Tuesday 20 January 2009

‘I’ for India




10 am 25th November 2008

Anne was on a call helping some customer with some amendments.
Shan (Shanmuga) was watching her carefully as he newly joined the call centre. Shan came to UK like his other friends who had dollar dreams. He recently joined a call centre to support his living, till he finds a good job in recession struck economy.

Anne was almost done with her customer transaction and was giving a reference code to the customer.
“Ur reference code is SIS, I repeat S for Sugar, I for India and again S for Sugar“

Shan felt very happy and proud after listening to “I for India” from a Brit.

Shan is in UK almost for two and half years, and has realised that Indians are reputed more than what he had heard and assumed.
He has realised Indians can feel any country as their home, as Indian brothers and sisters being omni present.
He has realised Indian take-aways are equally reputed as much as kitchen of Aldo Zilli here.
List will continue if I starting penning it down.
He no more cribs to be an Indian or to be a national of developing country. He confidently believes that his dreams can be pursued in some others land and his nationality going to support it.


I for India - are the random thoughts which come and goes off in my mind at least once in a Day after the Mumbai massacre.
Sadly I’m not an exception to most of Indians, in thinking of doing something good for my country but the thoughts do not manifest itself into actions due to eventual decay of the will to put it into action. The reality being that there is a wide gap between thinking of doing something and executing it.

Almost 2 months are completed after the 2008 Mumbai attacks and life in Mumbai was back to normal from the very first day after the sanity operations are completed. Whatever you may want to call it – “Spirit of Mumbai” or “Struggle for survival” but the buzz of the city is alive and well!

Year 2008 was riddled with series of bloody terror attacks causing major damages to the brand ‘India’ globally, it even provoked the tensions of war between India and Pakistan but today everything seems to normal and there isn’t much anger or terror in anybody’s eyes.

Where does the problem lie?

I think the problem lies in the way I have defined my definitions

I, from the land of MK Gandhi, loves to make peace and keep peace. My definition of peace is, to swallow one’s own fear and terror. But others probably accept what Martin Luther king has said – “True peace is not merely the absence of tension: it is the presence of justice.”

I think the problem lies in my thinking- I feel proud to say that Independent India is now a Senior citizen, having completed 60 years; rather than feeling ashamed of the growing corruption, substandard politics and other shortcomings in my country.

I think the problem lies in me, who chose the government which is incapable of taking any decisions which benefits India in the long term.

I think the problem lies in me, who still holds divisive prejudices based on language, caste, economic status and so on, without overcoming it myself and change my countrymen in eradicating such biases.

I think the problem lies in me, who gets confused when he thinks about what he can do for his country.

I think the problem lies in me, who doesn’t think about making India a superpower, even if I think, I fail to bring it into action and sooner or later I forget.

I think the problem lies in me, I just feel happy to be an Indian and for India what it is today (Just like Shan) and never bothers to make and keep it gr8.

I think the problem lies in me; I’m obsessed towards my own personal fantasies, in which my country is seldom a part of it.

I think the problem lies in me, I always complain rather than perform.

Conclusion

What can I or should do for India??

“ “

(Blank again!!!!)


Discalimer:

These opinions are my own (may be influenced by many), and may vary with other’s opinion
The character Shan is truly fictional, apologies if it matches with any person dead or alive.


Monday 10 November 2008

Summer of '98 ...

Those were the days; we have just completed our class X. And most of our batch mates were deciding over which stream they need to opt. And our gang were out of all this mayhem as everybody was clear in their mind to opt for the Science stream and we all have decided to join the same college, just to repeat our prank games we have played in our high school….

As we all were waiting for results and having nothing to do in vacations, the biggest time pass was playing hard ball cricket, which used to gush our adrenaline high. Yeaah.. some times the game of cricket used to follow by the some more excitements like roaming the city in Luna (A 50cc moped) which always used to have less than 20 rupees petrol in its tank and four guys over it who all had 5-10 rupees in their pockets for disaster management (to bribe police if got caught or for petrol), or it might be a swimming in the channel or a well, or it would be at least a discussions which used to start and end with no reasons and hogging in well known chat centres....

Wheeeew... I will be delighted even today, when I think about those days and make me sing

“Oh when I look back now
That was seemes to last forever
And if I had the choice
Ya - I'd always wanna be there

Those were the best days of my life.”

