India Against Corruption – as it’s been roaring around for days. Anna’s been heading this “Kranti” for long, and finally we see a ray of hope. It was good to hear and see the Democratic India back again, rising and shining, like the good old Gandhian days, in the Gandhian ways. So, it flutters in the “Indian News”, Anna has won. I asked my self this “epic” question, have WE really won it?

Yes, to an extent yes. But, it’s not that easy my ferns. I know, you all did be thinking, “oh yes, the bill is yet to be passed“. Well, surprisingly, am not taking about the Bill. Considering the bill gets passed, we still haven’t WON the fight. It’s been days since i have been discussing and debating on Lokpal. It’s gOod, but it’s not the bEst. Why?, ask yourself. What’s missing out of Lokpal, is nothing but WE (oohhhh, don’t take me wrong, am not against Lokpal, just read on).

So, here is the pumpkin head. Lokpal is good as long as the “Lok in the Pal” are good. And the Lok’s in the Pal, are no one else, but the cOrrupted WE. Yea, see you all started scolding me with your a** out. But, that’s the TRUTH, face it, or face it off, that’s the dire and sultry TRUTH – Ripley’s Believe IT or NOT.

This thing of self-improvement brought in a shiver – Can “We the People of India” really CHANGE. As we change the Govt year by year, we change the system just this year, can we change US, and bring about this change in the coming generations – preach them and teach them “About Corruption and Against Corruption“. The answer is simple, as it sounds, YES – but doing is juxt opposite. But, we HAVE to do this, and we really HAVE to do this, and we WILL surely do this.

Simply spoken, STOP Bribes. It seems easy, but ask your self, can it really be stopped. Well, the Lokpal can, but is Lokpal controlling the “private organizations”, is it controlling the “encroachment” of space by the so called “Dukaandaars”, is it controlling the “education system” development activities (you know what i mean), is it controlling the “Sipharish”. Ohhh, don’t be surprised, they all are CORRUPTION. It’s a general term, for anything that happens against the normal “Rule of Book”. Btw, how many of us will really stop bribing the Police when caught – Hardly any, coz that’s the easy way out. So, who is paying the bribe, WE right. It always takes “Two to Tango”.

Kher, these things will take time to settle, but most important of all of them is, how to improve ourselves. In a way it is easy, we need to abide by the current system, but also teach our current and future generations the “Value of Money, in opposed to Importance of Money“. Yes, they sound similar terms, but there is a slight difference between “Importance and Value”. When things are important, you really take care of it, and try to achieve every bit of it – You kinda make it your life. When things are valuable to you, you understand how to use it, when to use it, and why to use it. Don’t make Money “important” for the coming generations, just help them understand the “value” of money. Let them Value it, not make it Important.

Second, preach them the importance of their existence, the earth’s existence, and the country’s existence – it should always be held first, and then comes the state, religion and they (as in I). To my advice, teach them religion, but also teach them to TREAT all religions equally. Let’s not get in to the doldrums of our Neta’s political approaches – Marathi, Gujrati, Bengali, Punjabi, Telugu, Tamil, ikka dukka tikka. We are culturally strong, and let’s make it our strength, not our weakness. India is our country, and we as citizens should not be fighting over who lives where and who speaks what.

Third, and most important, do NOT discourage the current generation from entering Politics. We don’t believe in Politics, coz our parents never believed in it, and so, who enters politics are already the one’s being convicted or corrupted. It’s important the “children of today” understand politics, and the importance of politics, and take it up as a career – Tabhi yeh bharat safal hoga. To make India up and rising, we need to have the best of minds. Be it IITian or MBAian, it needs to be like an IAS for them. We need learned and honest people there, else, sooner or later, believe it or not, Lokpal will be running under the hands of corrupt – Aur fir is desh ka kuch nahi ho payega.

