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”. 

Memories to Eternity - A Tribute to the greatest friend

Not so long back in time, about a decade was it, when I went for a trip to Delhi with my mother. The trip was purposeful, and was rather a short one. Once done in the capital, we snapped back to Patna, my hometown and got a surprise back home. On my first peek after return, I saw a very small four legged furry chap at our balcony. On a closer look, I remember dropping off all my luggage at the gate itself and rushing to see it. That particular moment, my heart seemed to be laughing in its own way when this cute four legged puppy, hardly of any height then, reached my shoes and started toddling around. He was as white as a polar bear, and the moment was as delightful as a baby's birth in family.

Since childhood, my brother & I, had this great urge to have a pet at home. And now that this little guy was here, we had a great time to look upto ahead in the future. With lots of names in mind & to make sure that he had the coolest name, we named him "Rocky", may be after Rocky Balboa or may be just that it was the first likable name that came to our mind. Rocky, became the meaning of our whole hours after school. Even at school we will keep smiling in our minds thinking of this little dude. He was hardly a month old, when he would keep running around, bark like how a baby mumbles and keep rolling around in the grass of our garden. In a way, he was cared so much that he became the youngest child to our parents, specially my Father, whom he would follow him all day till he was there in house. We would often tag him as an offender who used to be with us all day, and when my father used to get back from work, he would hardly even look at us.

With time, our little guy became a stud, he was known all over the family now. The best part, he knew how to relate himself with different members of the family, like for my grandfather & grandmother, he himself would get aside when they used to come, knowing that they feel awkward about getting touched. Sometimes, knowingly he would brush his tail with Grandma's saree and wag it in return to show love.

He would play around with all our friends and kids who came home. Sometimes when we used to play cricket, he would come in between, grab the ball & runaway with it, after which we used to run behind him begging for it. I still remember the way he used to grab the cricket ball and run away like an owner of it, with his tail up straight, was very funny.

He never liked a moment alone, there were moments when we were not present at home, he would reach up to my mother, wag his tail and ask for attention. As said earlier, he embraced the position of the youngest one in our family and why not, he kept all of us involved. From his funny rolls on the floor,  to barking loudly when not attended to, Rocky was the star of our family.

There were moments when the family had a rough time, and it was quite an experience to notice the calmness & maturity that was reflected by him in those moments. Being a full-on lover of chicken, he would adjust with the vegetarian meal during Dussehra when Mum-Paa used to be on fast. All this convinced us even more that he was not just a pet at home, but rather a member who stood and understood everything.

Soon our schools got over, and I got drifted into my college and soon happened the same for my brother too, this was the phase where Mum-Paa would feel a bit empty at home, but thanks to Rocky, who kept them going. From running over the sofa to sleeping on the little bed in the drawing room, he kept them active and busy behind him for all those years. He would sleep up close to Paa's corner, right around the bed, used to go on walks with him in the morning, would celebrate their homecoming every evening when my parents used to return back from work. So in short, everyday was a celebration.

When we used to go home in vacations, we realized how much he had gelled us together. His friendliness was admired by all the kids in the family , whom he would often try scaring at first and accept them soon by the wag of his tail. Time kept ticking , and we never had a watch on it, we never noticed that he would be getting old. Never was a sign of it, that he was inactive.

Soon my college got over, and I had sometime before I joined in at my company, this was the period I cherished back again after college with this stud. I felt how much his presence meant for us, it was amazing how he would notice by the frequency of our car's horn and start flapping his padded feet on the balcony grill so that he could run upto the gate to receive my parents, where he would keep going 360 degrees around the vehicle, keep jumping on my father's door until he used to come out and embrace him.

Time passed and I joined my company, a new life started for me. I started planning gifts for everybody, was often left with a choice of a freezer full of chocolates for Rocky and his favorite cup ice-cream which he would eat in such a way, that nothing fell out of it ever. Luckily soon after my joining, I managed a short trip home for my parent's silver anniversary, where we made a video of which Rocky was a part too. I did observed that he had got a bit old, but I always knew he had time, for the notorious activities he was still involved with. All of us celebrated the event, and was an awesome get together, where we saw him too being an active participant.

