tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238047132024-03-06T20:27:20.584-08:00Feelings-heartfeltFeelings, what else?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652066976199841053noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23804713.post-11656686223091279462014-01-29T09:38:00.002-08:002014-01-29T09:38:28.174-08:00Find happiness .. right now<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Every bite of your favorite sandwich ... every sip of a sexy drink ..
every minute of a calm sleep .. every laughter while watching your fav
sitcom .. each of them count .. these are what happiness is.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652066976199841053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23804713.post-83283922700175415732014-01-04T22:28:00.001-08:002014-01-04T22:28:09.720-08:00What I would want to teach a kid<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent">If I were to teach a kid, I would teach him or her beyond maths, science or geography. I would teach her how</span></span><br /><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent"></span></span><ul style="text-align: left;">
<li><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent"> to introduce herself confidently to others</span></span><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent"> </span></span></li>
<li><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent"> to speak on public forums</span></span></li>
<li><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent"> to market her ideas and her positive qualities assertively</span></span></li>
<li><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent"> to develop one passion and follow it whenever possible beyond studies</span></span></li>
<li><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent"> politics affects our lives, hence follow it and understand it clearly</span></span><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent"></span></span><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent"> </span></span></li>
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<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent">I hope these subjects become a part of primary education if they have not already.</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652066976199841053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23804713.post-88844773150345184172013-11-10T10:28:00.000-08:002013-11-10T10:28:09.735-08:00Menu for a multi-cuisine "Game of Thrones - Family Restaurant and Bar":<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: purple;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3,"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent"><span style="color: orange;">Appetizers: </span><br /> • Daenerys potato wedges - served with Dragon Sauce<br /> • Stark clear white soup (Add Rs 40 for extra "Red" version)<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> <br /><span style="color: orange;"> Main Course:</span><br /> • Grejoy Soft Noodles<br /> • Tyrion Mini-meals – Andhra Style<br /> • Varys tender meat (“bone”-less)<br /> • Sansa Finger chips (extra thin)<br /> • Robb Steak (A Northern delight)<br /> • Cercei American Chopsuey (Extra Spicy)<br /> • Joffrey seekh Kebab – Taste of Westeros <br /> <br /><span style="color: orange;"> Restaurant Specialties: </span><br /> • Lannister 65 <br /> <br /> <span style="color: orange;">Desserts:</span><br /> • Jon Snow badami kulfi<br /> • Sir Jam Jam Jamie guava jam – Served with milk bread and raisins<br /> <br /><span style="color: orange;"> Mocktails</span><br /> • Dragon fire on the moon of Qarth<br /> • Sunshine on seven kingdoms<br /> • Bael”ishh”</span></span></span></span></h5>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652066976199841053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23804713.post-72049336847032352442012-04-17T08:29:00.001-07:002012-04-17T08:29:19.443-07:00Platinum Day of Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The day I first tasted Dominoz's Deluxe Veggie pizza I fell
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One day as I was preparing to order food from a local restaurant I
received an SMS from Dominoz. It took me 10 secs to open it. Call it the slow
OS of my old nokia phone, or my excitement, I don't know. It said "Order
any medium size pizza and get garlic bread and cheese dip free, declare coupon
code EMAIL09 upon ordering". I just couldn’t stop myself. That was my
platinum day of love. It’s been two years and I’ve been ordering Deluxe Veggie
regularly. I don’t have that SMS now but the keep on sending more such SMSs.</div>
