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Meet Aniruddh~~`Let's Catch Butterflies & Paint the Sky in Smile`~~ July 27 City of JoYWhen u stand outside the station bus-stand and stranger pats u shoulder and smiles, "Bhaari bag, kottheke asha hocche (Such a heavy bag, where r u coming from?", u know u r in Calcutta. When a mother drops her little child on ur lap in a crowed bus and says, "Ektu dekhun na bhai, baddo naughty (please take care of him, he's very naughty)", u know u r in Calcutta. When u see a couple looking here and there and settling at a little kiss followed by a 'we-just-did-it' look, u know u r in Calcutta. When u get a solid elbow push on ur neck just to look back and see a sweaty stranger grinning, "Uff.. ja bhir (oh, what a rush)", u know u r in calcutta. When u get a long-lost friend's call suddenly calling and asking, "Ei kota thaka dhar dibi? pocket akdom khaali (hey, lend me some bucks dude, am completely broke)", u know u r in Calcutta. When u see a couple walking in a mall with the girl's eyes busy window-shopping and guy's eyes busy at window-girls-shopping, u know u r in Calcutta. When u hear a friend saying, "Chal, ak kaap chaa kheye aasi, monta anekkhon dhore chaa chaa korche (Let's go for a cup of tea, am really tea-thirsty", u know u r in Calcutta. When u bump onto a street-side vendor and feel like devouring 20 phuchkaas even after a heavy lunch, u know u r in Calcutta. When u r stuck in heavy jam with 500 people shouting "cholche na cholbe na", u know u r in Calcutta. When u land urself in an obscure bar and get a complementory plate of chaana/papad with a beer, u know u r in Calcutta. I love this city! I just love this city!! I'm sooo happy to be HOME... finallY :) :) July 22 On the RoaDI don’t know why, roads have always fascinated me. No, I didn’t mean from a traveler’s point of view. Rather, my view towards roads is quite ‘static’ in nature. Thanks to my infamous sutta-breaks, whenever I get a little time-break (not that I’m always busy otherwise), I keep staring at the roads and marvel by the sheer beauty of it. Take today’s example. I was idle for some time and I thought of spending those moments with Classic Regular and road in front of my office. So I neared the road, and started listening. Yes, I started listening to the half-sentences that I could gather from the people, racing past me on foot or on their bi-cycles or motor-cycles. I’m trying to pen them down as I could remember (I don’t guarantee absolute continuity though, thanks to my horrible memory). So the words flowed like this –
‘Barish ka alag hi maza hai’ ‘Bhopal kaafi badal gayi hai yaar’ ‘Shala, main toh kehta hoon har roj party karni chahiye’ ‘New Market me dukan hai mera… stationary dukan.’ ‘Aap toh sir milte hi nehin.. kahan rehte ho aajkaal?’ ‘Mera ek bhi kapda nehin sukha… eh walla bhi bheegi hai’ ‘Is walle road pe jam abhi kam ho gaya hai’ ‘Chutiya kyun bana raha hai.. Chinese model ko asli Nokia bata raha hai!’ ‘Mummy, fridge me jo cake tha, who khatam ho gaya hai kya?’ ‘Dhatteriki… eh bike hamesha ghar ghar awaz karti hai…’ ‘Jo ulta kaam karega who kuttey ka maut marega.. mera kya?’ ‘Tum parso milogi na? pakka promise?’
On a casual note, these sentences or half-sentences might not make any sense… but kindly read them back and try to feel how life is moving on around us. Who are we? Why are we so caught up amongst ourselves? Why can’t we see the lives around us as they are? Why are we so oblivious of the lives around? Is my life the end of life to me? Can I always stand alone and live by myself, without any heed to the lives around? I don’t know whether I’m making any sense. Basically, I don’t even care. But what I mean to say is, pick up any of these sentences and try to complete the conversation. What if those words were told to you? What would’ve been your response to it? What end would your conversation have reached? Streams of life flowing around us and we’re so isolated within our self-confinement of I-solation… I wish, I could reach out to those people and be a part of their lives. But alas, my cigarette was over… July 20 Notes of a Cynical IndianI risk sounding judgmental, at large, bizarre here, but that won’t be able to stop me from airing my voice. For last one decade, I’ve been completely irritated on an absurd phenomenon creeping into our so-called ‘classy’ class’ minds. I name this phenomenon as ‘holier-isolation’. To put it in simple words, I take the case of few exceptional ‘Indians’. What about those Indians who always suffer from a colonial hangover? I mean, I’ve met and fought with many Indians, residing abroad, who visit India and at every point of their conversations, try to deny any Indianness in them. They’ll go on saying, how ‘Indian mentality’ sucks, how our societal framework is callous, how our leaders are corrupt, how our future is bleak, how ignorant we’re about the ‘real’ happening world and so on!! While talking to them, many ‘wanna-be’ Indians nod their heads and would say, “Sahi hai yaar… hamare yahan toh kuch nehin hone walla hai!!” So basically, those NRIs are just not Indians while they are in India. Fare enough! But my question is – what changes when they’re abroad? Why, every time, they face any problem abroad, they take the shelter of ‘Indian’ identity? When an Indian student, studying in any 3rd grade university of the US, UK or Australia comes to India, he just can’t pronounce English in Indian way!!! Many of them pretend that they’ve forgotten Hindi and stamp it as, “Sorry dude, am grossly out-a-touch o’ the Indzian ways, you