After getting back, I did missed the environment there, but accepted this as how it stands in reality. Now, I had a couple of trips planned for every year, and the next one was supposed to be in Mar'13 coz of some auspicious reasons. I had started planning gifts for everyone including Rocky. Sadly, Rocky started falling for age late in October when he stopped eating anything, he would walk around the whole house and by the words of my parents, who kept telling he will be fine soon, I felt he might just not. 

It was a nightmare when on 3rd Nov'12,the anniversary date of my first job, when Rocky passed away at noon. I was sleeping after coming back from work, and suddenly I heard my brother crying in a strange way. He mumbled out "Rocky", and I could not say a word more. My eyes got filled, and tears started dripping out of them. It was a hard moment, a moment of total disparity, felt like losing a gem of our life, like losing out someone who fills your life with lots of love and affection. Though I did not wanted to, but I had to accept it that he was no more with us. For a couple of days, I did not knew what to talk with my parents back home, he was the one who kept filling in for our absence for atleast 5 years, and it did felt like losing out on a member of the family. He left coz of his old age, and in a proper way in one way, he kept his exit simple than it would have got complicated with age. Later, when I talked to my parents, they would narrate how he kept them on their toes to attend him after work. He kept them involved. After talking to my father, who sounded as blank as never, I realized what he meant....

Yes, it hurts today that he is no more. Infact, it is still a question that what would be the reaction when my brother or I reach home and find an empty balcony. I never wrote anything for the past 4 months, but now that I have written, this remains my tribute to the greatest soul I ever met.

Hail your presence in the past, which left beautiful memories for the future !!

May you be back as shining soul on your rebirth !!

Lots of Love, Lots of Secrets , Lots of things which I ll keep passing to you !!

Had lots still to praise but cant hang on longer !!

Mridul-Tuktuk

Then, Now & Thereafter !!

Then

"Who's had those stale parathas again ?" announced Radio, and we burst into laughter in a room where someone had just farted.

"Man, I'll miss you guys" was the mutual statement we all shared.

Tears, half curved smiles, expressionless faces, filled up the whole arena of the final year hostel. Damn, Four years of life passed as fuel smoked out at the shores. I walked back to my room, wrapped my camera to put it back and I got lost.

29th August'11....

Four Years Back on the same lane......

"Alarm clocks to wake up ?" who needed them, this was supposed to be the first day in an engineering college, "Engineering" to be precise of whose dreams were filled like mashed potatoes in parathas, here we were, joining together for a journey which was supposed to be of professional education , supposed to end on a happy ending four years down the line.

"Hey, I am XYZ, OJEE rank 00000" were the first line of geeky introducers.

"Hi, I am XYZ from PQR state" were the first line of normal introducers.

"Arey yaar, Hello. So pure taiyaar ? " were the first line of the ultramost normal introducers.

We laid onto our uniforms, a typical blue blazer, and looked into the mirrors.

"Not bad for an Engineer !!" thought of the day.

Walking in groups, and standing tall for the buses to arrive, while few were still stuck finding it hard on the ties. Life had moved on, for bigger & better things. 

One Year down the line, things had changed, People were now pointed pointers. There were 9 pointers, 8 pointers, the evergreen 7 pointers and the coolest of all, 6 & below pointers, coz that was the standard by which we lived now. Fun was maximum at 6 and minimum at 9.

While some had started taking the smoke in, some had developed the taste for sour grapes , and some had just started to accompany them. There were perceptions, relationships and the ever happening weather changes of being a girlfriend - boyfriend thing, That had hooted in like the most super happening thing !!

It happened through the second, the third and arrived the fourth. By now, these 800 odd about to be Engineers of the future, were less of it than they were a family now. From bunking classes together, to standing for the whole year's prestige and the umpteen Cricket / Football matches on the fields, not just the friendlies, but along many friendly fires and white flags in friendly wars, we did not realised, that we shared was not just friendship , but a hardcore relationship.

