60 years..... long time duh!

This is actually a belated article.... i thot i wud write it on 15th aug.... but got belated.... Newayz here I am with this... I titled it quite protagonistically.... and u will soon brunt the difference.. before I begin nythin I wud like to tell u a small tryst with a German...

I was workin on a pilot plant in my intern which was a german made. Since there were lot of problems with the machine... so we convinced the german manufacturer to come down to Calcutta and help the way out... Now this was a trip which would fetch that German nothing more than a tiring flight journey... a bad Calcutta weather... and extra fatigue of 1 and half day... with a full ambiguity in his return fligh to Frankfurt... newayz he came down to calcutta ... maybe for his own reasons... btw his name was Peter... I had met Peter earlier when I was at Mumbai... The factory timings were 9'o clock .... I checked my daily mails and then went to my pilot plant for usual cleaning... I got a call from my tutor... she called me... Aditya come to my office, Peter has come.... I went to her room... There I saw Peter... eager and anxious to see the machine... My tutor offerd him tea/coffee... but NO... he wanted to see machine... She told him to wait for 15 mins... But NO he wanted to see the machine... then I ran and arranged PPE's for Peter so that he can walk into the shop floor.... So now we were at machine... that machine already was tempered in Indian fashions... it stood improper handlings... and even a flood.... neverthless Peter started analyzing the probs... started the machine meanwhile explainin me everything and I was carefully understandin each and everythin... I shouted ....STOP the machine.... water is leaking... STOP....then he immediately shut down the dryer and everbody else was lookin at both of us as if some major accident has just been missed... Then Peter immediately asked for the tools, spanners etc... And I had a maiden encounter with heart and soul dedication towards work... then I saw him bleedin... I told him Peter u r bleedin... he replied as if I hadn said nothin... keep telin me the things that I should arrange for immediately... And my tutor whispered somethin literally amazed at his dedication.... she said ..." Now I understand wats the difference b/w an Indian and a european... Only we IIT guys have some concern for our work and that's y we aspire to highest positions in our life"

However I don't agree much with her statment, I mean it does not include only IITians, it includes people from each fraternity who have respect for their work... I have seen so much apathy towards work that Now I know the two extremes of dedication to work.... On this eve of our 60 years of independence ... do we really think we have advanced enough??.... Are we really happy we have shaped our country?...

Why do some people cry over Brain Drain... Is this country really a good place to stay?? Are we havin enough oppurtunities in our home country??.... Its really nice to make some movie like SWADES and to cry over NRIs.... but the point is not that he should come back... Point is that y he went out of India in the first place????...............

Shattering hopes.......

I have this bad habit of studyin the stuff around... and I was readin this college magazine ... some04-05 addition... some gud stuff... some usual job mournings.... but there was this article which made me think something.....

It was mid June. The compartment was packed toits full capacity. The sun was at its scorching best.Everyone was dripping with sweat. Even the two fans were not of much help. They rotated, only reluctantly, as though worn down themselves by the heat and mourning over their misery. People struggled to keep themselves awake each leaning against the others to find support.The fat gentleman in front of me hardly managed himself from toppling over, jerking out of his slumber occasionally only to slump again. The only people unaffected by the surroundings were a group of daily commuters, who found their relief in a game of cards, and a lady who was kept busy by her two month old baby. I was spared the fate by the occasional jokes the group shared and the thick tobacco smoke that filled the compartment making it suffocating. But the rhythmic beats the train played made me drowsy. Suddenly the compartment was filled with a soft,sweet sound of singing. It caught attention of everybody.Not that everyone was particularly interested. Some lazy eyes opened, too reluctant to let the dreams walk away from them. Some backs bent, curiously to take a look.The cards stayed where they were. Jokes were suspended mid-way. The sloth hovering in the atmosphere vanished for a while. Then appeared a little girl, about nine years of age, crooning a lewd song from the movies. She had a lovely round face covered all over by dirt. Her hair were untidily entangled and stood like a pile of jute. She had big dreamy, imploring eyes, telling tales of miseries unheard and unattended. She wore a pink frock that had almost turned to black due to mud and grease on it. It was torn to rags. She had a melodious voice. Only her throat appeared sore of too much singing. She was accompanied by her younger sister who looked almost like her, only that she was much shorter. It was clear that they both hadn’t had anything to eat for sometime. There was a mixed show of emotions. The fat gentleman seemed visibly upset to have been forced to…his sleep. The woman with a child gave her a glare showing her displeasure and held her child closer to her as if protecting him from a parasite. The group was the most interested. They had found a new mode of entertainment. Others remained inert, trying to return to their original personal shells.

“ Go away! Find yourself some other place to beg.” “ What a mess she is. Think of the parents. They give them birth and leave them to beg. Who allows them to enter a reserved compartment?”“Oh come on sir (ma’am)! She is just a little girl. Hey,show us a little dance also. Then you will get money. ”“Sing another song.” Two pair of eyes gleamed. Smiles crossed two faces on hearing coins jingling. The little girl switched to another song and her sister tried to dance only managing to hop and fling her arms up and down. She was too young for that stuff. Then there was laughter and amusement. Another joke got its deserved share of response. Few more dreams were trampled under those little hopping feet. Another earnest plead for a helpful hand was drowned in the sound of a soulful song and filthy laughter. And two more children were made to believe, once again that this was the ultimate reality. A fate destiny had chosen for them from which they had no escape. To act as clowns in front of some indifferent people. To ask help from a group of people who were impotent to rise above their own petty…and offer a comforting hand. The bargain was made. The girl collected a few coins and moved on. Her voice lingered around for a while, then faded. Everything was normal again. The jokes continued. People again adjusted themselves into comforting positions. The train moved ahead into the journey........

