A Life Less Lived More Survived

Three days of sheer terror.Yet again the famed Mumbai Spirit put to test.Yet again we killed,we died,we prayed,we cried.Again we we started blaming and condemning.Isn't it over yet.

        How long are we going to stand mute witness to all these?How long are we gonna allow a bunch of spineless jerks to hold us petrified?How long do count our days and thank our stars for one more day of life.

         I know venting our anger & frustration like this is the only thing people like u and me can do & I'm ashamed of myself and my inability to do something.... anything to stop this.But the question is even if we had the opportunity would we have done any damn thing?Our deeply etched selfishness and fear for own dear lives would do little good in front of such a situation,,,other than helping us save our necks and run random in opposite direction. We will sit safe in our coccoons and give endless extempores about what should have been done and who should do it but never have the guts to get in there and change matters.....WHY?????????????Simple coz we fear everything,coz we are not one of the people out there risking their lives for us.Coz we can only salute the commandos,,,not join the force,,coz we can only blame the politicians(Never think I'm in favour of any damn party,,,,for me each is as worthless as the other),,,,but not get into that field and take responsibilities.Coz our pseudo patriotism will wake only for a day or two and then will die out.Coz we can only talk,talk,talk and talk some more

           And finally when we've done with all the talking,all the blaming,all the rallies and SMSes we will get back to our routine life.Today we mourn the deaths of ATS Chief HEMANT KARKARE,encounter specialist VIJAY SALASKAR, NSG commando Maj.SANDEEP UNNIKRISHNAN and A.C.P. ASHOK KAMTE tommorrow how many of us will actually remember any one of them.Tommorrow like all the other horrors,,this will also be forgotten.

              "In three words I can sum up everything I've learnt about life IT GOES ON"by MARK TWAIN

Gap and Continuation

Seems really weird to stay without blogging for nearly 2 & a 1/2 months now but couldn't help it. Plenty of stuff happened in these two months to influence my thought process,fill it up with more garbage than usual contents but somehow never managed enough time. So my one whole yr of hardcore studies finally paid off as i'm now in fst yr MBA. MBA has an amazing way of calming down a bloated ego,,,,all ur built up confidence goes for a toss once u come face to face with n number of projects and subsequent mediocre results(all this when we feel we have done our bloody best)but since a jump in water has happened i might as well enjoy the process of getting drowned,,,slowly,slowly allowing the water to flow through,, stoping the passage of airflow to lungs,consuming the entire system,turning the blood blue,, choking the life out and finally meeting the only reality of life DEATH,, till i get absorbed in it and come out as in life after death....................................eeeesh i sound so melodramatic,,,,yuck

A Black and White World

Nopes I’m not starting a debate on the various Rights and Wrongs. Just found a long lost bunch of pics I had sketched and remembered a skill that I had conveniently ignored for my sheer laziness.
I love colours. They are vibrant, they depict many moods, they have a cheerful appearance about them that’s something which is irreplaceable by mere sketches but the charm exuded by the pencil sketches is one of their own. It takes an understanding of light and reflections to make a good sketch…….too much technical views involved I’m afraid. But the end result is anything but technical, black and white pencil sketches gives a nostalgic feel to the subject, an old world beauty that ensures a trip down memory lane.

Humans are the best subjects that anyone can find. They varied expressions on faces are a thrill to capture……the meaningless smile of an infant( which evokes quite a no of sho shweets, sho cutes), the wide eyed innocence of a toddler, the impish mischief in a schoolboy, the harmless trickiness in a schoolgirl, the giggling teens, the hardworking labourers, the gypsy selling chudis, the pensive executive, the stern teacher, the mild elders, the blushing lovers, the confused student(I fall in this category but I’ve never attemted a self portrait) the rushing office goers the serene lady at the bus stop,,each have a different expression. In a way they even reflect the conflicting , contrasting thoughts goingin the human mind. These thoughts later on take shape with the strokes of a lead pencil. A harsh stroke showing anger, a soft one for a smile, a simple shade the shadows take,a smudge the delicate features define. No wonder,,,, portraits are the hardest to draw but easily the most cherishable.
Sometimes I feel no emotion
Sometimes no colour defines
Sometimes the light fades
Sometimes the darkness settles
Sometimes the lead tip beholds
A Black and White world.

