Another among the Millions !!

Wrapped up in a dusty brown leather over a white shirt & blue denims, 
Raging across the dry cold lanes of Kashmir on an Enfield. 
Giving a damn to the world and its moh-maya, Flying free as a bird over the hazy meadows !!
This was the dream, this was the hope I wanted to near, this was the moment I wanted to capture !!
Ofcourse, Life has always had different plans !!


"Not everything will fall in your plate in a day, everything that you earn here, has to be earned and more importantly deserved", those were the golden words that kept buzzing Vikram's mind. A self inspired individual whose dreams inspired many others in college days, whose dreams only kept getting bigger as the gates were nearing the close. Like others, the guy had no idea that it would be difficult to dream with all the cushion later.
Like any typical Indian parents, Vikram's too had given a lot of stress on securing a government job to ensure a laid back and stable life throughout. Being placed in an Indian IT MNC giant from an average engineering college had given Vikram a small leap. To him, the suited corporates looked bright and shiny. He wanted to be one of them, he wanted to be in that neat looking attire with the responsibility of changing destiny of a firm with his decisions. Like the thousands every year, Vikram joined the IT lane and became one of those many lost faces in the crowd. Everything seemed so perfect in the beginning, even things that he was scared of coping up with, were coming to him as if they were meant for him. This was the dream start he had hoped for, and he hoped the dream would continue for long enough. With the heavy and strenuous training, he only developed appetite for assignment which were provided in the form of project allocations in this world. Clearing a small contest for that, only boosted his confidence before he set into the actual world where he was supposed to be tested and evaluated.

The days were young, the energy was contagious but not so was the environment, and it was not long before it started impacting him. Although he earned some awesome friends in the process, but the highs had almost taken a break, and it was time to only pick the best amongst the lows. His patience was put to test, his dreams were put on hold, he did not know what to expect next, but all that kept him on was the hope that it was only a phase, and as per the phrase, "This too shall" have passed but it did not. The glamour of this fast moving industry had some sharp thorns and for now, all those thorns seemed to have had a taste of Vikram's fortune. It was amazing how the small things of life had started to matter so much.
A Perfect start was important, but if not, this time was only a built up to something perfect in future. Amidst all this happening on one front, he kept himself motivated enough to keep up the fight. His friends stood like pillars he could depend upon, poor fellows had to undergo through a lot of melodrama. His young heart too fell for some hearts around which did not last long enough to yield any results.
" Where am I headed to ? Will I conquer my dreams ? Why was I the only one with all the trouble ?", the questions never stopped.
Time had started to respond, and there was a strong sense of belief that it will change, and will change for good. Thankfully, it did for some time, but as always it could not go on for long. It seemed almost as if everything he tried hard to pull in a positive direction, had to somehow end up in the wrong one. You cannot bet on time, as it never remains the same. The guy who had the capability of inspiring others with his sharp crisp dreams, was not even able to smile with his lips spread wide. There was a difference, a difference which had been clearly created by time.
Heart broken, dreams half shattered, but still the courage to walk up to the same road every weekday and sit infront of a machine which had no answers to emotions but only alerts for deadlines. Where was I ? A rented machine, who could think, design logics and programs for clients of my company who employed more than 60% of my country's literate population only because people in their countries were too lazy to churn their dreams. It seemed more that I was slaved for my own needs, than for my dreams. My mind had scares of my appraisals, my future and it seemed unfair.
My dreams were big, they were wide and deep. They kept me near the shore of happiness, they made me believe it was never a pursuit but only a state.
Today, is a different day, Today is more about going in a direction about which I have no idea where am I headed to, its more about closing my eyes and do what I have been told to. It burns my soul, it intrigues me, it questions me - When do you pull out the plug ?
I looked around me, I saw the same faces, and many who had accepted this to be their fate. I feared being one of them, but today, probably I am also one among them.

The One, who spends his/her share of happiness from Friday night to Sunday evening.
The One, who plans and cancels their personal plans coz of work.
The One, who fails to wish his/her best friends and relatives on their important days.
The One, who has almost vanished from society.
The One, who reaches up people only in times of need.
I am the One, just an another One among the crowd of millions !!
I am the One, who gains happiness when I travel out of my own country and lives alone abroad.