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652066976199841053noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23804713.post-28870786075058225462011-03-16T22:36:00.000-07:002011-03-25T11:07:50.283-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b><span style="line-height: 115%; ">The Only Sin</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">On a windy morning when the sun shines bright, you get ready for office and walk towards the bus stop, oh such a nice day it is. You are walking by the road on the pavement and suddenly a guy on a cycle passes by and spits the reddish contents of his mouth on your trousers and wheezes away. Your get all angry and scream on him but he’s gone. Your clothes stained and wet and dirty, your mood is sullen and anger is building inside you; what a start to the day you say. What that cycle guy did to you, is that abuse? Can you possibly classify that as abuse? Yes, but a very mild one, perhaps done inadvertently and yet it feels so filthy, bad and leaves you in such a bad taste. But you as a mature and smart adult, that you are, will cajole yourself and forget it in sometime. You will reason out with yourself on whys and hows of it and come up with a plausible explanation that will calm you down. Now magnify this abuse a million times and I’m afraid you still won’t be able to compare it to anguish, fear and pain that a child abuse victim experiences. Not under-estimating capabilities of a kid’s mind, children too know how to reason with themselves. Which is why, when they are correctively yet mildly made aware of their mistakes they do feel bad about it but slowly reason it out with themselves and get calm very soon. <span> </span>But the behaviors a kid’s mind can never reason out with are strong scolding, bad thrashings and the worst of all, a sexual abuse. Sexual abuse scars kids’ mind forever because they simply don’t understand why it happened to them, infact they don’t even understand exactly what is happening to them. It fills them not only with pain and fear, but also guilt, for they consider themselves as at fault for what’s happened to them. Such abuse during childhood deeply scars an individual and leads to so many complex situations for the victim even during later years. Worst thing with child sexual abuse is that in some of the cases it becomes recursive; where the victim when grows up turns into an abuser himself or herself, there by creating more such life-chains of negativity, abuse and ruined individualities. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Sin<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">Let’s talk of a hypothetical world which can be as practical as it is allowed to be; a world without any morals, any laws and any ethics what so ever. And if you are asked to decide one law that shall govern all the populace of this world, one statement which would define all ethics, morals, values, all good and bad, what would it be? A sensible and logical generalization would be “You shall not hurt anyone in anyway.” Very ideal you say, very impractical in a way. Yes. But hurting someone, abusing someone is the only sin you can commit. And a kid, who is like flower, like a plain white piece of cloth, like pure water falling from zenith of its source, untainted, unstained, gullible and weak everywhere in mind and body; hurting such a sweet creation of our nature, I believe is the greatest wrong one could ever do. One may not believe in God or religion or any ethics and morals, but if you consider yourself a human being you do believe in humanity and you then know that abusing a kid in any way is the greatest sin.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Solution<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">A solution is only to a problem, right? And yes CSA is a problem which is corroding our young ones and demeaning the base of our very society which eventually will further decimate the health of our so called civilization. What’s the solution? An ideal answer is don’t view the fight against CSA as a solution, but as a way of life, fight it at every nook and corner of your life, educate and empower your kids about bad touch and bad people. But to practically implement this we need a practical way, we need to make a start, which is SPEAK. No that is no fancy acronym I am going to expand here. It’s the simple word ‘speak’. How-ever bygone it may sound but parents in India are still shy or wary or ignorant to talk to their kids about sex, about sexual abuse. Yes we are supposedly conservative, but at what cost? At the cost of our kid’s physical and mental health, perhaps our kid’s whole life? <b><i>Speak</i></b> to your kids about Child Sexual abuse, encourage them to <b><i>speak</i></b> out if they even sense wrong intentions and most importantly don’t be embarrassed to confront and <b><i>speak</i></b> out to an individual, WHOEVER HE OR SHE IS, if your kid hints about him or her. A few words spoken at right time can prevent your kid from heinous treatment at hands of abusers, just a few words of courage, confidence and affection can provide your kid with a healthy environment and well being, which he or she very well deserves. Just SPEAK.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: medium; "><a href="http://csaawarenessmonth.wordpress.com/" target="blank"><img src="http://csaawarenessmonth.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/csa-logo.jpg" alt="" /></a></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652066976199841053noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23804713.post-85275890365010749112010-10-13T03:53:00.000-07:002011-03-16T22:59:23.603-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Entertainment or News: </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Newsotainment</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I have always believed that Aaj Tak and India TV are unique experiments in the field of Indian electronic media. They over these years have transformed themselves from news channels to entertainment (perhaps cartoon) channels.