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Sunday, November 4, 2012

Dusshera - A Revisit

(All views in the following post are based on what I have heard and read from word of mouth. I have no evidence or any claim of the premise on which my assumptions are based).



An ugly looking female flirts with a man who she is not aware is married. The man is enraged by woman's gesture and chops off her nose. The woman crying goes to her brother and tells her the story. The brother is a big gun of his area, and seeks out to take revenge for her sister.  Instead of meeting the assaulter of his sister, he chances upon beautiful female who happens to be assailants sister in law. The revenge seeking brother, falls weak on his knees and kidnaps the beautiful female.He doesnt touch her or forces on her while in captivity. The woman's husband rescues his wife and kills the kidnapper and returns back home. The whole world praises wife rescuer and calls it victory of good over evil.

The husband and beautiful wife return home. But the washerman, doubts the wife's intention and plants suspicion in husband's mind. Husband abandons his wife forever.


 Does the story ring a bell? Yes, its our very own Ramayan, passed to us by generations.

The mighty Ravan, was a learned man. Very literate and pious. It was his sheer hardwork, that got him the greatness and make his kingdom, City of Gold (Sone ki lanka). He fell for Sita's beauty and kidnapped her. Kidnapping a married woman is wrong. He kept her imprisoned in his kingdom, until she had to become submissive to his wish. But Sita, the much faithful and devoting wife, stood guard of her devotion for her husband.Thus, Sita did not bend and Ravan never forced Sita, the learnt that he was, respected her dignity in that sense.

Ram or Lord Ram as we call, with entire force of his friends and pal, destroyed the entire Kingdom of Ravan, killed his brothers and killed him too.

The day is celebrated as Dusshera or victory of good over evil.

But before accepting his faithful wife, Lord Ram made Sita undergo the "fire test" or "Agnee Pareeksha" to testify her sanctity. Inspite of clearing that successfully, Ram abandoned her because his washerman had doubts on his own wife's sanctity.

Its such a pity, that only Sita witnessed the truth. But rest of the world never bought that, not even her own husband, for whom she underwent so much torcher and sacrificed so much.

Who is good now and who is evil? Sita never won but Lord Ram got branded as good.

Human History stands witness to a number of such events of past, where whenever a war or battle is won, the victorious is branded as good and the loser as evil. But the truth remains that it is never about good or evil, it is always about winner and loser. Ravan lost because of his own misdeeds but Lord Ram was no saint either. Sita on other hand was good but she was never winner.

So what do we learn from Ramayan? Maybe I havent witnessed it to understand it better or read it to absorb the true meaning, but for me, Dusshera is more of victory of winner over loser. The story thats passed on since generations definitely needs a revisit. 

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Her other side

She looks at the world
her lips dont speak a word
her eyes speak a thousand stories
that lie hidden inside her, untold - unheard.

Her heart is a harem
where mayhem does a belly dance
in the chaos and pandemonium that prevails
Calm, Composure, Clarity don't stand a chance.

Her mind seeks some closure
to the volcano bubbling behind the veil
Its her struggle to contain the bursting lava
that does not let her wounds heal.

Life isnt the same everyday
Nor it behaves as one yearns
Its the destiny that manifests itself
through the karmas that one earns.

The dark cold stone of her diety
gives her determination to keep strong
It inspires her to continue with her might
as time and tide dont stay so for long.

As night turns , she readies like a doll,
her customers come and she dons her smile
A clean innocent soul like her,
for the world she turns into Geisha, the vile.


Friday, April 6, 2012

His Girl

He looks at her with longing eyes. Her eyes seek him in the crowd. His mind takes him to the older times. The first time he held her hand, the times they spent togther. Her innocent eyes, with  worlds most beautiful smile. Their walks on sand filled beaches. The walks with her feet on his. The fun, the frolicking while playing hide and seek. Their fights and make ups soon after. Her undying trust on him. She knew with him around, nothing could ever go wrong. He was her world. The best moments of his life.

Today is her wedding. She is with a guy who came into her life much much after him, and yet he will be the with whom she spends rest of her life with. Its her Bidaai time, she seeks for him in the whole crowd. Her eyes meet his and like summer tempest, she gives him the worlds tightest hug .He kisses her forehead, "Daddy's little girl, so very small, how and when did you get so tall?"

Sunday, April 1, 2012

The Checklist


Day: Durga Ashtami, the eighth day of the Navratras.
Place:Mumbai, India

Anjali was sitting by the window-side, feeling quite low. Holding a piece of paper in either hands,  she gazed at the clouds in the sky with longing eyes.