Vikram is not just one, there is a Vikram in all of us, each one of us goes through a Vikram phase in life, but probably the hope is to carry on !!
Life can pull you down for a while, but you can certainly pull it back if you believe you can !!

"The Dream of streaming through the Kashmiri valleys is still a hope,
The Clock might have slowed down the pace,
but the dream is still open wide.....
for the Clock has not stopped !!"

Blunt Truth of Indian Economy !!

India Outsourced

Late in the day, clock strikes noon and half of my people in the city are still sleeping. Strange but true, today residing in one of the four metropolitan of my developing nation, is still dizzy for the day, they are hungover with work, family and life. What, why and how’s are things we have stopped asking since a longtime now. With what’s left, we have one hope we still rely on and that’s “Time will solve all our problems, all will be stabilized and probably that we will learn to live, this way or that way”.

India, a nation we always have held pride for, and will continue to be proud of it all our lives, does not matters what worse we have seen down here - the struggling population, the under-powered & deployed youth, the highly sophisticated but non-functional government and last, an agro based country which still prays for monsoons, coz without nature’s mercy, our farmers are rusted iron rods. The Country’s GDP still reads 72378.12 Indian Rupees, of an economy which is the 9^th ranked over the globe. 1947 – 2013, 66 Years passed down the slide of the calendars and time which should have differed by total indifference, is today only a mirror flip of the past. Climbing the ladders on global scale by being member of hundreds of councils and meets, what is exactly that we have implemented for ourselves, our jam packed crowds, our still struggling youth and the ever challenged women.

Umpteen promises of the ruling parties forming government, unexpected financial crunches of the MNCs, the never ending scandals of the people in operation, and the natural disasters, nothing comes to mind when I take down the data of this country in a blink. Generations changed, mindset changed, advancements tagged in, literacy increased drastically, but what we have been left with, deep fissures in our plates, insecure about the very next moment in our lives as is our economy, how deep are we rooted to our banyan. The answer remains that we do not know. We remain fancy props dancing to the tunes, an average crowd that we still form. Fathers still worry of age, not because that they do not have dough to roll their old age, but coz their young firing guns have romped out of the Indian Gates. And who have remained are either compromisingly frustrated as outsource checkpoints, and the pending rest, who Facebook.

Late in primary school, we came to know about the rural-urban differences in India, the ill history that had drubbed them miles behind on the roads of development, of the whole that I have seen better in the past two decades I have inhaled for, is infrastructure. Honestly, it is the only mainstay we have got support for & built, managed after so many Swiss bank transactions. Gandhi, Nehru, Singh, Patel, Shastri and drenched in blood & sweat had us many stories narrated, but which of those I should believe. My country is only a tight buttoned democracy, the only democrats that I have seen alive here are a section of society which enjoys privileges by the income they earn as celebrities, sons of “families”, the khadi team and not the mentionable.

And a bulk of my generation still outsources its life to IT,which has built many dreams but at the same time, drowned many potentials. The most recent trend, is the dumping of resignations in bulk & later repenting, coz when it happens, it seems the best decision, but sadly the gates outside remain closed. Thanks again to our dibbly dobbly economy with multiple dependencies. 

Where am I? How do I race my generation? How do we contribute? Of what seems the possible plan, is to close our eyes, earn our mysterious CtCs, dip our tongues in sugar for appraisals and one fine day retire with a lush flat in the city, and wait for my life to get over. So after all this while, I come back to my topic, “India Outsourced”, which the world outside will read the other way, but the fact, it is the truth. So many deters, so many challenges, who do we ask to return, who do we ask to stay or just like one of my colleagues at work, who has a line jotted at his place “ This too shall pass”. 

Dream Girl and Hail her !!

Through the blurry vision in green meadows, I saw a girl with her hair rising high to the zephyr across the smooth greenery. Nothing had struck me better as this did. I starred at her like a crow, and yes, all she managed to pass on, was a smile, out of surprise or probably to let go my stare. I paced my steps across the turf, to reach out to her and hold her tight in my arms. By this time, even I don't know how she turn around to me, and was expecting me around , hanging her hands out to reach me. And yes, I almost reached her hand, when she disappeared like a lost leave on the streets.

