I'm lucky to be born as a boy.
I'm lucky to be tall,
These are some of the few sentences which keep ringing in my mind whenever I see my servant maid or my mom doing household chores like washing, cleaning etc. As any other lazy human being I'm least interested in helping them out. My only feelings when I see my parents or my servant maid is a feeling of pity and sympathy, "Gosh,I was not a girl"!!. I had this girls should do everything feeling right from my childhood. In fact I thought girls were only born to serve boys( an much more appropriate usage would be male and female). Yesterday I had to get rid of this notion of mine.Because,
I had to wash my own clothes!!!!
It so happened that our servant maid bunked work for about more than a week (for reasons unknown!!). The clothes were left unwashed and unattended all this time. As the pile was increasing my mom's patience started decreasing(i.e inversely proportional!!!). The pile was so huge that our washing machine after some 4 complete cycles broke down. The left over pile of dirty clothes were my clothes. My mom was so tired that she asked me to wash that pile of clothes myself. I grunted and gave her a cheeky reply that grown up boys never wash clothes.
Bang came the punishment, Washing my clothes the very next day, which according to my bad luck happened to be a Sunday.
I was made to wake up early in the morning, and was given a brief training in how to wash clothes. My head started swirling as my mom started off her free tutorial. Immediately acting sick I took refuge of my bed . My mom sensing my intentions kicked me from my bed and then left me to decide upon washing clothes or wearing the stinking ones over and again. Left without an option i went into the utility space to wash my clothes.
As I have mentioned above I never cared a damn about all these household chores. But now I was sitting in the utility space with a heap of dirty clothes which were waiting to get a clean 'surf' bath.I had this carefree type of attitude where I would stain my clothes and come back home and say 'surf excel hain naa'. This time I was grunting because I stained my clothes. My mom told me that as I was strong boy(!) I could finish the whole job in 1hour. But there I was with muscles pains and leg cramps at the half mark of the dirty clothes. Famished, I then realized how much pain my mom and our servant maid were under going every day.
The job which could have been done in an hour took me approximately about five hours. I tore 3 buttons of my favorite shirt . I realized the pain of doing household work. I promised myself that the next time I see my mom doing these works again. I would just go and help her.
Indeed there are no works specially reserved for women. If we want a cleaner home and surroundings, we should also start working.
I left the utility by being a weaker, happier and a soapier man. I realized the true spirit of team work.
Until next time HOUSEKEEPING!!!!
I'm lucky to be born as a boy.
I was ruthlessly careless , wasting time whenever it came and now here I am behind a sea of voluminous books and mountainous backlogs. I wish
I could utilize my time and devote much more time my academia properly. But the time ran away from me like wind under the sky, even though I want it back desperately I can't get it. Beating out my heart's innermost sentiments and sorrows I'm writing this post.
Can I change myself??
Can I be the same old person again???
Can i again get all my happiness back??
These are some of the questions still left unanswered. The new college surroundings must have changed me or its my own procrastination that makes me a ZERO today. The semester is coming up. Almost every day I am doing a night out. Huge records to be written, bundles of pages to be read and tonnes of works to be done. I am in shit hole of problems currently but I am not afraid. After all life is the synonym for problem. I am enjoying this adrenaline 'less' journey. If there is a god for time, I would pray to him and ask him to wash my sins away and I promise him that I will never waste his wealthy resource i.e. time.
Until next time, busy with exams...
'Blog', I never understood what it meant. One day in december last year, i just ran a wiki search to know what a blog means. Firstly, I was bored by the description given there. It indirectly meant a personal diary kept open for everyone to read. But I had a small impulse within me, which made me to create my first blog. But as it was my natural tendency to be lazy, i gave up without posting!! I never knew how vital this tool was going to be. I realised it half a year later. To be frank Blogging infact bandaged my broken heart. I lost in every phase of life. Academics,Love, friendship and so and so forth.. But it helped me to bounce back into the normal stream of events, hence reducing my mental worry.
In the month of july this year, i went to through a lot of hardships in my life. My academics were down to the earth. All my attempts to remember the previous years concepts was like water under the bridge. I did'nt feel like studying. At one point of time I realli hated myself. I questioned myself to find the true meaning for life. Bad luck again, I found no answer. Depressed, I gave up all hopes. But then I had found Nirvana, a true liberation from all my troubles.