Now I realized that there is somethin which we are still ignorin... Now I know that I really am a fortunate one... coz there are some people in this world whose means of living still depends on people laughing on them.......

Lets all promise ourself that we will do somethin for these kinda kids......

Monday mo(u)rnings

Its been quite a long time since I took such a casual topic.... Now tell me How do u feel on monday mornings.... As the corporate culture has become so pervasive... so it has morphed the terminology completely... Now "Weekdays" seems to be the most boring and stressed time while "Weekend" leaves one with a thot of refreshing Holiday .... or maye be a small picnic to the nearby waterfall.... But the most dreaded day of all the weekdays is still Monday .... Do u rembr those days when ur mum used 2 wake u up pulling off that sheet from u... i mean I still rembr me cravin.... Mom plz 5 more mins... OR... Aaj school jaane ka bilkul mann nahin hai.... But now the situations hav changed compltly... subah khud he se utho... aur shit attendance ke liye class jao... Fade up of this crap system...

Dard mein bhi ye lab muskura jaatein hain,

beetey lamhe humein jab bhi yaad aate hain

Koi to chal zidd fariye, doobe, kariye ya mariye

kuch kariye kuch kariye
nuss nuss meri khaule…
hoye kuch kariye
kuch kariye kuch kariye
buss buss bada bole…
ab kuch kariye
ho…koi to chal zidd fariye
doobe, kariye ya mariye haye..
koi to chal zadd fariye doobe, kariye ya mariye
chak de…ho chak de india chak de…ho chak de india

nowhere to run nowhere to hide this is the time to do it now-2

koochon mein galiyon mein
ration ki phalliyon mein
mahalon mein beejon mein
id-on mein teej-on mein
raeton ke daano mein
filmon ke gaano mein
sadkon ke gaddon mein
baaton ke addon mein
hunkara aaj bhar le
dus baarah baar kar lein
rehna na yaar peeche
kitna bhi koi kheenche
tass hai namass hai jizidd hai to ho zidd hai ji
pisna yuhin pisna yuhin pisna
yuhin bas kariye….
koi to chal zidd fariye
doobe, kariye ya mariyehaye..
koi to chal zadd fariyedoobe, kariye ya mariye
chak de…ho chak de indiachak de…ho chak de india

nowhere to run nowhere to hidethis is the time to do it now-2

ladtee patangon mein
bhidti umangno mein
khelon ke melon mein
balkhati railon mein
ganno ke meethe mein
phakkar mein cheente mein
dhundo to mil jaaye
patta wohi jo mein
rang aisa aaj nikhre
aur khul ke aaj bikhre
mann gaaye aisi boli
rugg rugg mein jal ke boli
tass hai na mass hai ji
zidd hai tozidd hai ji
pisna yuhin pisna yuhin pisna yuhin
bas kariye….koi to chal zidd fariye
doobe, kariye ya mariye
haye..koi to chal zadd fariye
doobe, kariye ya mariye
chak de…ho chak de indiachak de…ho chak de india

Magical metamorphosis....

Ha... I donno why I put this title up... so now u will thnk tht wat comes next is sheer utter crap... May be... Really donno... Hey wait wait... I was just tryin to open up differently coz everytime I open up with a gud great abeyance.. so this time I tried indifference.... newayz let me come to wat I mean out of the two words... It has nothin to deal with Potter's Transfiguration spell... neither is Voldemort peepin in.. Its the truth of our lives.... that we are goin to face .. that will be there in us... With my two months' close encounter with the real world.. I learnt a lot... That has brought a great change in me... I have started realizing that Life is tuf way through... That every success demands the share in the pie and the bigoted effect of the same soon become too pervasive to identify... Every person has to shape his future by his own hands... Even if I ( may be u) blv in destiny strongly... Lets behave like engineers... the guys who have got a mathemodical model ready for each and every existin system... till complexities overshadow their mettle completely... Anewayz.. Let me define a function Y=F(a,b...z) Where Y is what we want out of life... and a to z are the variables which are too stochastic to handle ... and their proper curve tracing is what people want... many die in herculean task of just tracin the curve... Har ghadi badal rahi hai roop zindagi... Thats the change thts takin place... and we have to morph as per it... coz

"A static society needs to be changed to stay static"

I was talking of the function and the variables... This is perhaps the model which is too difficult to state ... coz even the value of dependent variable is not constant... we keep changing our goals ... and the time does the rest.. very little in our hands... and even if you want to adjust a differential segment properely to get a proper tangent you have to put hell lot of hardwork... If I talk of the whole curve .... i think I m too optimistic... and i shud immediately stop thinkin in tht way... coz maybe one day we can achieve a curve as per our requirement integrating those small segments... and one day when we will look back at the curve... we will find that curve was defined at all points... completely continous in lifetime domain and ... hopefully exponentially increasing.... After all

Lakshya to har haal mein paana hai.........

Feel the truth

Today I m just putting lyrics of a song
The context is our relation with God

Tera yekin kyonMene kiya nahi
Tujhse raha kyon juda
Mujhepe yeh zindagikarti rahi sitam
Tune hi di hai panah
Tera Mera Rishta Purana 3

Yeh kya tadap hai
Hai yeh kaise saza
Tu kyun mujhe aaj yaad aagaya
Bechain din mere
Bechain raat hai
Kya mein karu kuch bata
Yeh mere paau hi
Khud meri bediyaan
Usse tu mujhe chooda
Tera Mera Rishta Purana 4

Kya Mujh Mein Hai
Shaks Woh Keh Raha
Aa Aab Main DuKarz Tera Chuka
Aankhen hai nam meri
Saasein chubhan meri
Zakham hua phir hara
Dil ke virane mein
Mere phasane mein tuhi tohar dum raha
Tera Mera Rishta Purana 4