I know I’m boring you guys a lot now ... Okie... Now I wanna share one more event happened in this summer of '98, which I feel proud to share, our arteries do pump out when we friends sit and recall those memories, it is an event which I haven't told even to my parents, and always wanted to confess...

It is a trip to Goaaaa....

And the most amazing thing about this trip is a budget which was less than just £5 :)... my next trip to Goa was almost 10-20 times more in budget...and the expenses of trip we guys make now a days make me feel proud about that 400 bucks trip ... We all planned and concluded the plan our this low budget trip, just in a discussion after a game of cricket.. It was gang of seven who managed to get permissions from home, probably as we are only managed to succeed to deceive (convince) our parents ...We drafted the plan taking out atlas, during those days a must have stuff in our school bag .Then we concluded the pan putting our knowledge of geometry, geography together and came up with a plan...

and the plan was much simple; the scale showed Goa and Ganesh gudi are almost at a equal distance from Londa (a last train stop to reach Goa from Karnataka) ...Ganesh gudi was where one of our class mate Sandeep was staying, and Ganeshgudi was our operational HQ ...so we people who were good in calculation decided as even the fare might be almost safe which was around 30-40 rupees... this proved extremely costlier decision in the trip... we were not aware about projections at that time so cant blame the geeks who compelled us to agree to the stats.

So we all started on one Friday night from Davangere railway station to Londa.... as the budget for the Goa trip was just 400 rupees we took a second class train ticket and travelled whole night without a seat and some managed to sleep and sit in what ever the places we managed to get and then finally we reached Londa from there we took a bus to Panaji, Goa and ticket costed us bloody 130 and odd bucks indulging fear in all our minds as half of the tour budget got spent before reaching Goa itself !!!!... still we didn’t took our steps back just was heading with what ever the plans drafted and decided we will cut the trip by a day if its inevitable ....

and then after landing in Goa we just managed to 2 take a cottage near Calangute beach, to pay visit most of the beaches, n thanks to some economical hotel 'sparrow's nest' which was our eat out for all the three days in Goa ..And we managed to booz also one day ….

we finished a trip to Goaaa in just 400 rs :-)

How we managed?? How we succeeded in executing all the plans drafted!!! these questions always comes in our mind; but answer remains the same


Few require MBA, but we are born managers..... :-)

Sunday 29 June 2008

कोई लौटा दे वो प्यारे प्यारे दिन

      Now I'm spending the days which I have dreamt off ..2 b independent .. 2 b a proud son .. 2 b a caring brother.. 2 b needy friend ... All together 2 b more responsible ...N fulfilling and worthing those responsibilities.. Still these are my disheartened days !!! ... Which makes me contemplate is this what I have dreamt off ?? Did I lost my golden moments in architecting my future which was greener side on a farther hill den ??...



      Believe me till my class 6th I never read for my exams even as I had my schooling in my village and my school was not an exception 2 any other village schools ...no classes ...no teachers ... no need 2 carry books ..no need 2 study 4 xams burning the mid n8 oil ..xams used 2 b only once a year for the sake of celebrating the academic year completion :) n nyways r paper will not b evaluated ...But 2de m always stuck 2 my calendars chasing up the deadlines... I will be spending lot of time infront of computer I myself being lost ...I never compromised over my sleep during the study holidays but 2de i feel as i do carry 'D Work' also along with my mind and soul ...no wonder if m debuggin some code base even in my dreams.. N I dont want 2 label this as dedication ... Its just coz of the fact m a horse who started running in a race , n need 2 win 2 keep my identity !!!..N yeah only winning horse will be appreciated in this competitive world....wat a Crap ...N i know this life ends when dangling carrots stops xcites me ..bt is it a life !!!!!



      I will get my lost smile back when i think about the moments I cherished in my childhood ..those jovial days with frens ..those late n8 loose control drives ... those days where v as frens were united ... But 2 de meeting up frens itself requires lotz of nerves n efforts.. wat a pain !!! ... Y my life lost its colors ...Y I'm changing myself 2 make myself unhappy ...I dont want changes ..I want reformations, Changes 4 better or I just want those days back !!!! .... I just want to redefine my LIFE !!! .....



      Koi loutade mere woh bite hua din .... koi loutaade woh pyaare pyaare din ....