Fourth, and one of the root cause of small scale bribery. Get the guys in Khakhi and low profile jobs, a good salary (frankly, i don’t know how to do it, but this needs to be done). With the increasing cost of living (where it gets difficult for us to survive), do you expect them to survive with their current salary? So, their taking bribe is fully justified (i beckon it). It’s just that, bad things percolate faster, and so it just gets bigger and uglier. To avoid it at the roots, we need to give pesticide water at the roots .

Jai Hind!!!

FactFile:
Umm, am a-political (just for a mention). I hardly talk of politics and walk of politics (even if you see my blogs, hardly a one or two on the political system of indian standards). But, i feel, i can shed some of my points to make it happen now – It’s now or never – so, let’s take this opportunity. I welcome points and suggestions from everyone, coz we need to let India know, it is time for EV1 to CHANGE to bring about this CHANGE.

Salah Archana:
I was thinking, if we can spread a word – Print t-shirts with the lines “Na main rishwat leta hewn, na main rishwat deter hewn” at the front, and “Jan hith mien jaari” at the back. Wear your self and ask every one of to spread and wear. It’ll be great, if one day the whole of India can say and wear this – at times, “Actions speak louder than Words”. This might make the “Taker” a bit shameful . It’s just an Idea, coz I am planning to get one printed soon.

When inspiration meets with education, it’s occupation. But as and when u move ahead, you tend to get constipations, and that’s when the same job turns into a Fockupation. No need to tell, what’s the real meaning of this indigenous term. It’s part of everyone’s life, the part of being a worker (or more precisely put a labour).

But when does this simple sweet occupation turns into a gun battle of madness, and falsification. Well, as soon as you find engulfed in a War of Pride and Prejudice between the so called “Mantri’s”. To add to this tadka, you find a lot many “Sarpanch’s” mingling their way inside. Ooooh, it pains to be part of it, but someday, somehow that’s the reality of being in the Corporate – Welcome to the “IT-Jungle”. To me, it’s no more than a tug-of-war, where you are just a rope, being crushed, ripped, pulled, and teared apart, until one of the parties WIN (which hardly ever happens, as long as you are part of this temptation).

Looks like, it’s no worse than politics. It’s just similar in ways, while you are just a common “Educated” foolish man. Your inspiration for work, has been lost in figuring out the good “Managers”. It’s so lame to fall prey to this fame, the fame to be “ONE” of em. Struggle you do, Struggle you will, but at the end, when you are old, or bruised, or wanna shift sides, you are brought into this LAST duel of motivation (f***, now what’s that, another game-plan). If you can survive the wrath, you did be let free, but that depends on the CONTRACT that was signed. Yes, every TUG has a duration, before it can be released (or relieved).

At times, you loose and fall prey to the “Mantris” giving you solemn and kindness as never before. It’s the art of delusion. But then, the one’s I have met, were just BIG fools to understand that ART too. Ohh yea, they know it, but are too self realistic and jarheads to understand it. You need that voice, that control, that attitude – which of course these one’s lack. To me, they are just another f***ing d***heads, shoving their old asses around, making piggy faces, begging for one more chance – WTF, chance….you better NOT, as we have seen you again and again. You can mend some people, but you cannot mend some ASSES just out of their WAY.

These asses i talk of, are born to LIVE like ONE and DIE like ANOTHER ONE – They make the so called dearly lively anticipated Occupation a Fockupation . And that my friend, is the REAL and REEL life we live in. And this life i talk of, is the life os Samosa (friendly name to our big found FOCKUPATION).

Churns: That’s a true saga, foretold to me by many, conversed by a lots, and finally pranked by me. If at all, the constitution above can understand the constipation they have, this “inspiration” will never die, and live to serve them ever with more “perspiration” and “anticipation”. But then, IF and BUTS are part of life, so you have to MOVE ahead, forgetting all these “fortification”, and starting anew with some more “predication” of thoughts and hope.