"Wake up you dumbass, you'll be late again to work", cried out my brother, kicking my ass at a nominal enough speed to shake me out of fantasy. I checked my watch and it said, I deserved it. With few moments that I had to ponder, I sat down on a chair in the other room looking out through the window to the terrifying sunshine of Chennai. Lost in the miles of my dream was I again, and here I was, trying my best to go back to my moment of glory.

Bright and fresh, I reached out to the esteemed daily, and here I was stuck to its contents yet again. In the dreams of my life, where I always neared the princess across the meadows, the forts and heaven, here was a girl, on the streets , in tore pieces of coverings and in a depressed state of mind. The clock was ticking over and so I thought to sit down over it on the weekend. It seems a different day altogether when you already have something running on your mind, while I passed across the hustling streets and boarded along the sweaty crowd, I had a thought running in my mind. Every lady I saw on the way, I visualised the threads she was stitched to in society. Damn yes, for the first time in my life probably, I was thinking this way, probably for the first time I was thinking for someone I never knew, never grew with, never talked with. Had one question, boomeranging my mind, Am I the only one concerned or is this just one of those mornings ?

India 2020, a dreamland where all the aspirations are living by, where all the dreams are resting to hay. About which , every minister lays back on his seat in air conditioned chamber to claim,  "We'll be on the top by then, let us do our work".

I ask today "We'll top on how many lists by then ?"

To name the assured ones from now, Corruption, Crime and Poverty.

Back to where I was roaming about, concerned about the existence of genders on the same grade and same state. Last two weeks of my life have been quite happening and impacting, coz from listening to demands of marriage of a friend's sister to viewing a terrific show on television, all of them asked one thing with a question mark in bold,  ? , loud and clear.

"Is all this nation headed today, is for money, power and credentials on the global trade ?"

None can deny, coz it is headed for that only, its not headed for peace in its own fields , coz the fields are getting snapped by the nuclear deals and the hi-tech infrastructure where the worsts of incidents have happened. From introducing the cheap concept of call girls to the upgraded version of escorts, I see today, Women are catching the eye as a material of entertainment, leaving her degraded of her abilities , coz she's the one who holds the shores of the society. A form of human , who has resisted tons & tons of unjust which has prevailed since ages on her. From the rural lands where people have been accused to be illiterate for the incidents, the avalanche has drifted into the urban lands with much impact, all credit to the literate mind for this.

People say "Shit happens" and they let go things, but what if shit sits on the roads daily. And to be honest, it really does on the sheets of our dailies when every morning the corners read Rapes,Honour Killing,Female Foeticide,Tortures of Dowry,Sex Abuse & the continual use of women as a form of entertainment and a platform to launch all retarded things.

India's most heritage inherited land is the land of most sick things happening to women, Rajasthan, I wish the heritage of yours existed for real in your minds when in the eras of highness, women were roses which never withered away.

Dowry, sick of the retards who still encash women to be married in their families, and a food for thought to the ones who approve it, Kings in history did it because it was a event to be celebrated with exchange of lucratives, not a game of filling up their treasury. 

Honour Killing, Sex Abuse, Domestic Violence have lived all through the years, at some point it was Sati, today its rose a point, when its worser than that. It almost like living through the pyres and the fire of Sati.

Rapes, are stuffed into papers as much as potatoes in Indian dishes, they are in , everywhere.

Sick of the plans and programmes of the government, where a clear proofed sting operation in Rajasthan lies in the court yet to put ban on Doctors involved in foeticides.

In one word, the Y-Gen says "Fuck'em".

From the tunes from what I have gained past my twenty odd years, Women have been everything in a man's life for every good reasons, and genuine ones. Mothers, Best Friends, Best Listeners, Best Philosophers and Best Inspirations, Women O Women, I owe you my hat.

Hats Off !!

I ll hail you forever !!

Presence Appreciated, thanks to Eve that found Adam !!

And there chemistry found us !!

And you are hereby, my dream forever !!

Dreams & Aspirations - Typically Indian !!