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJc8yBMIFCvAOC8RFzMyRAGvdeca5euRbP5j1CrsXV_jhAKdZqMBVxFjwFlchWA5rL1XM9snROa4Gufol4YZ3bDqKn86beF7cifqstVU5VD4UvoshBn785uw-zgI_KnBw4SvyB/s1600/alien-300x225.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJc8yBMIFCvAOC8RFzMyRAGvdeca5euRbP5j1CrsXV_jhAKdZqMBVxFjwFlchWA5rL1XM9snROa4Gufol4YZ3bDqKn86beF7cifqstVU5VD4UvoshBn785uw-zgI_KnBw4SvyB/s320/alien-300x225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527484798799864354" border="0" /></a></span><span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br />"Dhoni ki Saloni", </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">"Baagh-baaghin ka pyaar",</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> "Woh tha sabse alag", </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">"Chudail maange pyaaz"</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">such have been their previous news stories.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Their news stories are mostly a writer's imagination of what can happen and those of them which come close to genuineness comprise of basic facts at best. They are 90% percent of an entertainment channel and 10% of a news channel, which in itself is a very intelligent strategy. They pretend that they are serving news to people, but in the guise of that they are entertaining people, which keeps their investment in reporters, journalists and other reporting resources minimal, but at the same time provides them a nice audience and good TRPs and hence nice advertising revenues. Pretty good business model, no?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652066976199841053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23804713.post-6954608744930437802009-02-27T08:45:00.000-08:002009-02-27T08:49:30.796-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >You can die!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">You can die, very well die. You can be killed. In a busy market, while watching a cricket match in a stadium, while in a crowded bus. Its truth, just think of it, it’s very much possible. There is no pattern, no type, class or religion to income group as regards to people getting killed. They just got killed. Yes you might be earning well, you might preparing for some special exam, you might taking a course in some college, you are about to be married or you might be settled with kids. You might have many future aspirations. But what if you or some loved one of yours gets killed. What if you or your loved one gets amputated, blinded, handicapped for life?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">These questions might seem to you as the ones that arouse bad and sad feelings in you, but it is a reality that you or your loved one can very well die any coming day, in a terror attack. All your plans for a good life, all your thoughts for a bright future for yourself or/and your loved ones, will be gone. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">What are you going to do? Stop going to busy markets or stop travelling in crowded buses, can you afford that? Yes a little amount of cowardice is required.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">You can say, what can we do, we are helpless, we cannot take a gun and go on roads. You can sit and watch TV, surfing through news channels and watching politicians and news presenters saying all sorts of things.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">You can surf internet and read news, so as to what was the progress in ongoing terrorist investigation.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Don’t blame politicians please, they invest so much money to win, should they not be corrupt to recover the money? Some of us go to vote for money, some of us for false ideologies (bhai hum toh is party ke janamjaat supporter hain, ya hum toh us party ko hi vote karte hain), some of us vote for caste, some for religion, and most of us do not vote. Sorry to those few, who vote for genuine reasons, Sorry guys, you are a minority. With such a voting distribution, what do you want from politicians? Development, security? When our intent is not correct, how will we choose leaders with correct intent.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Now you are going to ask, Mr. Writer, you write so much, what is a solution, should we go on roads and protest, make politicians responsible and all that. NO, do not think about that at first.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">There is just one thing you can do, just pledge, just swear on your loved one’s name, just swear on whoever/whatever you cherish the most, that is YOU WILL NEVER FORGET THIS TERRORIST ATTACK AS IF YOUR SOME LOVED ONE RELLY LOST HIS/HER LIFE, if you could just do this, just remember how we were humiliated on 26 November of 2008, how some animals came and killed some of us and went, not because we are incapable in any way, but because we forget that there was a attack before, and not long ago.