sThe hooter screamed and all were aboard
Yelling, chatting, months of enthusiasm stored
Waiting to go full speed as we left the platform behind
Bidding goodbye in one passage all ten of us confined
It was a great feeling; we had waited for so long
Waited for this journey, waited to sing this song
That song was in our hearts and we sang it with the wind
Stood at the door of the speeding train, at each other we grinned
We were the happy 13 years olds oblivious of what lied ahead
We didn’t have all the bills to pay, we didn’t have a future to dread
The summer and the sun, the train and the tracks
Life was our Santa with goodies in the bag-pack
Grandma packed everything for us to beat the June heat-wave
Lemonade, orange juice all untouched, games is all we craved
Desert is all that we saw; saw as far as we could
Yellow sand, patches of green and scent of rosewood
The train was our summer home with enough room for everyone
The train was our playground with hundreds of players and loads of fun
Today when I am all grown up, I have travelled a far and wide
But all my travels are no more fun as I don’t have Santa by my side
I miss the train, I miss the tracks, I miss the yellow desert
I miss being 13, I miss the journey, I miss the warmth and comfort
I wonder if I’ll ever go back and step inside the train
That summer afternoon and the train journey is etched inside my brain
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Winds
Gusts of cold wind hit my face as I walk on the dry winter leaves
So many days, almost like an era, a time gone by with the memories I weave
The Wind was my friend, it always has been
Although this particular winter afternoon I am not very keen
Not very keen to turn back and look at the place I left
The time, the place, the happiness of which I am now bereft
The wind back then was my shadow which always surrounded me
On beaches I walked hand in hand and it never let me be
The dry sand beneath my feet was not wintery dry
It was always comfort and reassurance and everything I cannot buy
It asks me why you did it. Why did you run away?
You knew you wanted it then why didn’t you stay?
I have no answers and I can’t reply
Only a feeble moan saying I didn’t try
Didn’t try hard enough, the stakes were too high
I didn’t realize it back then, to myself I lie
I was scared to be lonely and lonely I am
Solitude is a drug and happiness is a sham
But the wind is innocent, full of questions
Will you go back? Go back and smile at the sun?
The sun was my partner, my partner in crime
Together we laughed and played the wind chimes
I will go back, go back to sunrise I say
I wait for an absolution, for a brilliant bright day
So many days, almost like an era, a time gone by with the memories I weave
The Wind was my friend, it always has been
Although this particular winter afternoon I am not very keen
Not very keen to turn back and look at the place I left
The time, the place, the happiness of which I am now bereft
The wind back then was my shadow which always surrounded me
On beaches I walked hand in hand and it never let me be
The dry sand beneath my feet was not wintery dry
It was always comfort and reassurance and everything I cannot buy
It asks me why you did it. Why did you run away?
You knew you wanted it then why didn’t you stay?
I have no answers and I can’t reply
Only a feeble moan saying I didn’t try
Didn’t try hard enough, the stakes were too high
I didn’t realize it back then, to myself I lie
I was scared to be lonely and lonely I am
Solitude is a drug and happiness is a sham
But the wind is innocent, full of questions
Will you go back? Go back and smile at the sun?
The sun was my partner, my partner in crime
Together we laughed and played the wind chimes
I will go back, go back to sunrise I say
I wait for an absolution, for a brilliant bright day
Monday, November 29, 2010
Silences
There comes a time in everybody’s life
when the forest of sadness becomes extremely dense
When there are words choked up in your throat
But it’s the silences your soul befriends
I never knew such silences existed in me
When were they born and spread inside me
I never knew that one day I would be incapable of a smile
Incapable of showing feelings I have harbored all this while
Everyone wants me to smile and be a part of the celebration
Little do they know that my calm surface is a mask, a deception.
A mask to hide the screams of silences inside
So the words come out like sunlight filtered through forest and only when I decide
Don’t poke me, probe me because you don’t know what you will get
Right now I am that part of me which I would want to forget
The other me which everybody loved is hidden and refuses to come out
It is battered, bruised and full of self doubt
when the forest of sadness becomes extremely dense
When there are words choked up in your throat
But it’s the silences your soul befriends
I never knew such silences existed in me
When were they born and spread inside me
I never knew that one day I would be incapable of a smile
Incapable of showing feelings I have harbored all this while
Everyone wants me to smile and be a part of the celebration
Little do they know that my calm surface is a mask, a deception.