Fact File: It’s the current state of our Occupation, surrounded with “Mantris”, “Santris” and “Sarpanch”…..all want to take the big seat….while there is no care for the “pageants” who are sacrificed just like “Gajar and Muli”

Quite strange, we meet a lot of people, we talk, we think, we examine, we approach, we respite, we friends, we envy, and at the end, we are on our way Home. Something of this happened today. Not that it’s something new to happen, but this convo was from nowhere, and had left me baffled since then. So, here is what my small conversation was all about.

I was coming from office, when this happened. I stopped at the bus stop near to my office (opp. Food Bazar, Baner Road, Aundh) and was waiting for the Bus/Vikram for a drop to Baner Phatta (my destination to home). Suddenly a man approached me. The guy (Mr. X from now) seemed to be in his late 40’s or early 50’s. He was waiting for the Bus (that’s my assumption).  So, Mr. X came close to me, and started the convo.

Mr X.: Time kya hola (something of this sort in Marathi, which I solefully interpreted to be “What is the time now?”)
Me: “Paune Che” [Quarter to 6] (Showing him the Citizen Eco Friendly, Perpetual Calendar silver watch of mine)
Mr. X: (Understanding I don’t speak Marathi, a smart man I did say). “Bus nahi aayi abhi. Main Five Thirty se khada hoon”
Me: (Smiling) “Abhi aane waali hogi”
Mr. X: “So where are you going”
Me: “Baner Phatta” (smiling again)
Mr. X: (sigh of relief) “Oh, woh to pass hi hai, tumko to 6-Seater mil jayega udhar ke liye”
Me: “Haan, main bas uska hi intezaar kar raha hoon”
Mr. X: “You work”
Me: “Yes”
Mr. X: “Where”
Me: “Symphony Services”….”Symphony”
Mr. X: “tumne kya kara hai kisme kara hai”  (I thought he was confused with the question)
Me: (confused like him with the question, the first thing that came to my proud mind – B.Tech, but then broke it into a more simpler form to avoid further confusion) “Engineering”
Mr. X:”Kisme, kisme kara hai” (I guess he knew what was the communication gap – Gosh, I felt he was the right manager, coz that’s one thing even the managers of today don’t understand)
Me:”Electronics – Remembering I don’t even know the ‘E’ of it though”
Mr. X: (To my surprise) “Kahan se ho”
Me: (A lil afraid, thinking if he is the Red Choga waala from Bal Thakeray gang, but holding my breath and courage, I responded) “Uttarakhand”
Mr. X: “Kahan????” (I figured out that questioning self of his, coz many people here seems to be quite poor with Knowledge of the General )
Me: “Uttar Pradesh ka jo vibhajan hua tha, na who”
Mr. X: “Oh accha” (as if he understood of remembered that all). Then again, within a pause he spoke back “Brahmin ho”
Me: “No, Thakur” (felt proud speaking that out, but my mind was surmised what this is all about)
Mr. X: “Veg ho ki Non-Veg”
Me: (WTF, how does that matter to you, when I don’t even know why we are talking into) “Non-Veg”
Mr. X:  “So poora parivaar sab udhar GAUN mein hai, aur tum apni wife ke saath idhar rehte ho”
Me: (wife, did he say wife. Abhi to main kuwara, jawaan, sundar, susheel baccha hoon. Where is the family involved? And then, GAUN, gosh people tell him; Dehradun is not a GAUN, but then, who can explain the advancements here) “nahi nahi, meri shaadi nahi hui”
Mr X: “Accha to apne frens ke saath rehte ho” (Jackpot)
Me: “Haan, friends ke saath”
Mr X: (seeing a Vikram coming) “Oh lo, jao tumhaara aa gaya”
Me: (thanks for the tip, I DID not see that at all. You got those long distance vision) “Haan, aa gaya” as I pulled my hand to stop the rikshaw.

Finally, I smiled back at him, after boarding the Vikram, in a way bidding farewell for the WONDERFUL conversation, and saying Adieu.

