in cricket (other than on playfield)
We, Indians have a great ability of over doing things but without concerning much about quality and purpose of doing it. We have had great women cricketers like Mithali Raj who has made place for herself in this so called gentleman’s game through sheer hard work and talent.
Cricket may be considered a religion by a lot of us and a money machine by those in the business but the fact remains that it is a game. Every sport like every religion demands a certain sanctity which should be upheld. A dish would only taste good only if the right ingredients have been put but also most importantly in the right quantity. Equilibrium is not a theory of economics or science but a secret to life.
As far as the cheerleaders are concerned I feel they could be done away with or at the best have them perform during the ten min break. Every person wishes to be noticed and be appreciated for their talent.
Friday, February 19, 2010
NATIONS..
When I walked into the hussainiwala gate complex I felt like a true Indian, present there to witness the “ lowering of flags” ceremony. Notwithstanding the standard of drill which I must say was excellent I couldn’t help staring at the beautiful gate Pakistan has built on the it’s side. But it wasn’t too long before this thought turned into a smile. When the crowd started flowing in, filling the stands I could see shabbily dressed men. They reflected the state in which Pakistan is in today, a state struggling to identify itself as a modern Islamic nation, desperate to hide its internal mess.
But what seemed to me as a good sign were these smartly dressed uniform clad lady rangers standing along with their male counterparts. My stereotype opinion of Pakistan, which I ignorantly have carried along all life long changed immediately. I started thinking like a citizen of the world and wished that this country should rise above the uncertainty, financial crunch and above all religious fundamentalism.
I felt sad for this nation for have being lead by some wrong leaders at very crucial moments. I also realized that a nation is not what we read in newspapers, what their leaders claim to be but what every single citizen believe they are!
There are no good or bad nations, only bad leaders.
When I walked into the hussainiwala gate complex I felt like a true Indian, present there to witness the “ lowering of flags” ceremony. Notwithstanding the standard of drill which I must say was excellent I couldn’t help staring at the beautiful gate Pakistan has built on the it’s side. But it wasn’t too long before this thought turned into a smile. When the crowd started flowing in, filling the stands I could see shabbily dressed men. They reflected the state in which Pakistan is in today, a state struggling to identify itself as a modern Islamic nation, desperate to hide its internal mess.
But what seemed to me as a good sign were these smartly dressed uniform clad lady rangers standing along with their male counterparts. My stereotype opinion of Pakistan, which I ignorantly have carried along all life long changed immediately. I started thinking like a citizen of the world and wished that this country should rise above the uncertainty, financial crunch and above all religious fundamentalism.
I felt sad for this nation for have being lead by some wrong leaders at very crucial moments. I also realized that a nation is not what we read in newspapers, what their leaders claim to be but what every single citizen believe they are!
There are no good or bad nations, only bad leaders.
As I walked on the shore, moving towards the soil
Too naive to understand the roots
I felt the distance causing the pain deep inside
With nowhere to go, I leapt back into the uncertain waters
To where I belong!
Under currents pull me into greater depths
Waves play dirty
I go back to my instincts, the basics!
For all those who urged me to continue writing!!
Too naive to understand the roots
I felt the distance causing the pain deep inside
With nowhere to go, I leapt back into the uncertain waters
To where I belong!
Under currents pull me into greater depths
Waves play dirty
I go back to my instincts, the basics!
For all those who urged me to continue writing!!
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