A mask to hide the screams of silences inside
So the words come out like sunlight filtered through forest and only when I decide
Don’t poke me, probe me because you don’t know what you will get
Right now I am that part of me which I would want to forget
The other me which everybody loved is hidden and refuses to come out
It is battered, bruised and full of self doubt
A farewell note
A million words cannot describe ythe person you are
how you have affected lives from near and far
Hope as you move on you achieve what you desire
And continue to brim with the energy, enthusiasm and fire
There is not a lot that I can say to make you undestand
what is your value and where in our lives you stand
so just a parting thought to let you know
Preemita we will miss you and it is difficult to let you go
how you have affected lives from near and far
Hope as you move on you achieve what you desire
And continue to brim with the energy, enthusiasm and fire
There is not a lot that I can say to make you undestand
what is your value and where in our lives you stand
so just a parting thought to let you know
Preemita we will miss you and it is difficult to let you go
Monday, October 11, 2010
A message to the universe
Dear God,
I don’t need to tell you anything because everything that happens, happens because you will it to happen. But I want to ask of you something that is very important. And I know you will give it to me.
When I was clueless about my life and was in serious doubt about where I will land up you opened doors for me and I never looked back. Today when i think about it I realise that everything that I really really wanted was granted to me by you.
During MBA all my friends kept getting placed one by one and i thought I will never get a job not because there were no jobs but because I never thought i was capable of any of them. Serious self doubts clouded my perception but deep inside I never wanted any of those jobs. I could have died by now if I was working in some bank. But back then it was in my subconcious and I laid more emphasis on having a job than having a career but something inside kept mentally ticking off all the items that I didnt want. I knew what I didnt want but I never knew what I wanted. Finally when I got a job I was more than happy but even that happiness was shortlived because I realised whatever I was doing was not what I wanted (but again I didnt know what I WANTED).
I thank you for making me realise what I wanted and giving me the conviction to go after it. I finally landed where I wanted to but it wasnt easy. It was months of speculating, anxiety, convincing myself and convincing others and having faith in myslef and in the universe that IT WILL HAPPEN.
Before and after that a lot of times you kept reaffirming my faith in faith because I always got what i wanted..what I REALLY wanted. Not once or twice but everytime. Everytime I looked up at the sky talking to you, something inside always told me this will happen. Though nothing was ever easy it was always a long walk..a steep climb..unattainable yet attained. A problem that unfolded itself as a huge complex maize of roadblocks and possibilities was always broken down into small tasks that I could take on...how?? I dont know it just almost always happened. But ofcourse because I willed it to..I never said I cant but i always said i will 'one at a time'.
Somehow over the past few years I had forgotten how important it is to be positive about life, to want something so badly that the universe doesnt have the heart to not give it to you. Even in the darkest and most negative of situations one has to keep the faith alive, faith not only in the supreme power but faith in yourself.
But today when I write this to you I am where I have never been, I want something so badly like I never wanted anything and my faith in the universe which had somehow disappeared is back. I seek help from you and the universe to give me what I want because I swear I have never been so sure of anything. No matter how trying the circumstances are I will always smile and say no problem just keep going because at the end I know what awaits me.
Your's Faithfully
I don’t need to tell you anything because everything that happens, happens because you will it to happen. But I want to ask of you something that is very important. And I know you will give it to me.
When I was clueless about my life and was in serious doubt about where I will land up you opened doors for me and I never looked back. Today when i think about it I realise that everything that I really really wanted was granted to me by you.
During MBA all my friends kept getting placed one by one and i thought I will never get a job not because there were no jobs but because I never thought i was capable of any of them. Serious self doubts clouded my perception but deep inside I never wanted any of those jobs. I could have died by now if I was working in some bank. But back then it was in my subconcious and I laid more emphasis on having a job than having a career but something inside kept mentally ticking off all the items that I didnt want. I knew what I didnt want but I never knew what I wanted. Finally when I got a job I was more than happy but even that happiness was shortlived because I realised whatever I was doing was not what I wanted (but again I didnt know what I WANTED).
