Saturday, November 29, 2008

Log gusse main bomb nahi banate

Bas, hawa hi bhari hai golo main,

sui chubh jaye to pichak jaye

gusse main bomb nahi banate

Gulzar one my favourites, cannot be more true as he says it may be fun, when we play with balloons and mistakingly blow it up. But it takes a calm, thoughtful mind to make a bomb. People can't be let gone, by saying we were brain washed or under anger seige, when we did this disasterous action. Log gusse main bomb nahi banate.

Monday, November 24, 2008

The king and the little man

There was an Old country,
with mountains and mists, rivers and valleys, woodlands and orchards, birds and beasts,
and people.

And it has a king, But who is a king?
A king is a man. Only an over-built man.
And he had a throne.
What is a throne?
A throne is a chair.
Only an over-wrought chair.

The king put his throne on a high place and sat on it when he came before the people.
That made him look bigger than others.
He wore silks and gems, crowns and diadems.
He carried swords and spears, bows and arrows.
This made him look grand.

Though a little like and over loaded camel.

But people were impressed. There was no such person here they lived.
Even in their circuses and operas.
This as a real king.
And this pleased the king to know.
For the kings want others to think about them. Always.

And in the same country was another man.
A small man like other small men.

But he has a bright eye, a keen mind and a sweet tongue.
And while most people talked about themselves,
he talked about other things.

Like the snows on the mountains
or butterflies in the morning sun, or the star shine at midnight.

And he sang songs about them.
That came to people as a breath of fresh air.
Leading them to see a little further than themselves.
Leading them to feel they were part of a larger world.

One Sunday morning , as her often did, the king held a court in the open ground.
outside his palace. And the whole country came to see him, including the little man.
The day was beautiful. The sky was the deepest blue.
And a white cloud floated in the middle of it like a dream boat.

At the fixed hour, The king's drums rolled and the king's bugles blew.
And the king glittered in his diadems.
But a soft ind rose along the grass.
It blew on the people's backs and up into the skies.

And the white cloud moved.
"look", said the little man. And everyone turned around and gasped.

The cloud went by. And the snow peaks came into view.
"Oh", said everyone with his eyes on the snow peaks.
No one would look at the king.
The king felt crest fallen. and he left in a huff.

The courtiers tried to pacify him.
all days will not be as fair as today, your Majesty, they said.
But he was not satisfied. Their advice as no advice.
He had to have a queen . From across the frontier.

Whom he could consult insecret.
So came the queen. But who is a queen?
A queen is a woman.
Only an over-dressed woman.
She is padded and pearled. She is painted and manicured.
But she was clever. The king told her his fears.
Dont bother, my dear, she said. I know the answers.
After all, have studied in the Harvard Business School.

And she knew.
It is'nt enough today for kings to hold court.
Those bugle notes do not cross a field.
And all that fold and glitter is lost at twenty yards.

still writing...........

Friday, November 21, 2008

most said hindi dialogues

*yeh haath mujhe dede thakur - sholay
*nach nach basanti nach
*raj, naam to suna hoga
*kitne aadmi the
*woh do aur tum teen, phir bhi khaali haath
aadmi teen aur goli do, badi nainsafi hai
*chutki bhar sindoor ki kimat tum kya jano ramesh babu.
*chod de mujhe kamine, tere ghar main ma, behen nahi hai kya.
*chal dhanno, aaj teri basanti ke ijjat ka sawal hai
*Tum ne aisa soch bhi kaise liya

apka kya khaya hai, kuch yaad aa raha hai kya..............

Friday, November 7, 2008


Came across this new way of shopping.

from comment to post

"Man is least himself when he talks in his ownperson. Give him a mask, andhe will tell you the truth." OscarWilde

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Re-design too makes a difference

re writing "about couples"

hmm hallabol has very much put my writing the word "tolerating" in a very correct 1920's manner. But may be i should explain "tolerating" in Y2K's manner. I agree couples remain together not thinking that they are tolerating each other. That they like each other and thats why they are spending time. It's not deletentely that one is doing it, but there are many other people whom you are not forced to be with.

The fact is that we like to be with a lot of people, but there are few that we choose to be with for longer time. Every body is full of Err, but there are few whose err you choose to overlook and not everybody elses. Why? We give a lot of name, Like, love, friendship, companionship, wavelength matching,etc. I say we choose to tolerate in a positive way, few people. In the process, overlooking major faults which we may otherwise not tolerate. We may call it Love, but that too is a feeling, a state of mind. And you would agree it changes with time, fades or positively for many remains for lifetime. So when Love fades, tolerating comes, one may take it positively or negatively.

I'll write something which i had read once and i may be contradicting myself. But i think thats a point of view which thoughtfully too holds true. And may be i've to still live up to it.

"You are holding — that may be the whole problem. You don’t trust life. Somewhere deep down there is a mistrust of life, as if, if you don’t control them, things will go wrong and that if you remain in control only then can things go right; you have to always deliberately manage things. Maybe your childhood conditioning has helped in that way. That has done much damage, because when a person starts managing everything, his life is lived at the minimum. Otherwise life is wild.
It is as wild as these clouds, and this rain and this breeze and these trees and the sky. It is wild — and you have cut your wild part out completely. You are afraid of it — that’s why you don’t open as much as you can. "

Life at times is contradiction too. We all want to live wild and free. May be its our conditioning or its just us, that we restrict ourselves from living wild. If one gets to think, restriction and living freely is both necessary. I know i'm diverting from the topic. But think about it.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Devils advocate

Shobha de a name in literature, definitely one want to give a ear to what shes saying... but here i would'nt want her to take a stand on one side, but not be politically correct.