Lo and behold I found my second life in blogging. Actually I was inspired blog after reading an excellent blog of one of my classmates. So all I wanted to do was I wanted to test the untamed water's of blogging. I found a foot hold and now Im loving it. Putting out all your minds thoughts on paper(in this context the screen!!0 gives a unique satisfaction only known to fellow writer's and bloggers . I had realisation after I started blogging. Life has no end. Whatever might be the reason something or the other in life stands on our way. In my case uts the satisfaction i got from blogging. It feels good to see people giving you suggestions to the unsolved problems in life and sharing their experiences in life.
For all those of you who are feeling really low down please its my sincere sugsestion to take up blogging. I'm sure for people who love to write, it will be a passion. Recommend this and see a new life being born out.
Until the next time, Happy blogging.
Write and tell others to write, Atleast in this way one can find Nirvana.....
When was the last time you felt that the movie was worth the ticket?? Hmm….Well a big question to answer. You can count the numbers on your fingers. It’s as simple as it!! There are not many movies worth watching nowadays. Gone are the days when the people used to go to the movies for a leg shaking item number with a semi-naked dancer and a full dressed hero. The 3 fights and 6 duets era is over. We want sense in the movies. The last time I went to a movie, I liked only the theatre’s bathrooms and nothing else (They were not stinking!!!). Imagine the plight of an ordinary cine goer like me who expects some worth in the movie for which I paid Rs 78 as the ticket but gets nothing in return except for some cheap thrills, ugly makeup and an over exposing heroine. I am really disgusted with the transition in Indian cinema. In olden days the main ladies used to portray so Indian feminity in their roles. Now it’s our turn guessing whether the heroine is Indian or not (well if the heroine dyes her hair with bleach and stuff who cares??) Nowadays movies bank only on the hype. A little bit hype is okay but too much hype for an over rated film is above the imagination. Nearly all the latest Bollywood flicks are based on foreign country feuds and stuff. Well don’t the producers have a better way of wasting their money?? A shot or two abroad is ok but I get adamant when India is shown only in now shot that too the climax part. Hindi movies are spoiling the young. There were days when going to the discotheque was considered unholy. But now thanks to Bollywood girls with noodle straps and skirts are common in the bars and pubs!!!Even Bollywood shows the mafia empire as something godly and makes it look more stylish. A definition for a mafia don in the Bollywood way: A cool dude with hair painted white and wearing the choicest Dolce & Gabbana suits and always flirting with the bikini clad item girl. This Don kills as if he were squatting a fly. All this is enough to mislead an uneducated village guy to enter the DARK trade.All Bollywood mafia movies are about drugs, human trafficking and crime syndicates. And it’s more or less an adult movie if it were to skip the censor viewing.And even the so called ‘ART’ movies are nothing but old plays lifted straight off the book in the director’s blatant point of view. They are disgusting. The routine type Bollywood mirch masala films stopped working at the Box Office.The masala movies are the example for stereotype Bollywood movies. A 6pack abs hero, a bikini clad heroine, a lame skinny mother, some ear shattering music and finally a twitching climax and shit. Ooops I forgot to add the main ingredient – an item song!!! Well this is the pucca commercial type of movies, made only for the masses and the goddamned multiplex audience. Even the so called movies for children have more adult content than the ordinary ones. Coming to the worst part in the Hindi movies, the music. The tunes are lifted straight from other artiste’s albums without even giving credits to them (when was the last time you heard an original Pritam song???) The music has long lost its Indian character. The traditional Indian music has been replaced by synthetic music synthesizers and stuff. And here even some good tunes are getting damaged by the remixes!!! Even I can make a remix provided I have a music mixing software. Just add some fast tempo to the original song, behold the remix is formed!!!.When we pay for the ticket we have the ultimate rights to patronize a film. Actors show off as if they were the lone human’s alive o the earth. They do at times forget that we (read it as the audience) provide them with the star status. And finally even a kid can judge a good film from a bad one, Can’t the producers or the rest of the crew judge whether the movie is going to work out or not!!! More than 60% movies flop at the box office. Now, isn’t that a figure to be noticed?? I guess instead of spending crores and crores of rupees on useless flicks It’s better to do charity at least the producers can get some ‘moksha’.Finally, the movie run time in India always crosses the 2hour 30minute gap. Be it be a thriller or a family saga it’s the same situation. The result??? Long dragging post interval drama or bleak comedy. I think directors should learn about reducing the show time and increase the content. The best example in this segment is ‘A Wednesday’ made in a 1and half hour format with excellent taking.India is the only country where film stars are given the shitty star status. Movie stars can become politicians and even chief ministers. Maybe who knows after 30 years Mallika Sherawat can be the chief minister of Haryana. It’s just a guess. The 40+ SRK is the ‘YOUTH’ icon, what rubbish. And even the lineage battle hinders true talent. I think instead of making a bad movie with a known actor its better making an average movie with a new comer.