I thank you for making me realise what I wanted and giving me the conviction to go after it. I finally landed where I wanted to but it wasnt easy. It was months of speculating, anxiety, convincing myself and convincing others and having faith in myslef and in the universe that IT WILL HAPPEN.
Before and after that a lot of times you kept reaffirming my faith in faith because I always got what i wanted..what I REALLY wanted. Not once or twice but everytime. Everytime I looked up at the sky talking to you, something inside always told me this will happen. Though nothing was ever easy it was always a long walk..a steep climb..unattainable yet attained. A problem that unfolded itself as a huge complex maize of roadblocks and possibilities was always broken down into small tasks that I could take on...how?? I dont know it just almost always happened. But ofcourse because I willed it to..I never said I cant but i always said i will 'one at a time'.
Somehow over the past few years I had forgotten how important it is to be positive about life, to want something so badly that the universe doesnt have the heart to not give it to you. Even in the darkest and most negative of situations one has to keep the faith alive, faith not only in the supreme power but faith in yourself.
But today when I write this to you I am where I have never been, I want something so badly like I never wanted anything and my faith in the universe which had somehow disappeared is back. I seek help from you and the universe to give me what I want because I swear I have never been so sure of anything. No matter how trying the circumstances are I will always smile and say no problem just keep going because at the end I know what awaits me.
Your's Faithfully
Friday, July 2, 2010
Not worth it...
I was back in the same room
the helplessness, the despair,
a feeling of impending doom.
When I was trying hard to collect the pieces
God decided i wasnt that good an architect afterall.
He gave me a few and kept most of them.
But they were broken nonetheless after the fall.
I moved on with whatever I had,a feeling,
an experession and a resolution.
some love, some loss, some sadness and some confusion.
Its not like i hated my self
but it was difficult to love once again.
When I uncovered the layers all i found was a lot of pain.
I tried to smile but it wont come through.
The world which was once bright now had a sepia hue.
I wondered what did i do to deserve it.
and god said you act all important but its actually not worth it.
the helplessness, the despair,
a feeling of impending doom.
When I was trying hard to collect the pieces
God decided i wasnt that good an architect afterall.
He gave me a few and kept most of them.
But they were broken nonetheless after the fall.
I moved on with whatever I had,a feeling,
an experession and a resolution.
some love, some loss, some sadness and some confusion.
Its not like i hated my self
but it was difficult to love once again.
When I uncovered the layers all i found was a lot of pain.
I tried to smile but it wont come through.
The world which was once bright now had a sepia hue.
I wondered what did i do to deserve it.
and god said you act all important but its actually not worth it.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
The God of Fluff
"Its (the Maoist consumption) is more Gandhian than any Gandhian...Should I write a play, I wonder- Gandhi Get Your Gun? Or will I be lynched." As Arundhati Roy asks this question what I feel like answering is yes you should be lynched, though at the cost of sounding highly autochratic/non democratic. She is the Human Rights champion...the god mother (maybe) for the black sheeps (read Afzal Gurus and the naxalites..ofcourse she thinks otherwise) but i sometimes feel is she being paid to be the Mao mouthpiece. It is highly ironical that right after 76 CRPF jawans are killed in a well planned and efficeintly manouvered ambush she blames the governement for deploying forces in that region. Yet again when a bus load of passengers are brutally murdered she is up in arms against the government about government officials using public transport in the war zone (is there a charter anywhere that says officials from the govt. are not allowed to use public transport as it is highly risky for the local public in naxal infesetd areas) what logic...
She calls herself a human rights activist yet there was not even an ouch from her when the CRPF jawans were gunned down..were they not humans or did they not have a right to live because they belonged to the government machinery but when a maosit is killed anywhere bam she is up with the human rights flag. When 44 people are killed its allright because even if there were naxals behind it, it is the doing of the government as there were THREE govt employees travelling from that bus (who by the way should die as per Ms Roy because they do not support the Maoist cause).