</span><br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652066976199841053noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23804713.post-52850652830516841752008-02-15T15:37:00.000-08:002008-02-15T15:40:11.034-08:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Kid</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">"Kuchiku"- i say to the small kid sitting next to me, her eyes broaden as she continously looks at me. Her small fragile hand tries to reach my cheek. Very curious she is, as all kids are. This curiosity is so absurd, absolutely like breathing process is.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652066976199841053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23804713.post-44643274140701421652008-02-15T15:35:00.000-08:002008-02-15T15:37:08.219-08:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't know</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">You tried to figure out,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">everything that is mixed should be seperated and seperated should be made even to smoothen the surface...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">got a lot satisfied or not?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">never you say</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">and never you may</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">say that 'never say never'</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">but forever you glide on the retrospective sheets</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">you childish imagination peeps </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">through the time shadow, shades of the time to come</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">you always see the past...the light giving you knowledge takes time too...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">and its only a matter of time before you will know what mattered was nothing but time only.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652066976199841053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23804713.post-49862440759291083832007-04-03T05:51:00.000-07:002007-08-21T00:27:50.822-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >Controlling or Controlled</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">When i try to reach answers to questions, i find a lot of biases. These biases mislead me a lot of times. When tracked to their source, these biases lead to my emotions, which are revealed in a subtle way.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Emotions</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Emotions are there. They cannot be curbed, but the fact remains that they play many wise games with us.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Emotions hide themselves behind our ethics, they work under our actions, they work for their own selfish purpose and determine our future.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">But then these emotions are none other then ourselves only. Then, are we controlling or are we controlled by our emotions, is the two way junction for us. And for sure the former enjoys always, but barring a few exceptions, we all the time remain in the latter state; "the controlled".</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652066976199841053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23804713.post-1151934335836362872006-07-03T06:08:00.000-07:002007-07-17T02:07:22.071-07:00<div align="justify"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Absurd reasoning : Absurd of B.R.C.A. </span><br /></span>(Based on Albert Camus´ notion of Absurd)<br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">´´What you feel in replication to your emotions are they themselves. ´´</span><br /><br />If we scrutinize and study a little into depths we find that absurd in existentialist philosophy has its meanings, favourisms and rejections, and i find Albert Camus´ idea of absurd as most apropos to the situation. But the flow of the river is still not that easy to follow, as in context of RCA the things fold their own way, which pertinently requires that, the way we experience things needs to be revisited and retold yet we accept that the the basic texture of their clothes remains the same, despite a lot of literary dyes being applied.<br /><br />Any reason regardless of fact to which it belongs, needs food on which it burgeons and hence entails us to think with and sometimes beyond logic, thus performing an analysis and giving conclusions. Reasons to analyze this absurd of RCA are the reasons not very uncommon to all of us. They follow the unkown, sudden and irrational feelings of frustration, confusion and dissatisfaction, which encircle all of us, sometime or the other, during and after an event regardless of the performance and regardless of the result!<br /><br />Let us not deviate more and more and instead arrive straight to the business. All events, their announcement, preperation, competition, performance, and aftereffects, i.e. the whole meat in the kernel, makes us to go through a very different experience. Think why the non-comps are favourites among the masses, and i am assured the prizes are not the only reason. This competition, i have realised is the necessary evil, and its fecundity is at par with the pain it can impart to the souls. Sans competition, sans quality of RCA, but like the side effects of a medicine the pain is always there. Yes everybody feels the pain, some with a smile, some with curbed hatred. The agony during the whole process, the urge to win, the urge to be a best, the urge to put up a nice show, or even the urge to give in to the complusion of sending an entry in the event, all these demand with time and energy, a lot of pain and blood, either you take pains while preparing, or in performance, or both times, but that needle cannot be just left in the corner, it hits you again and again, each day, each minute. All these events which exchange a lot of pain with us make us to realise the very absurdity of them and of this RCA.