In the land where the Legends wrote history and the history made them the rulers of the golden pages of the present, India has been a land where people made it through nothing to everything. Ambani, a merely known surname when born to a nothing to do family , has the world on his feet today. Anil Aggarwal, another such personality who had to bite the dust and cross over the limits to passby the shores where nothing awaited him except success. Not just these "A" lettered people, but many who wrote the script of their lives on their own will and mantras. Life, never had a full stop for them and what it always had were commas, which kept getting added to their achievements, figures and the never ending following.
Today, I stand by those achievements and I too typically feel, passion is what must have rode them through this journey, for life is never a smooth x=y plot on a graph, its always something which has had spikes prefixed by nature and postfixed by human. I stand by reading these achievements and these names piffled out by my friends.   The same urge and the same desires that a youngster typically dreams about in each corner of this nation, our nation is one where we breathe dreams. Not me, not just my platoon of college, but the whole 60% youth population of India who are the high tides on the walls of the world's future. Few choose, fight and falter, while few script, fight and alter.
                           Meant to change and meant to bring the pieces together, not just me , a just earning IT guy in Chennai believes that there are enough reasons to dream and achieve, but the whole setup, inspires you to become an aspirant of what may become the reason to live your life for this nation. Craziness to achieve, the desires to back plan after plan , and the will to go nuts about anything and everything. Life won't stop and it should never, but the dreams shouldn't either, for you are the reason it exists !!

Not everyone is lucky to make the numbers count for real,

Few who believe that these are not just numbers which got discovered,

But figures which made the whole world go round & around,

So why not you today,

That the future blooms and You're the one found !!

The War Within !!

15th August 1947, was the day when India took a free breath in the world which was fighting to demonstrate power & domination. Be it the United States of America (USA) or the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (USSR), the wait was over and the huge masses kept fighting themselves for the ball to arrive in their court. It took years, sacrifices and destruction of huge property for them to realize , the world was not left about gaining power anymore, but it needed them to come together & promote the peace in it.

India, which was drooling for good things to come by, wasn’t yet aware of the time to come, & it had to resist even harder when Pakistan launched attack in the war of 1960’s. India did not knew what she was even fighting for, to protect its people or to protect its just earned presence on the globe. Years passed on, the political wars , the scams , the hard done things continued to rain in, though there came many who built the nation for once & forever, but the sting of negativity remained in the system. People had criticized the ruling Englishmen for “Divide & Rule” policy, but the division was done already. The Sections had already been classed, people had a different vision for different classes of people & that was when, the mistake had piled on for the worse in future. The losses kept on piling , the carnage at Rajiv Gandhi’s speech, the scathe at Mumbai Blast in ’91 and the ever on going duel between India & Pakistan.

Present day, 25th March ’12, when India has launched herself miles into the era of development, she still has those scratchy nails on her back. While Pakistan continues to occupy a tidy part of J&K, and the US continues to dominate & react inadvertently on our decisions, India is headed to another war springing with time badly, the Maoists. The War within has held upon the Nation’s nerves badly and this is what I am upto this time.

It was just a normal Sunday morning in the boiling heat of Chennai, as I slapped over the pages of The Times of India on a note to find something interesting and involving in it when I had my eyes on a scintillating headline.

“Italians abducted by Maoists in anger against the Government”, said the Headlines which had an innocent looking White man in the pictures along his wife.

The Man, a resident of Italy, who was in India since a long time, as a tourism manager for a tourism & hospitality firm had been abducted by the Maoists on nothing less than a normal day in his life. The Statements released by the Government were sick and rather very amusing.

“We are trying our best, but the man should not have clicked pictures of the tribe”, had aired out a minister in his typical tone.

“Bad, this is really going nowhere. None is looking properly into it, they all seem lost in retailing their budget for the year so that they have plenty to gulp in”, as said by an Inspector.

Where to go, whom to trust, where there are people who don't expect Khokhas in return to do our work?

Corrupt they are, and they breathe an air of it. For there's no shadow that beats down its own marker, but there are reasons if fought for , We, the People of India have to plenty to get answered to.

The tremors are in our own land, We need to bury and end this up.

Why Am I writing this?

It’s simple, I feel I’ve grown up enough in this land to raise my voice against what has been going wrong consistently in this part of the world.

Are law and order just for name in our Nation?

Is the Defense rather just a name than being a team in existence?

They talk big, they pass out matters saying, “We don’t have people in our nation who want to come up and take responsibility”.

And I ask today, “If We really don’t, then would you keep doing this to us?”

A Nation where every morning you’ll find people at tea stalls rowing over political arguments of this nation, where every journey in a train has a compartment where there is a huge clash of opinions if India-Pakistan Division was right & if the reservation exist.