The illogicity of her arguments leaves most of us confused. She was Ok with the Parliament house being blown up and innocent security gurds losing their lives. She did not have any issues about the lives of the entire Indian political top brass put to risk by this brazen attack but when Afzal Guru is awarded a death sentence after a fair trial she is up there again with her flag.I wont be surprised if she demands a mercy petition for Kasab tommorrow.
All this in the name of democracy and for the most undemocratic lot;people who use guns indiscriminately against poor citizens to gain an absolute control. Why does Arundhati Roy with her fashionable Booker prize winning sophistication have a soft corner for these trigger happy idiots or as PC says it is almost fashionable to support the rebels. What is their cause anyway?? They are anti anything which talks of development for the fear of losing control. If they want those regions to flourish (that they say is their cause) why do they blow up schools, why do they not allow roads to be built, why dont they allow fair elections. They are not by any measure less than those border infiltrating terrorists who cross border to spread terror, these naxals on the other hand spread terrror and then run away across the Bangladeshi fence.
Why is it ok for government to use NSG commandoes against the 26/11 terrorists but not use army or IAF against the naxals. The argument is should a country use its forces against its own civilians but are they acting as poor civilians. Their ways of killing people is not civil, the way they terrorise the local population, live in their houses and eat their food is not civil and the way they kill their own jawans is certainly not civil.
The likes of Arundhati Roy find it glamorous to wine and dine with the comerades and then wrtite essays but they have nothing to do whatsoever with civil rights or human rights.
She calls herself a human rights activist yet there was not even an ouch from her when the CRPF jawans were gunned down..were they not humans or did they not have a right to live because they belonged to the government machinery but when a maosit is killed anywhere bam she is up with the human rights flag. When 44 people are killed its allright because even if there were naxals behind it, it is the doing of the government as there were THREE govt employees travelling from that bus (who by the way should die as per Ms Roy because they do not support the Maoist cause).
The illogicity of her arguments leaves most of us confused. She was Ok with the Parliament house being blown up and innocent security gurds losing their lives. She did not have any issues about the lives of the entire Indian political top brass put to risk by this brazen attack but when Afzal Guru is awarded a death sentence after a fair trial she is up there again with her flag.I wont be surprised if she demands a mercy petition for Kasab tommorrow.
All this in the name of democracy and for the most undemocratic lot;people who use guns indiscriminately against poor citizens to gain an absolute control. Why does Arundhati Roy with her fashionable Booker prize winning sophistication have a soft corner for these trigger happy idiots or as PC says it is almost fashionable to support the rebels. What is their cause anyway?? They are anti anything which talks of development for the fear of losing control. If they want those regions to flourish (that they say is their cause) why do they blow up schools, why do they not allow roads to be built, why dont they allow fair elections. They are not by any measure less than those border infiltrating terrorists who cross border to spread terror, these naxals on the other hand spread terrror and then run away across the Bangladeshi fence.
Why is it ok for government to use NSG commandoes against the 26/11 terrorists but not use army or IAF against the naxals. The argument is should a country use its forces against its own civilians but are they acting as poor civilians. Their ways of killing people is not civil, the way they terrorise the local population, live in their houses and eat their food is not civil and the way they kill their own jawans is certainly not civil.
The likes of Arundhati Roy find it glamorous to wine and dine with the comerades and then wrtite essays but they have nothing to do whatsoever with civil rights or human rights.
Yes you are guilty...Really???
People might hang me for saying this but i feel sad and even sorry for Ajmal Kasab.Yes he killed 7 people and yes he waged a war against India but it was not his war. He just fell prey to temptation and probably a lot of brainwashing. The same kind of brainwashing which led a seemingly educated engineer to ram an aircraft in the World Trade Center.
Indians will feel happy and satisfied if he is sentenced to death. Infact keeping him alive wont help either because that again will burn holes in the Indian exchequer. But the point is what will his death or even Afzal Guru's death for that matter achieve. Dhananjoy was given a death sentence in a rape case but did that stop rape incidents across the country?