A small conversation which I want to mention here:-A week ago I was talking with my friend about my new post on my blog. It was about terrorism. He told me that terrorism was not a relevant topic to write about. He said that I could not conclude properly on the topic. He told me that terrorism cannot be eradicated and my topic does not gel properly with the actual situation. I felt that he has, in fact no right to give such bland statements, because if we try our level best maybe it might be eradicated. So I replied back saying that in my blog I had the right to post whatever shit I wanted to. Up came an unexpected reply from him, “Pawan, I agree that you have the right to post whatever shit you want to, but please don’t expect us (as in the sense other blogger’s) to read the shit what you write”.
I conclude telling, “Directors have the right to film whatever shit they want to, but they should not expect the audience to watch that shit”. Absolutely true. This sentence is really meaningful. So lets follow it!!!
[The P+iJ section- Complex poor jokes!!!]
The usual melancholy of blogging has made me bored!!! So I'm trying something new folks!!
Didn’t your Dad buy you the new cell phone he promised a month ago??
Did your friend forget to gift you your birthday present??
Here is a small little example, use that in various formats and styles, your job will be done!!!
Example Only (Caution: Never to be tried out by above eighteen’s especially under adult supervision. This may lead to many side effects!!!)
If your Dad doesn’t agree to buy you a new pair of pants then give a reply that you will stop wearing your underpants!!! ;)… Just Kidding!!!
Until next time .... Stand 'NAKED'... That's the truth!!!
I Hate the World because it’s sick,
I Hate the World because it’s cruel,
I Hate the World because it’s emotionless,
I Hate the World because it’s painful,
I Hate the World because it fears death,
I Hate the World because it lacks respect,
I Hate the World because it shuns justice,
I Hate the World because it lives on money,
I Hate the World because it avoids talent,
I Hate the World because it goes with the hype,
I Hate the World because it eschews art,
I Hate the World because it’s a show off,
I Hate the World because it ostracizes people,
I Hate the World because it’s selfish,
I Hate the World because it lacks self respect,
I Hate the World because it pays a deaf ear to the ‘LESSER’ mortals,
I Hate the World because it’s built on poverty,
I Hate the World because it glut’s with hunger,
I Hate the World because it’s only for the elite,
I Hate the World because it’s impractical,
I Hate the World because it detests true love,
I Hate the World because it’s charmed by infatuation,
I Hate the World because it banks on beliefs,
I Hate the World it abhors religion,
I Hate the World because it’s sans sanitation,
I Hate the World because it pities women,
I Hate the World because it always wants power,
I Hate the World because it never thinks of the future,
I Hate the World because it plans on basis of the past,
I Hate the World because it’s a hypocrite,
I Hate the World because it’s trembles when the market tumbles,
I Hate the World because it lacks clarity,
I Hate the World because it‘s thoughtless for animals,
I Hate the World because it idolizes the fools,
I Hate the World because it wastes the wise,
I Hate the World because it’s jealous,
I Hate the World because it’s mere rhetoric,
I Hate the World because it ‘find’s’ answers,
I Hate the World because it lacks trust,
I Hate the World because it trades with lives,
I Hate the World because it’s a liar,
I Hate the World because it’s a gamble,
I Hate the World because it’s unsafe,
I Hate the World because it’s partial,
I Hate the World because it’s suicidal,
I Hate the World because it BRANDS people,
I Hate the World because it’s made of people,
I Hate the World because I drowned in troubles,
I Hate the World because I hate myself…
Read the above paragraph (better to say that it’s a poem) as a person’s apathy on the current situation of the world. ‘WORLD’ specifically means the humans and more relatively animals as well. But many people believe and think that the world is made only for them and not for animals or the poor. We sap the poor and become rich. We enjoy the luxuries and damage the environment. It takes time to wake up. It’s not late. All of that which is written in the above poem absolutely holds true. Certainly, to make the world a better place some bifurcations have to be removed. Trust has to be developed, only then will PEACE rule the world. On the eve of Gandhi Jayanti let’s take an oath to at least change ourselves before changing the world. It pains to see a human suffering.Finally, I said i hate myself because I am in an hopeless situation, where i want to follow against all these practises, but I have no support!!!. Atleast if one person thinks about this. Then my job is done!!!
P.S.-“The apocalypse of the world lies in the heart of a man, if it comes out, it destroys one and all”[This saying is very much my own!!!]
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