So, this ended, but I was still baffled and wondering. Strangers we met, we talked, and what went in, wasn’t quite a shock (a lil though). Living in here (the 20^th Century), we still ask questions on caste and creed. This is being succeeded with “Where”. But then, I am not sure why this talk was, or is it just a natural way (normally not been through this, coz mostly it’s small talk and over or friendly talk and over, or swearing and Dhoom dhadaka).

Churns:
Why this blog? Coz I wanna remember this, simply J. During this whole lil convo, a lot of things went through my sweet LIL mind, and I had put it in AS-IS. So you see, it’s not just WHAT we talk, but HOW we talk and WHAT we think that really matters in the conversation. Thoug at the end, it’s just WHAT you say that makes the difference JJJ. Finally, WHO he was or WHERE he was going, wasn’t a Question, or the Answer. Everything was “WHY” he was asking, and that’s what have left us thinking in our own Country, WHY even for these “Small Friendly Talks”. That’s WHAT i call tErRoR . Are we really living in a world of safety, when we are afraid of each other. Is this the world we dreamt of, is the Big and Only question.

….It was a moment of love….as i turned and looked around……she was gone……gone forever…….but i did never forget that face…..that smile, as i lay down on the bed……dreaming for her to be back……..

…..I wish that moment come again……and i can feel those soft curls twirling with the very air……and those eyes lashing as they look up into my eyes…….

…..I want to feel that moment of love……when she was around…..and i cud feel her feelings surround…….i wish that moment to be back again……to be back with the wind, the air and the very surmise of that twinkling light……..when again she curls up and lashes her eyes right into mine………

……I just wait for that tryst again……until darkness dawns upon……and i can see her face again in the night………dreams sweet dreams they are……and they will always be…….

Churns: Okie before anyone asks, I am NOT in Love. It is just the dreams that haunt me, of whom, am still not sure .

Sipping over some hot tea, sitting on my half crunching bed, mumbling to be left alone, i stumbled upon this piece of art. Long long time ago, during my school days i did happen to read these lines from Shakespeare’s “All’s Well that Ends Well or What You Will”. Today, these lines do make sense to me, but the more i read them, the more i bend the thoughts to fit in my lifestyle of today’s holocaust world. And here is one version i did come up with, being a Software Engineer. This is my ingenuity and i don’t claim it to be just mine. You never know, if there is another proprietor to the same clause, claiming for the rights. So i put in a disclaimer too.

Seven Stages of Software Engineer –

The first, a fresher, mewling and puking, lost in the thoughts and milds of his peers. Planning to work hard, and make a mark as he enters the Project, slowly cuddling around the daily phone calls, being a player at the Leader’s arms. He looks at people around him, and feels proud to be one of them. He dreams of gadgets, cars, bikes and what nots. Everything that’s branded and stylish, is his icon. And his moral morse is to work hard, and party harder.

And then the whining experienced guy, working hard for the ratings. His work is to work, day and night, and make his presence felt in the after nights. He is the soul creator of his destiny, as he carries his welching bag around, smiling, and sipping coffee for days to come, but tired at the very heart. He carries the latest mobile, and keeps atop the latest gadgets, shown off to the girls around. He parties with friends, and always dreams of a house, girl and car.

This soon comes out wealthy, when the ratings are out, and he is profound and proud of his work. The charm and the feeling of doing even better, in Love with his project, dreaming to become a Lead soon, or get an Onsite deep down in his heart. This guy woes day and night (and even swears a little), pleasing his PM in all the ways possible per se his ‘capabilities’. Late nights are just his daily bread and butter, and thinking of Girls his way to Live Life. For him, Girls are always better in the organization just next to him, and he would love to have one day a job in there.

The next comes in, swearing hard at whatever the system is, and whatever the system was. For him, nothing’s right, and working late nights is just sick (still he works the same way as he did then, coz he needs those ratings at hand). He is pissed off, and yet fights brave like a soldier. He has the courage to stand up and speak in the meeting, but not a courage to affront the Girl next door he is really in Love with (yes, finally he likes someone at his office too….that’s the way his life comes out to be, finding the best in the worst).