Ajmal Kasab will be killed. That is his fate. Now either he will be hanged or if he is awarded anything less than a death penality, will be 'encountered' by some Daya Nayak kind of cop who will feel cheated by the Indian Judiciary. In any case it will be in the interest of India to hang him else we may have another IC 814 soon, with kasab's bosses demanding his return for the some 200 innocent lives onboard an aircraft parked 'safely' in some hostile nation.
Though I have new found respect for the police now. They have shown exemplary restraint by keeping Ajmal Kasab alive at any cost (Rs 31 crores/month). It would have been painful for them to keep the same man safe and healthy who killed or was responsible for the death of so many of their own colleagues and so easy for them to kill him in a fit of rage.
Whatever the case may be the question remains the same even if all the 26/11 terrorist had been caught alive and tried and then sentenced to death would it have solved India's problem. Would it have ensured that there will be no more 26/11s in the country. We still would have been kowtowing before the US, and instead of doing what we are supposed to do in such a situation still be trying to convince US that it(26/11) indeed happend and it was done by Pakistan.
Indians will feel happy and satisfied if he is sentenced to death. Infact keeping him alive wont help either because that again will burn holes in the Indian exchequer. But the point is what will his death or even Afzal Guru's death for that matter achieve. Dhananjoy was given a death sentence in a rape case but did that stop rape incidents across the country?
Ajmal Kasab will be killed. That is his fate. Now either he will be hanged or if he is awarded anything less than a death penality, will be 'encountered' by some Daya Nayak kind of cop who will feel cheated by the Indian Judiciary. In any case it will be in the interest of India to hang him else we may have another IC 814 soon, with kasab's bosses demanding his return for the some 200 innocent lives onboard an aircraft parked 'safely' in some hostile nation.
Though I have new found respect for the police now. They have shown exemplary restraint by keeping Ajmal Kasab alive at any cost (Rs 31 crores/month). It would have been painful for them to keep the same man safe and healthy who killed or was responsible for the death of so many of their own colleagues and so easy for them to kill him in a fit of rage.
Whatever the case may be the question remains the same even if all the 26/11 terrorist had been caught alive and tried and then sentenced to death would it have solved India's problem. Would it have ensured that there will be no more 26/11s in the country. We still would have been kowtowing before the US, and instead of doing what we are supposed to do in such a situation still be trying to convince US that it(26/11) indeed happend and it was done by Pakistan.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
When life sucks...
When we cant get enough we learn to give
When we cant die we learn to live
When we dont see light and darkness is all around
Hold on and pray because soon it will be light abound
When the your spirits plummet with sadness and despair
There is always an angel who helps you pull through,
who enlivens the air
When we cant decide which way to go
There is always someone who leads the way sure but slow
When we want the pain to end but cant let go of the past
Thats when we learn to smile through it all beacause its the pain our will outlasts
When we cant die we learn to live
When we dont see light and darkness is all around
Hold on and pray because soon it will be light abound
When the your spirits plummet with sadness and despair
There is always an angel who helps you pull through,
who enlivens the air
When we cant decide which way to go
There is always someone who leads the way sure but slow
When we want the pain to end but cant let go of the past
Thats when we learn to smile through it all beacause its the pain our will outlasts
An ode to childhood
I wish i was back to being a 10 year old
The summer vacations and stories grandma told
A house full of of cousins, the games that we played
Ice creams, choclates, sweets and lemonade
Moonlit nights, sun kissed noons
Hide and seek in the sun and poker in the moon
Homework that we hated, school all forgotten
candies made of ice and candies made of cotton
All seems like a dream but memories behold
I wish I was back to being a 10 year old
A special dedication to my bhai bandhus especially Mr. Arvind Mishra :)
The summer vacations and stories grandma told
A house full of of cousins, the games that we played
Ice creams, choclates, sweets and lemonade
Moonlit nights, sun kissed noons
Hide and seek in the sun and poker in the moon
Homework that we hated, school all forgotten
candies made of ice and candies made of cotton
All seems like a dream but memories behold