The Part missing out of everyone’s mind, the War which is burning the nation internally, the Maoists , ULFA & other forces, who are just living free & destructing everything within. The War is on, and its within, if there are eyes on this..

Go, do something about it !! If you seek youth, show us the right path.

This will work only when its a mix of those hands who ve seen everything, and those who are ready to do everything.

I ll do what is in my hands, but if you ought to be a reader of this, then voice your concern so that it’s heard.

“For this Nation has seen little of prosperity and more of agony”

The Reserved and the Unreserved..the eternal battle within

Long back when there was a lost India facing its doom, when even on being one enormous presence on the globe, it was hardly getting its recognition. India was in a lost world, facing the worst of its time, the country was a combination of broken states under different ruling kingdoms - the Royal Mughals, the Englishmen , the Dutch, the Portuguese & many others. While these Kingdoms kept fighting for power in their times, the commons had a huge cold topic settled in their brains. People were cast into classes of recognition, they were provided with a status rank and were treated as per it. The World moved on, but ours stayed the same. Time favoured India and arrived a man with the golden brain - Mr. Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, & in few years of his presence in the battle of freedom, India never looked the same again. A line which seemed impossible to be thought of earlier, was now at its feet and India was breathing fresh air of freedom without any restrictions for the first time. Thoug the nation had fought its doom & came victorious, but the battle was yet to be won within, where religionlism & casteism had backfired. In came Mr. Raja Ram Mohan Roy, and he made serious amends to the mentality of the masses, he strived in a revolution which raised the thinking of people. Though the move paid rich dividends, but as had happened earlier, the impact did not left a mark on the whole. Years passed by, India kept enriching her presence in the world, the world within calmed down a bit , the masses were happy with her doing good. The war within kept rolling and unrolling, people got divided in sections of General (GE) , Other Backward Classes (OBC), Minorities, Scheduled Castes (SC) & Scheduled Tribes (ST) with certain numerical percentages reserved for them everywhere. The numbers which seemed a respite at first, had ignited a spark, and it was then when India lost her individuality and got bifurcated into several streams of life. Lots happened in between, the mishaps, the reconsiderations, the unexpected wraths, but they stood together against everything. The numbers thus, were infact the boundaries built in between them. And today, when the Nation is nearing its 54th  year of Independence, I just have a feeling that more than the Government needs to, People need to think over if they need these numbers for their presence, coz now is the time when after diminishing these numbers , India can really come up as one giant superpower where her people are standing are right behind her & working as one, instead of being mere percentage numbers in society. Though at the moment, this remains a thought, the execution & amendments remain open to the mango people.

Lets go India, lets march ahead now..!!

A Slow yet steady change - Rise of Bihar

It was August 2007, when I had to leave Patna for my engineering from Gandhi Institute of Engineering & Technology,Orissa. The years passed by, I heard quite good things about the state and the good things kept increasing down the years. Though I always used to come back during my vacations, but I hardly used to get any chance to observe the changes. Today when I used to get any chance to observe the changes. Today when I have completed my engineering, & resting myself in the break I have before joining an organization, I see things have changed for good around me. The People, the core of any developing process, are now much aware of things happening around and are much open to accept new things which they feel is acceptable and not above the line. Though a section of society has always been there which has not accepted the changes, but with the impact of time, they have not been a barrier. The State Government has marched ahead implementing new plans, working on social welfare, has given due importance to commercial development & the future looks appreciable. Due credits to the Chief Minister, who has worked keeping a target in mind on the long run, as thing around were not in a position to take a U-turn overnight. The process has been a bit slow, coz it needed to be corrected from the roots but has ensured to be a steady one. The future of Bihar certainly seems bright as I walk through these lanes of 2011.

Hours that changed a life

"Walkin away from the shadows,

of my own,

i see things happening now,

in everyway wrong,

they seem all useless,

and people all morons,

coz i've just seen the reality,

 and the happiness seems all gone...

It seems as if,

i was wrong to dream,

and it feels now,

i just want to scream,

the does not even come up,

as easily it used to be,

and i feel now,

i v lost something won, 

i do not see any way out of dis,

i just do not know how to make it,

its gone so different with thes few hours moved on .."