The later turned down guy, a Lead or a Manager, whining at little things, still working out with the Freshers, moulded into fooling people as he was fooled. He has an answer for everything within the process, and still never bothers to follow one himself. He looks back at his life, and laughs at the “Guy Next Door” working hard day and night. The truth he knows, he might or might not be the lucky one, but he speaks the truth (like a Justice), as per the policies. Still waiting for his peanuts, now a married one, crumbling over the ideas for a pint of wine to speak at home (It was a Client meeting). He’s been out-throned, and the girl he finally marries, is of course of the Other side, but still he feels, the other was better.

Then comes in the lean guy, a little arrogant for his age. Technically old with his methods, but proficient with his Ideas. He is the thinker, with thick glasses looking deeply down on the freshers. For him, they are the machines, someone whom he can train to be like him one day. He feels proud of himself, and his achievements (except his wife ). He cribs less of the system, but always have a feeling and craving for more money. Yes, he is out in the market, with his resume floating all round, for a new job. He is quite willing to entertain anything, for a package, and speaks of processes.

The last, is the happy go lucky guy, smiling slightly. He crumbles over the bed, and thinks of money the whole day. His preferences changes from working late nights, to working smartly (as he normally puts it). He is the one, who has the package and now curses the every thing about the company that was good sometimes. He is the one who has resigned, the one who has signed his death agreement with the company’s services. He seems relaxed and enthusiastic about his new work, but is silent with everyone he knows, and never utters words of his package. He hardly talks, and still speaks. That’s his last history with the present company, as he moves on to live the next life.

And so, this life starts yet again, and again and never does this end, until he is finally sitting at home, sipping over a hot cup of tea as the rain splashes on his window and 2 lil kids come over his place, near the fire speaking loudly “Dadaji, How are You?”. But this guy has nothing to give, but his experience of his life, and how, whatever he did or tried to do, he always had to pass the Seven Stages in Everything (be it Life, Love or Work).

Churns: The life always takes us through various stages in every aspect (if not always seven). And whenever anything new comes in, or repeats, it’s the same cycle again and again. I know some of you can relate to this, and some can add more fervor to this.

Well, don’t have Words to Start, and don’t have Feelings to Express. It seems this movie has done a ‘Balatkar‘ with words and taken me aback to the times of being an Idiot . Frens, I cannot tell how much I Laughed while watching it. It seems I haven’t had such a Great Laugh for a Long Long Time. My 36 bones shimmered all the while and are still widely stretched thinking of the movie.

So, the movie starts with a lot of manifolds in search of Mr. Ranchod. Whozzz this Ranchod is not a mystery to people, but it soon becomes one. Suddenly, it turns out to be a comedy flick with a lot of twist and turns around the college times. Some old jokes played naturally and beautifully by the 3 Idiots, and it really proved ONCE again, that Aamir really rocks.

Now, what’s that i liked the best, which i guess most of the people did enjoyed it as usual. The speech by Mr. Silencer – He really did a Balatkaar (replaced for Chamatkaar) and exposed those Sthan (replaced for Dhan). First time in Indian cinema, these words were used so decently, comically and frantically. I just luvssss that Speech.

But as in all the movies, some parts really kick out big time. One of them relates to the Delivery Circle. It was good to deliver Mr. Champ the OLD Style way (Yaad hai, who Dai ki KhushKhabri), but the ‘Aaaall Izzz Welllll‘ dialogue to wake the sleeping child was over and out. Other areas that were ‘Fucked’ up were just trivial, coz the movies credit wasn’t those silly out of the box pricks (Like Ms. Priya running from the wedding, or the scooty inside the hospital).