I wish I was back to being a 10 year old
A special dedication to my bhai bandhus especially Mr. Arvind Mishra :)
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
The Story of our life…
The walk is long, it goes on and on,
and it all ends in vain,
the forever kind of pain
The thoughts emerge and it hurts,
there is no way to complain,
the forever kind of pain
Forgotten and lost, forgiven the thoughts,
and then there is life left to blame,
the forever kind of pain
The forest and the greens and all things serene,
yet all is same,
the forever kind of pain
We stand one way and one voice to pray,
then god won’t play the game,
the forever kind of pain
The sand and the sea, the places where we could be,
the memories remain,
the forever kind of pain
Touch those lips, we would have to give,
all that retained,
the forever kind of pain
The life that they live, the happiness it gives,
a perfect frame,
the forever kind of pain
The speed that there is, the fall that thrills,
it kills to be insane,
the forever kind of pain
(you and me)
Thursday, March 11, 2010
How certain events, songs , fragarances trigger a rush of memories....that song today reminded me of that day...it was 1 at night..we were returning home after watching a movie..the streets were quiet..the city was aslpeep deep in slumber...and my head was full of thoughts...snuggling cozily next to him half awake half asleep in the auto..somewhere in the corner of my mind this nagging thought was always there..how much time was left..how many days were left...no one had an answer to this question..we didnt knew when and how much but we knew none of us wanted this to end..i could smell the air...the city always smelled of jasmine flowers...and i loved roaming in the streets at night wiith him...it made me feel very liberated somehow like that time of the night and the streets at that time of night belonged to me....holding his hand tightly i didnt want to let it go...still i knew someday I will have to...
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Of Monkeys and Tigers...
Nothing much to say really...For now life is like an endless wait so just waiting for this wait to get over..
SO while I wait I cant help but notice the great game of religion, politics, religious politics, nationalism, anti nationalism and patirotism.
1) Lets start with the vaanar (oops shiv) sena...
Ofcourse the Tiger wakes up and realises that the cub that got seperated from the clan long back has grown up and is now a loner but with his own set of followers (ofcourse every big cat has the right to be the king of the jungle even if we dont really need one). So yes the tiger realises that the loner cub is claiming a right to everything including a share in the game and his share is getting bigger day by day. What does the tiger do...well he cant do much because one he is old and two all these years he was so oblivious to a parallel kingdom being built in his own jungle that he didnt quite see this coming and has no strategy to counter it. So all he does is roar. (I wish we could add these paper tigers to the real tiger count of 1411 or atleast make them campaign for the real ones)
When MNS is claiming Mumbai to be for marathi Manoos and only marathi manoos there is a fine print there. Actually it is claiming its own right over Mumbai over the likes of Shiv Sena, BJP and COngress. Its claims have got nothing to do with marathi or for any asmita really, its all about "Brace yourself I have arrived". So while MNS gundas beat the crap out of Uttar Bhartiyas (read taxi wallas, construction labourers and people doing similar jobs coz they wont dare touch the upmarket educated class) shiv sena thinks they they will have to make bigger noise so what do they do... roar at the stalwarts Tendulakar, Ambani, and another king in the Mumbai Jungle SRK..and for what...well they simply didnt like the these people saying "Mumbai is for all Indians'.
Well so let us for once agree to Shiv Sena, maharashtra Navnirman Sena and any other Sena that we might see in future (mu guess is they will come up with Andheri Sena, Ghatkopar sena, Bandra Sena and Parel sena next). Lets believe that Mumbai or even Maharashtra is only for Marathis and so no non marathi should stay there (that is what they want right) So lets start throwing all the nms out of MH and lets see how many people will actually leave
From Bollywood
1)The Bachchans
2)SRK
4)The other Khans and Khannas
5)Rekha
6)Preity Zinta
7)All the Shettys (well we have shilpa, shamita, sunil and Rohit Shetty of Golmal fame)
8)The Kapoors
9)Jon Abraham
10)The Bong babes (can u afford to let Bipasha, konkana, riya, raima, and any other bong babes go)
11)The Deols
12)The Johars
13)The Chopras
14)lets count in all non marathis not mentioned above I dont remember all of them ya)
Man this means they should relocate the entire Bollywood to a safer location then..Can Mumbai afford to let these people go..can you Mumbai??