Arrived days , when we got selected to be paid off after college, but the days were passing by too.

They started in months, lessened to days, and soon to one day, when the whole lot appeared for the last paper of their graduation and broke their nibs on the last sheets.

"Papa Kehte hai beta naam karega", probably kiya !!

The Shiver stuck me, and here I was back to the present.

"Move on, Idhar hi rahega kya ? " here was Ching again, so eager to get back home.

"I wish I could", was all I could whisper to myself.

The Bonds had to split , the tears had to come rolling out, and the promises of "We'll meet again" were again here. We felt bad when our seniors said that, today we felt how bad it really felt.

Now

In a house, where my windows are always open as used to be the doors in hostels. The Air keeps coming in, with the heat of Chennai and the cool breeze of it in the evening.

I wish , they were friends, who popped in every hour of the day. Friends, who had to be sometimes said, "Abe ja, thoda padh bhi le " , "Abe kitna hawa dega saale ".

Miles away from each other, miles from our homes, miles from our wickets and bats, miles from the drumsticks and guitars, but stand tall our memories of the land we cruised through fun.

A Trip planned to meet in December, who knows how much of it may come true.

We've started rocking on the rocking chairs, planning our future, cutting out on our expenses, thinking of the best gifts for our parents, relatives, girlfriend etc etc....

Thereafter

Dreams , which never end. Dreams of delivering speeches in the boardroom, to standup tall as an icon in the family, a BMW at a cozy villa, an Ultimate figured partner and a highly aspired salary.

Strange is life, stranger than fiction, harder in the eyes of reality.

Probably true, "Tum kya lekar aye the, Kya lekar jaoge"

Dream today, ahead and everafter, for the memories which I hold, I have many in those pages, where I flip any moment, I flip a dream.

From racing into the IPL Listing, to designing the fastest machine, to the best antivirus, to the best actor/actress, to the national dance competitions, I've it all in those pages.

Few've started, Few are somewhere around, and those in queue, will boom later !!

Out of emotions or just some quick fingers on the keyboard, F.R.I.E.N.D.S. , This is for You !!

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 !!

In Love, For time or Forever ?

Flipping the pages of an old diary where I wrote thousands of words for my first one sided love, and now over to flipping the memories of those countless moments where life’s struck me, if she’s the one, life’s demanded so much out of me.  For a time resided, where life was all about being brought up, gain knowledge till graduation & enter the world of being an employee. Now is a time, where it has gone so choosy, people want to live it the way they like, take challenges to the shores of extreme, and choose what they really want to be & have in life.

Taking over from the philosophical aspects of what everyone has lived through & experienced, walking down the lanes of the Y-Gen streets have been something worthy to live around. A platform of experiments from which everyone has picked up their own choices and left down some for others to choose, the setup has been a praiseworthy. Not long back in history, when SRK was the only man alive on earth who knew how to tickle the laughter of romance, & today down in the 21^st century of time, it’s a time when every teen is a Romeo / Juliet by themselves.

Time travels, and who on earth says it stays, but If I look on these streets of present where being in Love is more like a stock investment which fluctuates truly better than the real stocks do in the market, I think if this is really it. If this is all we started for, if this is all we live today for, where Love is more like a nail which around the magnet. For I do not hold any privileged decree to approve, but sometimes its disappointing when I have to end up saying a friend in relationship , “ Are you in this seriously or is just a breeze?”

For all the life that’s left with you to breathe in, be a sport in life for the things you need to , and for things when it matters you for love, success & dreams, never just let it go scribbled on the rough sheets of your canvassed life as people back in time had not much to do with, but had plenty to live with.

“ If you loved being with it for once,

And wanted it forever,

Better burn your fuel,

For the love may not last forever”

Fresh on the shores of being independent, and true on the passion of being dependent,
Life is up here again in search of the reality than falling over for mirages.

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”

Shellshocked in the Locals of Chennai !!

"Let's move out guys", said a tired Sameer.