Anjali was eldest amongst Mr Kapoor's three daughters. Life was never what she imagined for herself. As a kid, Anjali was always soft spoken , meek and shy girl. Being eldest, she was always under constant supervision of Mr and Mrs Kapoor. She had to be perfect example for her younger siblings and though she was most pampered one but life was extremely disciplined for her. She lived life by the rules that were laid out for her.Her decisions were taken by her family. Though she never hated that but she lived life by the checklist.

Checklist: Since childhood, Anjali learnt the art of disciplining herself by writing a checklist everytime. And this checklist was list of items, she had to complete -  a todo list.
1) Clear Cupboard
2) Finish homework
3) Produce a new jingle on piano
...


Piano: Anjali loved to play piano. Her piano teacher forecasted that she would become a great musician one day. But her educationist family looked at it as a hobby rather than a serious profession. And so at age of 14, shutting aside all her hobbies, she had to take to serious studies due to approaching board exams. Anjali knew she wouldnt excel in studies. A slight dyslexic by birth, studies wasnt her area of interest. But her checklist consisted of an item : get into engineeering college.


Engineering College: While Anjali was preparing for entrance exams, Mr. Kapoor took very ill. With fragile financial conditions, engg college was a distant dream now. With relatives flocking their household enquiring about Mr Kapoor's health, Anjali had to burn midnight oil in order to find time to study. As luck would have it,Anjali got into one of the govt aided engineering college having minimal fees. It was here in her engineering days, Anjali realised her love for event management during her college fests.

College Fests:College fests opened new doors for Anjali. Her interactions with different kinds of people made her add another item in her checklist: Public Speaking. Being shy and timid, this wasnt an easy thing for her. After getting mocked once for freezing on stage, Anjali vowed to get out of her fear. It was in such college fests, Anjali realised her love for planning and organising events. So she added another item in her checklist: Event Management.

Event Management: After engineering, Anjali started working for an engineering firm. She still had her unchecked items in checklist at back of her mind. Her firm would organise various employee welfare events and she volunteered for one of those events.

The Event: Anjali was given task of managing stage performances. She had to coordinate between comparers and performers. The daily rehearsals had made her memorise the entire sequence. On the event day, unfortunately one of the comparers took ill. As a last minute replacement, Anjali was asked to compare as she knew the entire sequence. On the stage, Anjali looked at the massive odd 1000 people crowd, she got numb, just when someone from behind nudged her and Anjali spoke her lines. The regular rehearsals had made her memorise the lines so well, that her voice was confident though her mind was entirely blank.The event went well. And the next day, Anjali got a mail in her office mail box from Entertainment Inc.

Entertainment Inc.:  Entertainment Inc, one the largest event management agencies of the country was co-organising the event. The VP of Entertainment Inc., happened to attended the event the previous day. He was quite impressed with Anjali's performance and asked her to meet him at their office over a cup of coffee, at 2pm on saturday.

2pm, Saturday: Anjali reached Entertainment Inc.'s office. The meeting turned quite a surprise for her as she was offered a post of Asst. to Event Director. Anjali could not believe her eyes. Her stupid checklist item about which she wasnt that serious, was coming true!! Anjali reached home ecstatic.

Home: The environment at home was quite opposite to what Anjali had witnessed at Entertainment Inc. Mr. Kapoor got the news that he would soon be jobless, as the company he worked for, unexpectedly planned to shut its operations following huge losses as result of global crisis. Now, Anjali was only earning member at her home. This also meant the entire household financial responsibilty was on her shoulders now on. The Asst Event Director job at Entertainment Inc wasnt as paying as her current one though it was something she always wanted to do.Stunned by the sudden turn of events, Anjali sat by the window side wondering.

Window Side: Anjali is stunned by the tumultous turn of events. A week ago, she took up the event thingy as a side task in her job, She ticked off  Public speaking from her checklist. She even got offer for a dream work she stupidly wrote in her checklist. She tries to assimilate things. Why did her fate show her the path that she dint had to follow? On one side lies her duty, on other side her own dreams in the form of her checklist. Her mind is clouded with questions for which she seeks answers. She chances at the photo of Maa Durga on her wall.
Maa Durga: Maa Durga is diety prayed by Hindus during Navratras. The Real Iron Lady, seated on a tiger, Maa Durga also called Astha Durga has eight hands. The fearless Goddess is a fighter with a sword in one hand and simultaneously a messenger of peace with shankh (conch) in another hand. Maa is a true example of multi tasker and a balancer. Anjali looks at the pic and sees Maa Durga smiling at her.Anjali gets her answer.