What will happen to the thouasand of locals who earn their livelihood from Bollywood and needless to mention that if bollywood goes the tellywood also moves because the Smriti Iranis and the other dotable daughter in laws of the telly world are also not marathis.
Also there will be no more glamour on Bandra Band Stand as there will be no more star bunglows and apartnments
The corporate Bigshots
1)The Mahindras
2)The Ambanis
3)The Godrejs
4)The Birlas
5)The Tatas
6)The Wadias
Should I mention anymore...can you afford to lose these gyus Mumbai..can you?? After all these corporate hotshots leave i dont think we will need places which have ridiculously expensive real estate prices like Nariman Point, Fort, Churchgate etc. and then again what will happen to those millions of middle class educated folks who work in these corporate houses.
The Gujratis,the Marwadis the Parsi and Baniya community..with all their moolah, their stocks and traders and the jewellery..I cant even imagine but yes we will have to relocate Dalal street...Mumbai are you ready for THAT????
And ofcourse the innumerable settlers from all over the country who earn their living from this city but also contribute in its growth.
Do you have enough number of 'Indigenous' marathis who can work in Mills, as construction labours, rickshaw pullers, auto drivers, taxi drivers..If that was the case why did the outsiders get jobs to begin with...if that was the case there should have been no jobs...there was a demand hence the supply..
Why this hue and cry over North Indians being responsible for the Marathi Plight....are they also responsible for the farmers' suicides in the Vidarbha region..what has MNs and Shiv Sena done to help their marathi manoos there.
If we should allow such seperatist parties and ideologies then I say why do we blame Pakistan....and the Jehadi groups..they are also doing what MNS and Shiv Sena are doing supporting their community even if it means killing millions of non muslims...and then we should gladly hand over Kashmir to Pakistan coz the seperatists chased all the non muslims (read kashmiri pandits) out of the valley and the majority Muslim population wouldnt mind being a part of the Islamic Pakistan.
Raj Thackrey i feel needs medical attention (well so does Bal Thackrey but purely coz he now old.).Raj on the other hand needs a Psychiatrist who can put some sense in him.
SO while I wait I cant help but notice the great game of religion, politics, religious politics, nationalism, anti nationalism and patirotism.
1) Lets start with the vaanar (oops shiv) sena...
Ofcourse the Tiger wakes up and realises that the cub that got seperated from the clan long back has grown up and is now a loner but with his own set of followers (ofcourse every big cat has the right to be the king of the jungle even if we dont really need one). So yes the tiger realises that the loner cub is claiming a right to everything including a share in the game and his share is getting bigger day by day. What does the tiger do...well he cant do much because one he is old and two all these years he was so oblivious to a parallel kingdom being built in his own jungle that he didnt quite see this coming and has no strategy to counter it. So all he does is roar. (I wish we could add these paper tigers to the real tiger count of 1411 or atleast make them campaign for the real ones)
When MNS is claiming Mumbai to be for marathi Manoos and only marathi manoos there is a fine print there. Actually it is claiming its own right over Mumbai over the likes of Shiv Sena, BJP and COngress. Its claims have got nothing to do with marathi or for any asmita really, its all about "Brace yourself I have arrived". So while MNS gundas beat the crap out of Uttar Bhartiyas (read taxi wallas, construction labourers and people doing similar jobs coz they wont dare touch the upmarket educated class) shiv sena thinks they they will have to make bigger noise so what do they do... roar at the stalwarts Tendulakar, Ambani, and another king in the Mumbai Jungle SRK..and for what...well they simply didnt like the these people saying "Mumbai is for all Indians'.