"But where dude?", it was Rizwaan with his typical craze for all the doubts in the world that came to him.

"Arey, Chal Marina !! Apna Marina Beach ", and there was always a pumped up Mahesh.

"Run , Run , Run", was all I could manage.

It had been quite sometime at our new office, and we were still to be allocated into these IT Projects which mapped the entire globe into one 5 storied building. The Period of doing nothing , was obviously the best time to have fun , roam around the Metropolitan city of Chennai, but trust me, the weather took alot out of that interest. We walked across to the nearest Local Train Station, and there was our train to our Hogwats's "Marina Beach", the longest beach in whole of Asia. Honestly, We were out to chill and have some fun by the waves, but who knew it would not be just an another trip.

We boarded the train, and the train just pulled out in 30 seconds.

"Wow, This is nothing less than Delhi Metro except that it gets a bit more wiped out", I announced it to everyone.

It was my first local train trip in Chennai, so there were definitely some butterflies.

"You like being like this, Don't you Kid ? ", laughed out a jovial Mahesh.

It was awesome, I really did not expected if I'll really enjoy to go out in the rigid daylight of Chennai, but as the train started going past the tall skyscrapers of some top companies on the globe, my eye balls were stuck on them. Suddenly, what happened, is the reason why I composed this.

Whammm !!! And his cheeks were red.

Whammm !!! And his eyes were hue.

Whammm again !!! And I wished if I could stop it.

"Who was he ?".

A normal 15-16 years Lad who was being carried around to someplace to work.Yes, He was a child labour. A Lad who deserved to be putting on his bag and go to instill the wings of education in him, but this was perhaps destiny. We saw a merciless master dropping out slaps as if they were atom bombs at Hiroshima & Nagasaki on a boy who deserved none of it, and was sleeping cozily in the beating sun of Chennai, dreaming the best he could about his life, but quite amazing what he was upto.

"Damn Why", I whispered to Rintu, another friend who was sitting beside me.

All I could see then, was not a shocked Mahesh, a "who cares in the world" Rizwaan, and my other colleagues, it was just that guy, on whom I had dedicated all my attention & praying that he could get up so that the slaps could stop.

The Train reached a passing station & they got down, perhaps the presence of that boy in my life should have departed from my life right then, but it was just then when the situation just stood on me & asked me, "What if it was you ?"

I sat on the beach with my friends, and it kept winding my mind that why in the world I could not do anything than to just see it happen then. "Child Labour" & "Child Abuse" were these mere two words that were included in the Acts of Constitution of India. I saw faces of Mahesh, Rintu, Sameer, Rizwaan & other who wanted to get up and bash the man, but was it right to do so in a city we were just settling in.

What did I do ?

Why I could not ?

If these two were to be answered, I would say, I did not do anything coz I dint had enough courage to standup for that little guy who was getting bashed up by a Guy who seemed full drunk and in a state to do anything. All I could mumble out then was "Aaahh, Why don't you leave him ?"

The question that keeps hitting my mind to date, " Is India really a true Democratic Secular Republic Nation ? "

And I hang out again, to what the next part will come out as a story to shake you from within.

Message :-

I am just a normal citizen of this nation, who wants us, the people of India to rise and fight for the rightful.When I say fight, I mean, give your disappointments a true reason, so that you have people who want to correct them.

~ FlY By ~

Nothing comes as graceful,

As comes talent from heaven,

Nothing stands as apart,

As does truth from the forbidden,

You see a million happy curves down the mile,

what you dont see,

Are often the plastic reasons in those smiles,

Life's been a season & often game,

but there's no reason why there be still complaints,

There are always dreams,

which often fly by,

while there are many,

which just die..

You give yourself a reason,

to stand and live tall,

What you often miss out on,

Is a simple wish,

Give it a push,

Give it a try,

coz there's nothing as delightful,

as is to see self,

Fly by !!

Rock it,

Beat it,

Never just let that rhythm die,

coz for all the different reasons that you end it in a while,

Ders will be a million more,

to Fly By !!

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"......