Lastly, and not the Leastly, if u haven’t watched this, then u really are missing something. And, this something is not Just Another Movie, but a TREAT to relive the times and the squares and the memoirs that have been left behind fading with Journey of Life. But, the real crux that came out, is a good point for our current system, coz it really badly truly and surely needs a change. A change to build up Geniuses (or Idiots) and not Geeks (or Bookworms) – See what you want, Ranchod or Silencer .

The whole movie was filled with fun and drama, but what it really conveyed to my lil Mind, was a sense of belonging to this System and a sense to Change the System. Ask this GenX what they want to do, rather than asking them to do what U wanted to do (but ofcourse, you cudn’t do). Don’t make your Failure his Success, but relive his success as it was Yours. Maybe, India gets some real kick-ass Futballers in Town (and FIFA will be ours ), and not another ‘Successful Person’ – That’s what the difference is between Excellence and Success .

Churns:
I was wondering who were the Idiots of our college, and my page returned ‘Error! Zero Results Found’. It was sad to believe, that among so Big Scholars, we did missed out a Single Idiot. Frankly, the Stupidity of thoughts has crossed all of us, but no body had the courage to show his Idiocracy. And here we are, just blinking and thinking, IF we could dump all those books and just say ALOUD and LOUD ‘Chachuuuuuuuu Aallllll Izzzzz Welllllllllllllllllllllllll‘ ——– That’s a Relief .

Fact File:
I am happy whatever transpired during those 4 Long Years, and I would really Love to go back and relive those Days Again. But this time, i did really look out for that ‘BABA‘ person, to whom we can ‘Samarpit‘ #$%^& [Pants Down] .

“Ek Jam Tere Naam, Dusra Jam Satta ke Naam, Teesra Jam Mudde Ke Naam, and the story continuesss……“

It’s been a common fantasy of the ‘Unmentionable’ beings to propose things differently. One of the methods being used regressively is Morcha aka Jam. This new weapon seem to come out as the biggest Hit and Fit attack on the masses with a Bang. It’s more in fashion than the latest bikinis in town. The good thing, everyone hates it, but still is a part of it every now and then. Uknowingly, we all are prey to a system, a system debarred by the ingenuity of being disparage.

Let’s see how this Good will Hunting really helps. Well, it helps the masses and the classes a lot. For a volunteer it is a means to escape work. For the manager or the driving force it is Just Another way to promote his presence. It helps those who taketh, and it helps those who giveth (original lines from Shakespeare is for Mercy). The one’s who are just on a back seat, within the Jam, have a reason for treason – Sir, there is a Jam at the link road, and all traffic is down, “I won’t be able to make it today”. For our active police, it’s finally some Work to manage the crowd, and protect the Jammers.

Ooooh, did i say Protect. Yes Sir!!! Jam is not a crime, it is a humble protest seen as public surmise for a humble request. It’s not at all a bad idea to block the passage, as long as “The Big Shots” are behind their asses. The power to be ONE and Only comes not from within, but from the closed doors of White Laden cinema. They rightly understand the meaning, the meaning of “Great Powers and Great Responsibility”. One of these so called “Responsibilities” is to engage public in public matters of public interest in a public place with public support publicly troubling the innocent public.

So, whozzz to be blamed, is it the “Power laden Netas aka Politicians” or the “Foolish Public”. Well, the director is blamed for a movie, the writer for the script and the actors for acting. Similarly, this whole Jam is a drama of thoughts and political propaganda, with people being mere players, playing their parts. Even with so much of lush around, these Jams offer a great way to achieve Long Term Goals. The struggling Party Member gets to the front page of a leading newspaper, the driver gets a ticket to Hollywood, the actors get a car in this confusion, the cameraman  earns love of his supporting anchor, and the players get money for every show being put up here and there (Economy rises this way).