you've lost the plot

Rajdeep Sardesai (Editor-in-Chief, IBN Network)


" My dear Raj,My apologies for having to communicate through the editorial pages of a newspaper, but frankly I am left with little choice since you seem to have decided to stay away from the so-called 'national' non-Marathi media. At the very outset, let me say that I am impressed with the manner in which you have carved a niche in Maharashtra' s political landscape. I remember meeting you after the Mumbai municipal corporation elections in February last year. It wasn't the best of times for you: your party, the Maharashtra Navnirman Sena was marginalised, while your cousin Uddhav Thackeray and the Shiv Sena had captured power in the city. With many of your supporters deserting you, you appeared down, if not quite out. Twenty months later, I see you've bounced back: local and national dailies have you on the front page, you are the subject of TV debates and your politics has even united Bihar's warring netas.
And yet, my friend, there is a thin line between fame and notoriety, more so in the fickle world of politics. Bashing north Indian students may grab the headlines, getting arrested may even get you sympathy and strident rhetoric will always have a constituency, but will they be enough to secure your ultimate dream of succeeding your uncle Bal Thackeray as the flagbearer of Marathi asmita (pride)?If Balasaheb in the 1960s rose to prominence by targeting the south Indian "lungiwala", you have made the north Indian "bhaiyya" the new 'enemy'. In the 1960s, the Maharashtrian middle-class in Mumbai was feeling the pressure of competition for white-collar clerical jobs. Today, it seems that there is a similar sense of frustration at losing out economically and culturally to other social groups in Mumbai's endless battle for scarce resources. With the Congress and the NCP having become the real estate agents of the state's rural-urban bourgeoisie and the Shiv Sena a pale shadow of its original avatar, the space has been created for a charismatic leader to emerge as a rabble-rouser espousing the sons of the soil platform.But Raj, I must remind you that electoral politics is very different from street agitations. Sure, the round-the-clock coverage of taxis being stoned and buses burnt will get you instant recognition. Yes, your name may inspire fear like your uncle's once did. And perhaps there will always be a core group of lumpen youth who will be ready to do your bidding. But how much of this will translate into votes? Identity politics based on hatred and violence is subject to the law of diminishing returns, especially in a city like Mumbai, the ultimate melting pot of commerce. Your cousin Uddhav tried a 'Mee Mumbaikar' campaign a few years ago. It was far more inclusive, but yet was interpreted as being anti-migrant. The result was that the Shiv Sena lost the 2004 elections — Lok Sabha and assembly — in its original citadel of Mumbai. Some statistics suggest that one in every four Mumbaikars is now a migrant from UP or Bihar. Can any political party afford to
alienate such a large constituency in highly competitive elections?Maybe, you are not even looking at winning seats at the moment, but staking claim to the Sena legacy in a post-Bal Thackeray scenario. Perhaps, that's exactly what the ruling Congress-NCP combine in Maharashtra wants: like a market leader who gets competing brands to crush each other, the Congress-NCP leadership seems to be practising divide and rule politics once again. They did it with Balasaheb and the communists in the 1960s, with Bhindranwale and the Akalis in the 1980s, even with the Kashmir Valley politicians in the 1990s. A larger-than- life Raj Thackeray suits the ruling arrangement in the state because it could erode its principal rival, the Shiv Sena's support base. It's a dangerous game, but often when politicians run out of ideas, they prefer to play with fire.. It's a fire that could leave Mumbai scarred for life.Now, before you see my writings as the outpourings of an anglicised non-resident Maharashtrian, let me just say that like you, I too am proud of my roots. I too, would like to see the cultural identity of Maharashtrians preserved and the economic well-being of the community assured. Where we differ is that I am a citizen of the Republic of India first, a proud Goan-Maharashtrian later.. Fourteen years ago, I left Mumbai for Delhi to seek professional growth and was fortunate to be embraced by the Capital. Like millions of Indians, I too am a migrant and a beneficiary of a nation whose borders don't stop at state checkpoints.Moreover, I cannot accept that 'goondaism' is the way forward for forging a robust Maharashtrian identity. By vandalising a shop or stoning a taxi, what kind of mindless regional chauvinism are we promoting? Taking away the livelihood of a poor taxi driver or beating up some defenceless Bihari students reflects a fake machismo that is no answer to what ails Maharashtrian society today. The Maharashtra we are all proud off was inspired by the progressive ideals of the Bhakti movement, by a Shahu-Phule- Ambedkar legacy of social reform. Are we going to dismantle that legacy under the weight of hate politics?
When you started the MNS a few years ago, it had been pitched as a party committed to a 'modern' Maharashtra. If that vision still stands, why don't you take it forward in real terms? Why don't you, for example, set up vocational courses and technical institutes for young Maharashtrians to make them competitive in the job market? If cultural identity is such a concern, why not launch a statewide campaign to promote Marathi art, theatre and cinema by financially supporting such ventures?If Mumbai's collapsing infrastructure worries you, then target the politician-builder nexus first. And isn't it also time we realised that Mumbai is not Maharashtra, that the long suffering Vidarbha and Marathwada farmer needs urgent attention? Why not use your political and financial muscle to start projects in rural Maharashtra instead of focusing your energies on Mumbai's bright lights alone? An employment generation scheme in a Jalna or a Gadchiroli may not make the front pages, but it will have far greater value for securing Maharashtra' s future.

Jai Hind, Jai Maharashtra!

"Rajdeep Sardesai

(Editor-in-Chief, IBN Network)

Hindustan Times / October 30, 2008

Sunday, November 2, 2008

country roads

"It is a kind of nowhere, famous for nothing at all and has an appeal because of just that."