<br /><br />A genuine scenario at many occasions, when u r going back to the practice session after a break, and u see a guy filling water bottles at hostel tap at 9.30 PM, you imagine, he will go and sleep afterwards or may be study a little and sleep but definitly within an hour, or on other hand he may go and watch a movie he has just downloaded from DC, or he would just spend the time talking, that is, the whole night is at his own disposal whereas you dont even know when you will get to see the bed, but you are always sure definitly not before 3.00 AM. and especially when in first year you never even have iota of an idea. And you know he will get up in the morning, will take a bath, get ready while whistling, take his breakfast in mess, read a newspaper in common room and will go to institute in the bus and you might or for sure bunk the morning, getting up at 1.30 or 2.00 missing lunch, going to sassi or ordering food from outside, and while having that food you will then discuss how like the past 5 days, today you have again missed the morning and maybe the first class of the afternoon, and the same will go for the next few days till the event. But you are proud that it is still not a big deal for you, and your aims are still high.<br /><br />´How routined!´, or some other similar attribute you attach to him while u see him filling up his bottles while you are still thirsty. You march ahead as you give him a smile, and exchange formalities with him, sometimes teasing him. And as you move past him to your destination, you try finding a mistake in him, something wrong in this schedule of his and you delibrately try making some reasons, some defences to sooth your mind, to tell it that in any case the final conclusion is that you are right and he is worng, somehow, to consolidate which you simply laugh at him, a hollow laugh. Sometimes you imagine competing with and defeating him in an interview just because you will be super-confident there, you are culturally active and he, a routined dumbo, sleeps before 11 at night, or he watches movies and all, nothing for him to write in extra-co section in resume, will be rejected somehow, someway. This might be sounding comic but is the bare reality. Then you either reach your place or get distracted to forget the whole issue for the time being, but there are a times when you just stop and realise, that nothing is wrong with him, and nothing is either wrong in what you will be doing for next 4 hours, and then you ask yourself, a simple - although difficult to answer - question, for what important task do u miss the comfort, the relaxation, the joy of a whole night freedom, and even if you go for a night-out movie and that bunking classes and all, its just a give and take after all, but why doing that just because you practiced for some event at night? And then what strikes you is, that you are doing that not for creativity, because creativity is never forced, you are doing that for the event, for the hostel, for the RCA, you are doing that because it has to be done, you are the one to do it, not he, he is here to enjoy only, at just that instant your heart screams, shouts and hurls a lots of whys at your cognition but your brain, initially trying to reason out, is speechless, no answers, no explanations and no words even coming out to sooth you, this conflict. this feeling of unanswerability is the absurd.<br /><br />One commonly experinced state just after the event is the state of decompression, feeling odd and empty all the time, little sad may be. Even in case of best of one´s performances, i.e. the prize winning ones, during the whole procedure, i.e. the performance, after it, the applause, the cheering, the clapping, and while results are announced, declaring one´s hostel as best or one of the winners, one as a performer is in a state of temporary trance, he feels nothing, joy or sorrow, just a scary relief, a fearful calm, he is afraid that he might not have to go again through what he has just gone through in last few days. He prays that everything is finally over and he finds it is, and sometimes in a very painful yet relieving way. He leaves the semhall or convo like everybody does, sometimes carrying some chairs or tables, things delibratly with him, to show that even after such a nice show he is still humble, but anyone hardly notices, then back in hostel, in a meeting a few people bang the tables for you and a guardian of RCA makes you aware of the fact that your contribution will enlighten the hostel for many millenia to come, then you are invited to say few words, and you do that in the same fashion as they do in patriotic hindi movies, which you make fun of while watching, only difference there is that you dont have the mud of your hostel´s lawn to smear on your forehead. Again a lot of bangs cheers