The other pros, you don’t need a reason to skip your office, an emergency case is delayed, and the nearest hospital charges twice the pace, you don’t need a reason to say no for shopping, and your child can rest at home, a good break from the loads of school. The girl-boy pair can be free anywhere, as everyone is busy, and no one cares. Even when there is nothing to do, people sit around the TV and listen on carefully. See, the TV that was cursed for ‘Saas Bahu’ progs, is finally in use with some news. Alas, the breakdown of thoughts, and the mingling of minds, produce a result. A result, quite fragile, that was for the pulic, is only only supposed to be for it. The real motive is out of question, as we still ponder over it years later, while these Jams come every fortnight, not for a reason but to treason with our own sanctity.

Fact File
Frens, not to fall prey to this concept of Jams. The above article pictures a true aspect, but ironically. Truly, it’s a pain for us, and for all. It’s not us who benefit. It is just a weapon BY the people, OF the people, but not FOR the people. We might not come to know of it sitting at home, infront of the TV, but for whom it is an emergency, will know the PAIN of it. Even hartaals are a subset of this, so humbly try to avoid things like this, to an extent as possible, until solely necessary.

Cheers!!!

Gone are the days when the fight was for “Development” and “Prosperity”. This is the new mantra of Desi’s brought out by the political regime – “Linguistic Dosage”. There was a time when Desi was to be our Pride, but this it seems to be washing away with time. Now, Desi has been linguistically divided and politically spoken of for “States” and not for the real meaning “Desam aka Apne Desh ke”.

This has raised eyes and debates, which seem no end. I am stunned, to answer the one question “Who are you”? Am I just me an individual, or an Indian or a Hindu or a Marathi or a Marathi speaking Hindu and what not. The list seems endless, and lost in the melodrama of politicians. Are we gone so insane, to not understand this mere fact of life, that it’s India we speak of and not a religion, language, caste or creed. But alas, they have played their cards, and we are mere players who dangle over here and there, winning games for the f***ing players.

I know we fight to keep awake our roots, our culture and our sanctity. But is it lawful to force something on someone. Truly not, or what are we asking for. Is it to change our Nations sanvidhaan. Truly, if need be, I do vote for it, but then there is a lot of good stuff to be changed, than fighting over the trivial details. You have poverty to fight, development to do, castesism to work out, and corruption to do with. If I get it, I can change a lot of stuff, but is it worth changing it just for ME, or is it worth to change things for a country. I wish, our good old Netas understand this, and act on this. I just wish, and wish and wish and keep wishing.

Well well well, I guess that’s over with. Just one thing I did like to raise, a question to all “Who are you”? If you can answer this one thing, then you know what to do. It’s no point in arguing over linguistic differences, differences which divide us in parts. How many more parts we need, and how many times we need. It’s tiring and heart breaking to see, that we pride ourselves over “Multicultural Society” and still we fight over such politically incorrect propaganda.

There is always a new funda everytime the vote bank goes down, it starts with Bandhs, to Morchas, to Racism, to Castesism, to Cultural differences. It’s a wave, that keeps flowing, and who will survive, not you, not me, not us, but just the people who started this. To me the future seems blurred, as to introduce myself, I did need to speak 114 language, and 216 other dialects or bolis, or to say “I can waste my 60 years learning them, and finally go to places in my own country”. More precisely, the future of india will be written by 60 year old scholars, who know nothing but just languages and bolis. Hmm, sounds good to me, I guess it sounds good and happy to everyone . Good going India, we can see the future coming. I just wish, that we Indians can speak out bluntly “We are Indians”, else soon our introduction to the world will be something like below:

“I am Mr. Shyam, from xyz State, speak zzz language, and come from zxb sect” and India will soon die. So Jaago India Jaago. We don’t have a problem with Hindi or Marathi or Telugu or Tamil, but we need to communicate irrespective of anything.