Going Across the Limits where the world says "ITS OVER"

 They say its over if you say NO, and its all back alive, if you really want it to be so.True to the utmost level,things in our lives are just a creation of our perception about them.The way we think about things, the way we look after them & of course, the way we react to them.Its the stimuli that really matters, perhaps its not something which is always predictable.There are moments when we realize our real potential and straightaway lash onto them.Its something which is a typical response of a being.Of course,its none but HUMANS.We lash onto things which we find beneficial for us, we run away from things which are of no use.This is something to which everyone has to accede.Everytime things around get messy, they seem grotesque & take hell of a stride into our lives & make it even more miserable.There are instances at the same time where we think its over, we cannot give it anymore & so, we just step behind without even judging for once if it is really so.Things for sure do not change overnight, but its the efforts and the dedication towards anything,a person really wants to achieve.It is all the same as the famous quote says that "Rome was not built in a day" & that's the bare truth.We cannot achieve anything in just a wink, it takes in something to give out something that really matters.Things have changed in this world, people have become smarter.They know exactly what to do and how to do even before it matters.They have many permutations and combinations to make it to their dreams but just a few of them make it through, some of them give it up half way while some give it up saying it was just a try,to make it across their dreams.They try acting complaisant about their faults but why,does it really matters to people around.What really matters is what you do with your own life, screw it up or just tighten it from everyside & make sure that there's no seepage through it & all the sediments are there when you open it up a day.There are perhaps many stalwarts who have done it in the past & there are still many more on the cards who will make it someday.They don't like being noticed,they do not want people's ovation coz to them, what matters is just their complacency.
            There's no words like "IMPOSSIBLE" in the dictionary of achievers coz they make them possible everytime.There's nothing flimsy in their dreams, there's nothing hollow in what they achieve & that's the reason only why, they make it to the other end of the horizon.And as far as things which we see happening around in this world, it is quite gray.The atrocities in this world have become worse.Now, even they exist in myriad shades but its the ones who really perceive it well & make it to the other side where happiness,joy & manifold of theirs exist.And to me, its only them who make the world a place to live and breathe with a will to feel that "AAL iz WELL ".I ll like to conclude my thoughts with just a quote of my own.              

              "Look into the mirror & see what it reflects,

                Sneak into your heart & find what it beats for,

                 Stare at the night sky & challenge the stars,

                Challenge them that you'll be one of them on the earth,

                And, you ll be the one,

                Who makes it to the other side of the horizon, 

                The horizon which has been left unconquered,

             And everything will be yours,

           Your Life,Your Love & Your Dreams" 

Freaky Engineer

Since the moment,

i saw that sheet,

my eyes have gone red,

and gone is all that sleep...

Everyone around,

has got so busy,

yet i am the one,

running from being so freezy...

All of them,

seem so nerdy around,

i hate them all,

what's so nasty in here,

has the earth gone round...

Even the girls are gone,

mugging their notes,

am i fool,

still copying those wrotes...

I still wakeup late,

when there's everyone awake,

they all just stare,

& have a smile shared,

they still think the same,

stinks so cheap,

"Am gonna beat you,

 & take a big leap"...

I still not understand,

why do i wander,

the dates are so close,

and still i ponder...

Here comes the day,

the clock's running near,

i jump off the bed,

with a little fear...

Arrive those hours,

when schmucks overpower,

yet am the one,

busy taking a shower...

I enter the hall,

so neat & clean,

the questions seem so blurry,

that even my pen refuses to hurry...

I come out of the hall,

hiding all my tears,

those schmucks query me again,

"are you gonna clear"...

I look upto the heaven,

& murmur a little prayer,

"Not this time again,

i'll give my best next time,

& won't let you complain oh dear"...

All those dates,

somehow passed by,

they gave me some pain,

& a few tears...

The days yet again,

seem so nice & clear,

the stage is all set,

with all friends back & again near...

Moments just pass,

giving everytime a smile,

the girls seem so sexy,

after a long while...

The papers are checked,

the results are near,

there are a few worries,

still no fear...

Down comes the day,

i again didn't cleared,

i flush out my mind,

in thick heavy tears...

Everyone around,

pats my back,

& out comes the same line,

i've been listening for years,

"No worries pal,

 next time around,

 you'll sure clear"......