as you finish the adrenaline rush monologue, final cheerings for mother-hostel and you are out of there. Treat sometimes follows, where the event is supposed to be discussed, sometimes made fun of, you start re-living those moments till the order comes and the vegi and non-vegi divide rules over the event discussions and you are lost in the hunger of people who are fed up of iit mess food, you feel like a fool. Finally when the star performer of the evening is back in the wing, and hears the loud noises of AOE and people shouting, ´join kar lo´, and all that, he finds some people trying to install some new software into their computer, and foolishly laughing over something petty, and some are walking briskly with A4 sheets in their hands, some sitting in rooms discussing the quiz, which is to be held next morning. You try finding on their faces the same joy, which you saw just a few minutes back on the faces of cheering people, the guardians of RCA and may be some temporary enthusiasts. There are some of them who do bother to ask you when is your event and when you tell them it was today, they ask the result and congratulate you there and then and then move ahead praising your talent and recreation. Finally you come to your room, where you meet the neighbourhood guy who might have distantly heard that you got something in some event, but you now are not in a mood to discuss that, you discuss birds and bees with him, he jokes and asks if you impressed some girls with your performance, you try to laugh sarcastically and enter your room, where your lonley bed innocuously awaits you. You lie on your bed and you think, where you erred in performance, what the judges said, peoples reaction, and a lots of clippings playing again and again in the vlc of your mind, you think of the whole evening that just passed by, but then you think of the complex mesh of the assignments, quizzes, prac reports and may be minors lurking over your head like a sword hung by a thread which is getting burned by a candle, and to cheat yourself by being confident is very difficult now, when the ghost of the event has been exorcised by its culmination.<br /><br />The next day at the breakfast table you oddy enough you feel same as other 100s in the hostel, may be you smile if you see a fellow performer of last night, but then he runs with his people to the class, with a blue register in his hand, and when you reach the LT, you see class room after a long time, you see all last night horrors coming true, some people still congratulating, you are reminded of your rare achievement, but that provides no relief, as you are in all aspects may be fed up of that event. Next 4-5 days you are clueless so as what to do, you spend most of the time lying in your bed, not sleeping but hiding from the world, as there is something within you which you are not able to comprehend, you live in past- in that evening enjoying your 3 seconds of fame and also in future, as you know what lies next is no less tragic then what you have been through, that now you are already thrashed in the race, and your fellows and friends have long submitted the reports that you have to copy in coming days, or you end up screwing one or two quizzes and amongst all these experiences you stop to ask yourself, a simple question, was that worth it? So much pain, so much suffering, you did that for creativity? No, may be for learning some miserable form of time management, because creativity never yielded so complex emotions and results, creativity in its most grabled forms is manifest and decipherable, then why are you not able to decipher the outcome of the event, why are you not able to decide the whole reason of your doing. You are like a lunatic, who roams in a desert, and runs behind the mirage, only to find it false everytime, you keep on living in past and future and your present laughs at you when you look at mirror, while you shave a little over-grown beard. This feeling of confusion, this living out of present, this unabality to decipher the reason of your deed, this is the absurd.<br /><br />And to our sudden surprise, this was the brighter side of moon, what if the cigarette is smoked till it is burned to the fliter, what if you lost? The evening is for sure ruined, but u r relieved that it was atleast over. Nothing much, but some senior will say, ´a gaye haar ke´ as soon as you enter the hostel, and you smile outside and frown inside. When you open messenger, some guy who dislikes you may have send you a teasing offliner about the evening´s results, and again the same wing, AOE sounds and those guys meeting you, just now they provide a consolation instead of congratulation, after which you simply hate them for that, and you shut yourself in the room, not even answering the occasional knocks.