Answer: Anjali calls up Entertainment Inc and declines the full time offer with them. But for her own experince she volunteers to assist them on their events on weekends for free. Anjali rememebers Maa Durga and adds to her checklist, few more items- manage home, job and assignment with Entertainment Inc,. She then lets out a smile, This too shall pass..

Jai Mata Di!

The Great Raja

Yesterday while returning back home from office, the cabbie played a classic song on his cd player.The awesomeness of the song made me drool that I requested the driver to repeat the song, much to the irk of fellow passengers. It was probably the first time, I kept my headphones back into my purse and listened to the entire song wide eyed and wide eared, while rest of folks slept away in glory, ignorant of the pure awesomeness that was surrounding them.

Our brain has got two sides - the creative left and the analytical right. Music generally triggers the creative side of the brain, but this song, in my case triggered the analytical one. And so breaking the mysterious web that i have created here, the song was(including only the male singer lyrics- the chauvinist me ;))

***Drum roll***

Hey Eh........
Hmm Pehle Toh Kabhi Kabhi Gham Tha
Abb Toh Har Pal Hi Teri Yad Satatee Hai 
Pehle Toh Kabhi Kabhi Gham Tha
Abb Toh Har Pal Hi Teri Yad Rulatee Hai 
Pehle Toh Kabhi Kabhi Gham Tha
Magar Yeh Dard-E-Judayee Hai Har Ghadee Abb   

Mai Tujhse Kaise Kahu Yeh Bata
Ke Teri Yad Ke Sahare Jee Raha Hu 
Mai Tujhse Kaise Kahu Yeh Bata
Ke Gham Ke Aansuo Ko Khud Hi Pee Raha Hu 
Mai Tujhse Kaise Kahu Yeh Bata
Naa Mar Dale Teri Bewafayee Mujhko   

Ho Bata De Mujhko Bewafa Yeh
Mai Teri Rah Me Kab Tak Khada Rahunga 
Bata De Mujhko Bewafa Yeh
Mai Tere Dar Peh Yun Kab Tak Pada Rahunga 
Hmm Bata De Mujhko Bewafa Yeh
Tu Mujhko Kab Talak Aise Hi Rulayega 
Bata De Mujhko Bewafa Yeh
Tu Mujhko Kab Talak Apna Naa Banayega   

Hmm Ai Pagli Tu Kyon Ro Rahi Hai
Ke Gham Toh Mujhko Uthana Hai Judayee Kaa 


Ae Pagli Tu Kyon Ro Rahi Hai
Tere Liye Toh Sama Hai Yeh Shehnayee Kaa 
Ae Pagli Tu Kyon Ro Rahi Hai
Ke Gaon Chhodna Hai Mere Mukaddar Me 
Hmm, Ae Paglee Tu Kyon Ro Rahi Hai
Ke Umr Gujregee Abb Meree Yeh Safar Me  
And so the ANALYSIS goes like this: (Read it at your own risk)!!

PLOT: Sad Scene. Girl is getting married to someone else and guy is singing (as expected) a sad song in her memory.. SETTING: Picture a rain sequence. TWIST: The Guy, at times also sings on behalf of the girl (Refer the underlined parts of lyrics).

WRITER: The song writer is suffering from amnesia and deja vu simultaneously. As a result he gets a literary diarhhea. Every odd line gets repeated. Writer lets out all possible words and lines that he could ever write on girl getting married to someone else-bewafa sanam-udaas balma theme and put into this song. Thats one primary reason, even if u sleep in between the song, when you wake up, the song will still keep playing. Its a never ending saga of 10 - 15 miutes.

SINGER(MALE): He shares his initials with greatest musicians today (AR) - His Majesty, Qawaali King, Altaf Raja. Yes,yes,yes hes the one who sang the eternal epic song
Tum toh thehre Par-de-seeee,
saath kya nibhaa-o-gayyyyy....
 tu-tu-tung-tudung-tung 
Subah pehli..
tik-tik-tik-tik 
subh-ah pehli
tik-tik
 subh-ah pehli gaadi sayyyyyyy ,
ghar ko laut jao-gayyyy
tu-tu-tung-tudung-tung 
Tum toh is one of the hot favorites in any gathering like pinics, razzies farwell parties,etc.
Coming back to our current song,PTKK (Pehle Toh Kabhi kabhi), the lyrics though sad, His Majesty, Qawaali King Altaf Raja  doesnt sound sad at all. On second thoughts , why would he be, after all his girlfriend isnt getting married!  #greatThoughts. He successfully sings in same monotone, the entire infinite length of the song.