Obsession Part 2

Felt like mentioning something about my other obsessions today “RAIN”
Ever found anything that can beat the magic of the first RAINS……..nopes I haven’t as yet. The entry of rains makes a grand event, dark overcast sky, trees swaying in breeze, dust flying in all directions everything seems to mark the arrival of the KING and then it comes ……starting with a slight drizzle it marks its entry and depending on the mood swings it lashes out or gently falls. The earth receives it with a welcoming smile and readily absorbs everything it gives. The trees get a wash and shine beyond themselves in ecstasy. The flowers bloom, new green life grows, but this all can change if the rain wishes ,,,if it gives life it can even destroy and wash away life without a trace
For me the rains are not just a seasonal occurrence, its more of a selfexpression, a depiction of the kind of person I am and of all the emotions I feel. Peace, mischief, happiness, love, hate, anger, frustration, sadness, worries everything is expressed by the rains. When I’m happy I wish it would just fall rhythmically having a fulfilling celebration. The now here, now gone rain is all mischievous as if the naughty downpour wants to play, a slight drizzle is a wish when peace is felt …oh so contended. A long walk or ride in pitter-patter rains is the perfect funda for a date. Anger and hatred finds meaning in thunder and lightning,,, uncontrollable and at times destructive. The torrential hard-hitting rains is an outlet for all the pent up sorrows, all the pain felt but cannot expressed is drowned in the falling water.
Then of course comes the ever magical rainbow,,,the seven colours of heaven lighting up on sky weaving an eternal tale of hope to find the gold at the end of the rainbow.
Words no doubt r a powerful tool but some feelings have to experienced to understand them perfectly and the getting drenched in the rains,becoming human again,becoming the kind of person without any care for the outer world is definitely one of them. Sometimes cheer, sometimes sinister, sometimes spelling out unspoken desire,that my dear is the majestic RAIN.

IPL:-THE MEGA EVENT

Cant help it, can we? Cricket runs like blood in our veins. So after all the hype, the hoopla, the glitz, the glamour, not to mention the hundreds of crores of rupees spent and gained, after all the excitement and blood rush finally the IPL ended today with the Rajasthan Royals winning the Trophy. And what a trophy it is,,,made of pure gold studded with diamonds ,rubies, yellow sapphires and what not. Quite easy to understand since it’s the most costly trophy in the world of sports. Now for the million dollar question what did we as viewers actually gain from IPL???
Apart from feuding with neighbours and friends over my team or urs( I know this very well coz I’ve been personally involved in a couple of them). Apart from finding the unnecessary controversies(read cheer leaders), apart from viewing our stars being auctioned off like commodities(cost of Dhoni,,,approx. 6.5 crores), apart from finding friends turn enemies(remember the Bhajji,Shreesanth slap game), apart from showing the clout of bigwigs in terms of franchisee(ppl who don’t even know C of cricket owning their teams), apart from accusations and allegations(Mallya-Dravid-Charu Sharma), apart from etching regionalism in minds of citizens(somewhat like the promotion ads), apart from having a nagging doubt of situations when rivals here meet team mates in the dressing room of the Indian National team, apart from fear of ego clashes what exactly has IPL given us?
Quite a lot…………… it has given us a preview of fresh talents in form of M.S.Gony, Asnodkar, Abhishek Nair, Yusuf Pathan etc.(To be specific I wanted to mention Gony here,,,,I think hez sooo HOT)It has revived the memories of some old forgotten favourites (Parthiv Patel, L Balaji). It has given a new meaning to word excitement. It has brought out exceptional leadership qualities of many players.
It has given something for crazy cricket fans something to look forward every year. It has brought out best in players. It has held up the age old adage of UNDERDOG VICTORY true. It has helped bridging gaps between countries and help reviving friendship. It has given newcomers a chance of playing alongside the Gods of Cricket and learn from them.
It has seen our bowlers getting a well deserved hat trick of hat tricks( Balaji, Shukla and Mishra). To be precise IPL has taken the whole country by STORM and be sure its craze is just going to increase.
LOVE IPL or HATE IPL but u just can’t IGNORE IPL Psst….I wanted KNIGHT RIDERS to win but ……sigh.