Fact File:
It is a common belief that North Indians speak Hindi, and so we dominate the Hindi language. But like other states, there are different languages in North India, they have their own culture and beliefs. Why is it then that Hindi is common for communication, coz it’s been understood and accepted by all. Mumbai, Pune, Hyderabad are cosmos, and there is never a linguistic fight, unless some “gud to be netas” say so. When our jawans fight over the border, they don’t speak a language of state, but speak the language of unity “One for all and all for one”. When our teams play, they don’t play for state, but play for india as a whole. They find a way to communicate, irrespective of different cultures, they stand in unity. That’s what we need to learn, that we are Indians first, and always. It does not matter what we are, but it does matter who we are. :):)

Churns:
I was wondering, if everyone stay in their own states and no mixture at all, we’ll soon be living in the ages of Rajas and Maharajas – Protecting our ases at the states, afraid to venture out. Hmm, so is this the start of a new era of secularism, or reverse generation, let’s see.

“I don’t have an Attitude Problem, but you do have a Perception Problem”

Ahhh, it’s been quite long since these fingers scribbled over the keyboard to write something. Damn this work, have kept me busy for so long. Not sure if I did missed out something, but hopefully there is always a day to start afresh. So, let this day be the one, and so this day is the one (not to mention the date ).

Ages have passed and ages will pass by, but this world will never forget nor live without the one and only one – Mr. Attitude. Yes, he is the MAN (irrespective of the sexes u know, he stands tall of em all). This is the story of Mr. Atts (as I call this Big Shot Guy – Quickgun Murugun ). He came from nowhere, and will end to nowhere, but everyone loVes and haTes to have HIM. I too wantssss to be partssss of it, but then sometimes Mr. Atts is taken the wrong way out, and it becomes ‘F***!!! Attitude haaan’.

Btw, I guess not many of you know of it, bur our Mr Atts, is split into personality (not the multiple persona disorder dudes and dudettes), but coz he has twins and thrins and more (u can count them on at the end of the post). This lil tough guy from nowhere, has always been criticized and judged. I always feel bad for him, as he is been kicked with utmost atrocity. Wherever he goes, HE is noticed all of a sudden. It hardly takes minutes or sometimes just seconds before he is slapped over with ‘See that attitude’. Gosh, he has no way to hide, coz he is just a mere player at the hands of the big players (Bechaara, naam lekar phans gaya saala).

One thing that utterly and butterly confuses me, is the word itself i.e. Attitude. It is a Dual Core processor junked inside nOt a Pentium (I wish it was a Pentium – beauty with brains), but with two facets. “Wow, what an attitude” actually means, our Mr. Atts behaved well here (normally u get this from the sweet ladies). (sigh)“What an attitude” actually means, our Mr. Atts have been bad bad and bad (normally goes with the ladies). Naah, don’t bother and confuse the shit outta you, Mr Atts is not a ladies tale, it is just more reflected from their perspective. Guys are just simple in terms, they hardly see an attitude, but always try to keep one (at least dikhawe ke liye for sure).

So that ends part of the tale, but our Mr. Atts is never bad, it is the way he is SHOWN to the world, that makes him Bad. Now, when do GUYS talk of attitude??? Ofcourse, when the Girl Next Door shows so (well well, truth is, jab kissi ladke ka dil ladki tod deti hai Nooooo karke). And, when do Girls Next Door blurts an attitude outta their mouth, when the sweet guy did not do so many things (normally the list is endless), which he ought to do when she is with him :O. So, it is hard to find a guy with the right attitude, but it ‘s always easier to find the girl who does not show an attitude.

Finally, why do Girls leave Mr Atts at all, just coz – they are the oNe man guy (hopefully be it), and ek myaan mein do talwaare nahi reh sakti.

Churns:
The oNe thing I always wanted was an Attitude, and that’s the only thing I am left with now . I have been struggling to think of composing this, and thought, let’s go ride the basics. So attitude it is, and attitude be it.

Fact File:
Attitude is never bad, but attitude which drops of ego or self appraise or self esteem, is bad. It is just the way of expressions and words that convey the real meaning. So, ‘He has an attitude’ could be a compliment or a despise. After all, you are the creator of your own destiny .