<br /><br />Despite all these horrors bugging you, i would assert that this is best of the above said scenarios. Victory and defeat, both in themselves are meaningless, but defeat has certain qualities which the victory miserably lacks. Defeat provokes some for a revenge and pushes some to dungeons of reluctance and sulk, where they opt for the cultural suicide, but defeat definitly entails your cognition to think hard and hard until you realize the mistakes in your recreation, or you reach a point where you realise it wasnt what you thought it to be, and then it depends on you how easily you forget those gory evenings and nights and how quickly you guess the very irrationality of your past few days´ meaningless activities. Then you would surely reach the confrontation. But this, in similarity ans parity to other above-discussed emotions is not very easy to understand and comprehend. That is especially when we have in our ambience the habit to forget and move on, which is otherwise considered blissful, but here is a bane. ´Dont just forget and move on´ i would tap on the shoulder and say to the ongoing traveler, ´just remember, think, comprehend, conclude and then move on, because introspection is our sword against life´s ambiguity and we should keep using the former to shed latter´s blood.<br /><br />Finally what remains to be answered after so much digging of the graves is, did our boats land at some funky beach or some abondoned island? I would answer, somewhere atleast. In its simplest form the problem is, that in reality due the ever metamorfing trends and its guardian´s selfish motives, ´the bride´ has removed her ceremonial dress and donned an entirely different robe. She has assumed a stature and situation where she murders her own fiancee even before the ring ceremony. RCA today is a cause created to produce recreation and creativity as an effect, whereas if you ponder, recreation is the very cause due to which RCA came into effect, which is manifest if we travel back to the scenario when for the first time RCA clubs were made, and the intention behind their creation was juxtaposed with them. Here comes a comparison, a confrontation. On one half lies the intention which points to the mirage of recreation which tells us that we really get something when we are involved with a team and perform, and very sternly on the other half is the cruel silence of reality, a reality which offers nothing but confusion, presents no gains, and a wide chasm of meaninglessness and irrationality evading our very presence. This confrontation of reality and intention is the absurd of RCA. This is the modular instinct which leads us to frustration, we fight it everytime, in a fultility we reason out with it everytime, when we take part in the events of recreation, the feeling which we all, those involved in all clubs of RCA have experinced at some time or the other. All those events which exchange a lot of pain with us, which make our heart bleed either at the hardship, discomfort, or dissatisfaction in one or more stages of the process make us to realise the absurdity of them and of this cruel structure. One may never pity those who dont realise and introspect, because sometimes ignorance is definitly a bliss, but for those rare ones whose heart is not melted and is still like an ice cube in the hot atmosphere of delusions, i simply have no words.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652066976199841053noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23804713.post-1141989281173340022006-03-10T03:12:00.000-08:002009-11-10T08:33:25.613-08:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%;"><strong><u>Women's Day? Huh!</u></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><strong><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" >This is an era of celebrating days. Shedding off major chunck our responsibility towards certain endangered but important practices by celebrating a day or a week. Or may be commemorating something exactly opposite that has a social death.</span><br /><br />So how does one go on celebrating a women's day:-<br /></strong><br />1) Fighting for women emancipation on atleast that day?<br />2) Respecting women a little more that day?<br />3) Respecting women atleast on that day?<br />4) Pledge not to look at ongoing women's bodies on roads?<br />5) Pledging not to hit women in busy markets and streets?<br />6) Pledging not to molest girls in lonely places?<br />7) Pledging not to stare and stalk college going girls till they feel completely harassed?<br />8) Pledging not to kill a girl foetus?<br />9) Pledging not to rape a girl and not to ruin her life atleast on that day?<br /><br /><strong>I think these rapes and molestations and female foeticide will go so common in future that govt. will have to announce:</strong><br /><br />-'Molestation free days'<br />-'Rape free weeks'<br />-'Special season's bonus to "non-rapists"<br />-'Financial help to families with two or more girl children alive<br /><br />What have we become? Animals?<br /><br /><strong>And</strong><br /><br />For those not 'confined to home after dark', those working late, those working in isolation, those walking on roads, those traveling in public transport, one can really see in their eyes :<br />-the terror of being followed, always alerted state, fear of encountering some bad guy, fear of strangers and of something unknown, an incident ruining a day or two, broken life after the heinous act . . .<br /><br />And what can we do, just feel ashamed!<br /><br /><strong>May be</strong><br /><br />May be all that becomes a habit for them, habit of being ridiculed, may be they get used to those one-liners and acts they experience everyday, everywhere. Don't know, never dared to ask anyone, have you?</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652066976199841053noreply@blogger.com11