WAKE UP CALL

By now it is been widely accepted a fact that India is a Land of Spirit. And by Spirit I don’t mean the ghosts residing on banyan trees. It’s the Spirit of the people that is seen after every calamity that strikes us, spirit to bounce back, to start from where we stopped and to build a new tomorrow. After all the calamities like tsunami, floods, earthquakes, accidents etc and now terrorism that struck us we as a nation have come out strong, we have proven that our Spirit won’t be conquered, we will successfully combat everything and resume our lives. No doubt, this is a very good sign but there is only one doubt nagging me “Why should We”. Why should we wait always for the disaster to strike , why should we bounce if we can prevent the fall in the first place. Why should we wait for something like Terror Tuesday to happen?
It’s easy to blame everything on the police force and government and crib about their lack of efficient work but what we have to remember is the fact that each of us is responsible about our own safety. In a country like our’s where population is bursting at seams its so difficult to check each and every person. We can surely help by being alert to our surroundings, by taking the trouble to actually watch our neigbours and neighbourhood , by being sensible enough to take responsibility in our hands and lastly by stopping the blame game and helping in times of trouble. Yet after all these catastrophe we haven’t learnt our lesson. Even now in trains and buses we find people oblivious to the surroundings sitting with the silly device called mobile earphones plugged in their ears not even bothering to see the person sitting right next to them and then at times dozing away to glory to extent of snoring like a one man orchestra.
Wake up people because if we don’t wake up now maybe we might not get an other chance at it.

Terror Tuesday

Yet another attack by the terrorists. The pink of city of Jaipur saw the colour red of blood flowing in from everywhere. This time surprisingly it was a lesser-known organization from Bangladesh that caused the 7 serial blasts in the state of Rajasthan. Talk about gratitude, its high time we stop acting soft on the unchecked entry of migrants in our country. India has its own share of problems caused due to ever expanding population we hardly need any new ones in form of immigrants. The very presence of stringent immigration laws of various countries is the proof of the fact that immigration of unwanted people is dangerous.
We do have our political parties screaming their lungs out about so called migration of people from other states into Maharashtra is causing trouble,,guess they forgot to check on the trouble coming in from neighbouring countries. Talk about the self proclaimed statement “Sons Of Soil”. I’d rather have another statement in their case.

Obsession

OBSESSION: The morbid persistence of an idea in one’s head.

The dictionary meaning of obsession does little justice to whole feeling present in this small word of 9 alphabets. Its a feeling so powerful that it consumes the whole of us, as far as I’m concerned I’m obsessed with a new thing every new day,but some obsessions have remained strong since I was a kid. The first one being the amazing madness for Theobroma cacao. For all the ignorant junta out there I meant the sinful “Chocolate” and I don’t mean the many brands of chocolate available diluting the taste of pure dark chocolate with their silly addition of milk, nuts, fruits and caramel. For me the dark chocolate does the trick. The way it slides down the tongue with a silky texture, it’s power to seduce the taste buds and intoxicating the mind with a lingering taste is ………pure BLISS.
Apart from chocolate another thing that controls me is the colour RED, I relate best with Red and I feel it describes me the best “SO COMMON YET THE MOST EYE-CATCHING” that’s RED. Never can I get enough of RED despite of having my half-inch long talons painted RED.a single lipstick of the cherry RED shade. A whole wardrobe of clothes coloured RED, a pair of RED shoes, RED bags,RED scarves and what not,seems quite that my blog also has a RED print,,, that reminds BLOOD is also RED.

Start Up

I’m asking myself even now, "Why on earth am I writing this blog? Considering my deeply etched laziness and a regular habit of developing new fads; I don’t really know how long this newly found writing craze will last, but anyway I’ll enjoy while it lasts.
Its vacations now and I seriously don’t have anything better to do other than cramming my head with Agatha Christie and a hell lot of other crap which is never of any use to me other than helping me gab away to glory. That is when I’m not in front of the mirror admiring my image. Considering the alternatives, this seems a better way of wasting time.