SINGER(FEMALE):  I am letting out a secret here. Shhhhh.. The songstress(no idea who) is a garba singer.(That explains her stamina to sing the marathon song). In off-season, she lends her voice to music videos a-la-T-Series. She was told that it is a duet and she has equal number of lines to sing along with His  Majesty, Qawaali King, Altaf Raja.(Checkout the original lyrics below with her lines are in red)

 He: Pehle Toh Kabhi Kabhi Gham Tha
She: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaaaa
He: Abb Toh Har Pal Hi Teri Yad Satatee Hai  
She: Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-oooo-ooooo-ooooo
He: Abb Toh Har Pal Hi Teri Yad Rulatee Hai 
She: Hmmmmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm  

VIDEO: Unfortunately, I never got the privlege of watching the video. Sigh! Ill youtube tonight, maybe!

That ends my analysis.

Verdict: Yes, office work exhausts my think-tank and so I am off to another great song by His Majesty, Great Qawaal, AR Ishq aur Pyaar ka, mazaa lee jiyeee, thoda intezaar  ka mazaa leejiye..



Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Banter

Place: My Home
Time: Morning

I am in my bedroom, busy ransacking my bag for finding some left over chocolate or any such junk food item. Mum is in kitchen amd hears ruffling from my bedroom.

Mom: Kya kar rahi ho?
Me: Mummy bas puja kar rahi hoon.
Mom(surprised): Puja?? Bedroom mein kounsi puja hoti hai? (Our temple is in visiting room,far far away from my bedroom)
Me: Pait Puja!!

***Stunning Silence***

Maid: Badi Baby badi Komdi hai..
Me: Yeahhh, I am a hot chick..
Mom: kaw-main-dee (comedy)!!

***Stunning Silence Again***

Monday, March 19, 2012

PS: I Love you.

It seems like yesterday, when in one of our talk sessions we discovered how much we love to talk. It was first time in our life when we shared our deep thoughts and feelings. You told me about your childhood and growing up days. We felt so close and became the bestest pals. Though we never expressed our love for each other, both knew the unspoken words existed on both sides. But you know, heart is the mirror of soul and soon everyone knew about my feelings for you.

Time flew and we got closer and closer to each other. A glimpse of you from far would make me smile and I would come running to you and wrap my arms around you. Everyday, I would look forward to tell you how my day went by while you would wait for me and tell yours. Then there would be rounds of laughter and few guidances on what could have been done. The hours would pass by in minutes..

With passing time, I made new friends and now my life was not just two of us, but there were many. Though our talks reduced yet our presence in each others life was always there. Slowly we were reduced to just exchanging pleasantaries whenever we met. I dont know how you passed your time but I myself got very engrossed in new found friends, work and people around. And whenever, we met, we spoke of others and exchanged info. No frolicking laughter, no pulling legs but at times random fights.

Theres a saying, A man, no matter whomever he talks to whole day long or whereever he goes, when alone, always thinks about someone he loves truly. And yes, no matter how much distant we became in these years, yesterday when i was all alone, I came to you. You were alone too and made me sit opposite you facing you as you wanted to see me clearly.

We talked just like our old times. And in back of my mind, our old memories deja vu'd.  I confessed, how lonely I felt, with moist eyes. You could not bear my moist eyes and gave me a big hug. Thats when as if the balloon bursted, I bursted out. I now knew, what i was missing all this time. You kept your hand on my head and prayed things will turn right, its just passing phase. You assured that you are there for me and believe me that was only thing I needed the most that time.

We might have grown apart as different individuals but even now, you can understand me much better than anyone else and I m glad, I still can listen to your unspoken words. We are made for each other and thats true.

Two different people we may be,
But truth is I m part of thee
I might never explicitly say
when on your lap, i lay,
just read my eyes and take the clue
 I love you Maa.. I love you..

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Happiness

Hapiness is an illusion. It is a mirage in desert of life. We all keep chasing it.

Happiness is state of mind. The way we train our mind, is the way the mind manifests its feelings -  be it happiness or sorrow. Expectation is the main culprit here. All the feelings we face arise from expectations we brew in our minds for all situations. Consider this: You have just given an exam and you surely "expect" to fail. The results day as expected you fail. You dont feel sad though you are disappointed.Why? coz you expected it. On the other hand if u expected to pass,youll be heart broken and sad at the failure.

Happiness is like a butterfly, we chase it all our lives and when we stop chasing, it comes and sits on us, seducing us to chase it more..


PS: I plan to complete this post someday.. Should make intresting read..