Well so let us for once agree to Shiv Sena, maharashtra Navnirman Sena and any other Sena that we might see in future (mu guess is they will come up with Andheri Sena, Ghatkopar sena, Bandra Sena and Parel sena next). Lets believe that Mumbai or even Maharashtra is only for Marathis and so no non marathi should stay there (that is what they want right) So lets start throwing all the nms out of MH and lets see how many people will actually leave
From Bollywood
1)The Bachchans
2)SRK
4)The other Khans and Khannas
5)Rekha
6)Preity Zinta
7)All the Shettys (well we have shilpa, shamita, sunil and Rohit Shetty of Golmal fame)
8)The Kapoors
9)Jon Abraham
10)The Bong babes (can u afford to let Bipasha, konkana, riya, raima, and any other bong babes go)
11)The Deols
12)The Johars
13)The Chopras
14)lets count in all non marathis not mentioned above I dont remember all of them ya)
Man this means they should relocate the entire Bollywood to a safer location then..Can Mumbai afford to let these people go..can you Mumbai??
What will happen to the thouasand of locals who earn their livelihood from Bollywood and needless to mention that if bollywood goes the tellywood also moves because the Smriti Iranis and the other dotable daughter in laws of the telly world are also not marathis.
Also there will be no more glamour on Bandra Band Stand as there will be no more star bunglows and apartnments
The corporate Bigshots
1)The Mahindras
2)The Ambanis
3)The Godrejs
4)The Birlas
5)The Tatas
6)The Wadias
Should I mention anymore...can you afford to lose these gyus Mumbai..can you?? After all these corporate hotshots leave i dont think we will need places which have ridiculously expensive real estate prices like Nariman Point, Fort, Churchgate etc. and then again what will happen to those millions of middle class educated folks who work in these corporate houses.
The Gujratis,the Marwadis the Parsi and Baniya community..with all their moolah, their stocks and traders and the jewellery..I cant even imagine but yes we will have to relocate Dalal street...Mumbai are you ready for THAT????
And ofcourse the innumerable settlers from all over the country who earn their living from this city but also contribute in its growth.
Do you have enough number of 'Indigenous' marathis who can work in Mills, as construction labours, rickshaw pullers, auto drivers, taxi drivers..If that was the case why did the outsiders get jobs to begin with...if that was the case there should have been no jobs...there was a demand hence the supply..
Why this hue and cry over North Indians being responsible for the Marathi Plight....are they also responsible for the farmers' suicides in the Vidarbha region..what has MNs and Shiv Sena done to help their marathi manoos there.
If we should allow such seperatist parties and ideologies then I say why do we blame Pakistan....and the Jehadi groups..they are also doing what MNS and Shiv Sena are doing supporting their community even if it means killing millions of non muslims...and then we should gladly hand over Kashmir to Pakistan coz the seperatists chased all the non muslims (read kashmiri pandits) out of the valley and the majority Muslim population wouldnt mind being a part of the Islamic Pakistan.
Raj Thackrey i feel needs medical attention (well so does Bal Thackrey but purely coz he now old.).Raj on the other hand needs a Psychiatrist who can put some sense in him.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
The Circle of Life
Meeting someone after so many years can be unnerving. Especially if that someone was a very close friend and then something happens you went your way and they went theirs. The silences after the customary exchanges are awkward as you are not sure what to ask next...have they moved on from a past relationship, are they still worried about their weight, do they still read, is it ok if you call them by the nickname you used back then, is it ok to behave like you use to. So many question in your mind and on top of that you have certain secrets which need to be disclosed because somewhere you feel it wasnt your fault and they should know it now...should you reveal or should you kep quiet thinking about the effect such a revealation might have on them..is there any point now after so many years...or do you still value the association that you had long back and feel that this is the person you have shared every secret..every wound, pain,trauma, happiness and so many things and so this person deserves to know the truth..
Sometimes life takes you back to a point where you cant decide if you have to go ahead, step back or stay glued to the spot, take lead or be lead..tell the truth or stay mum...lend a hand or not..clear the doubts or let them be...
And even after all this thinking you cant decide so you let things take their own course and move the way they are moving...
Sometimes life takes you back to a point where you cant decide if you have to go ahead, step back or stay glued to the spot, take lead or be lead..tell the truth or stay mum...lend a hand or not..clear the doubts or let them be...
And even after all this thinking you cant decide so you let things take their own course and move the way they are moving...
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