know!” Cool enough! But when the same student faces racist attack in Australia, he keeps crying out his ‘Indian-victimhood’. An Indian will eagerly, if not happily, wash dishes or clean floors in food joints abroad, but India, he/she just go mad of the domestic help, at the drop of the hat! An Indian will eagerly, if not happily, drive a cab abroad, but in India, he just can’t stand our transportation system! And Indian girl will go for a strict 9am-11am study-work regime abroad, but in India, she just can’t wake up before 12. And Indian would eagerly, if not happily, start running every time he/she spots an immigration officer, but in India, he/she will not even bother to wear seatbelt or hell mate! Personally, I just can’t stand these jerks. I’m proud of my country and this Indian identity. Yes, we’ve many problems, far too many than many other countries. Many of such problems frustrate me to the core, but nevertheless, they never pose a question mark before my love for this country or for everything that is Indian. I don’t know whether you guys will agree with me, but I request you not to value anyone, however Indian his/her surname is, if that person doesn’t value our (as a matter of fact, his/her) country! And I hate it when Indian newspapers go gaga about any NRI doing great in life abroad. I mean, give me a break. One day, I read all the newspapers saying – TIME magazine says, “Dr. Manmohan Singh has changed the lives of millions in India.” So? Big deal? We know who Dr. Singh is and what his qualities are. We value him in our way. Why do we have to so excited about TIME uttering the words which are already proven a zillion times in India itself? Funny how anything foreign is so sexy to us!!! Typical colonial hangover! The latest case in point is Mr. Amartya Sen, who feels ‘sad’ being called an ‘Asian’ on international ground. Ahan, and we value the same Sen-babu as Indian treasure! Is that why we’ve got a headline today which says – “I feel at home when I’m in India – Hillary Clinton” ???! Think about it! Guys, think about it, in the history of civilizations, we’ll never be able to take FILMFARE to bigger height if Oscar is all we care about! We’ll never be able to make Bharat-Ratna the biggest achievement if Nobel is our limit. We’ll never be able to make National Games the biggest if Olympics is all that we get awed at! I’m not saying, India is ready to create such History now. But no country gets it on the platter. Everyone earns it. So will we, provided we set out minds on the right track! If the US could do what it has done, if Australia could become what it is now and in Japan could be what it has become, then we could be what we already WERE – the glorious, the oldest, the grandest, the greatest civilization – India!!! Look back in the past, shape the present, future will be ours. But it all starts with the right mind-set! Let’s not corrupt our minds in colonial hangover… let’s believe in India and let’s believe in ourselves! Jai Hind! July 14 Shobha De.. Rokkha De!!!Yes, I religiously hate this lady. I mean, she is the only person who kills almost all of my Sunday pleasures. Her irritating, baseless, ego-centric and illiterate columns, published on every Sunday Times of India, as POLITICALLY INCORRECT, are garbage at its best! Just read on few of titles of her columns –
Political babes in the woods The 'new' desi girl is here, don't mess with her Bollywood bachao! Mind your lingo Taslima, go home
All these columns are full of ego-centric blabbering of a perfect wanna-be Ex-page-3 loser! I fell and believe, her sole aim is to pick up any one of the happening personalities, who gets any kind of highlight by media, and bash that person with typical Shobhaa De venom. If these stupid and irritating titles weren’t enough, dare to read any of her columns; I assure, once you’re done reading one (which itself is a difficult task), you’ll be left with a peculiar sense of guilt in your mind, fueled by one question – ‘Was I really out of my mind that I decided to read her?’
This week, she broke all her records and went on comparing the Union Budget presented by Mr. Pranab Mukherjee, with none other than the baseless Kambakth Ishq. In the whole article, she didn’t utter a word about the merit or demerit of the budget and its plans (that didn’t surprise me given the ocean of knowledge that she has). The entire article was on Pranab Mukherjee’s pronunciation-error. No wonder, she finds Mr. P Chidambaram as the ‘sexiest man in India’!!!
Starting from her comments on Jhumpa Lahiri, Taslima Nasrin, Saurav Ganguly, MS Dhoni till her nonsensical blabbering on terror attacks in India – she has proved it again and again, that she is absolute embodiment of a good-for-nothing jealous figure.
If Times group really cares about its readers and their opinion (if not its own money), it should immediately cancel the contract with Mrs. De. It’s a national embarrassment to see that stupid lady sharing the same page with great columnists like Swami Ankleshwar Iyer and Swapan Dasgupta. She was at her best as an editor of Stardust. Someone please ask her to blow her dust there. She is a woman who can teach only one lesson to Indian Women - ‘What Women Should Not Be Like’!!!
July 11 Bhopaling ;)1. Rain 2. Beer 3. News 4. New Home 5. Old Hindi Movies 6. Coldplay 7. Facebook 8. Professional Fights 9. PJs 10. LOVE
That's how I'm these days... ;) ;) June 11 :)u know... i really like the silence...
i mean, it's so much of me
i really like the ice, and its coldness...
i mean, it's so much of me...
so, goodbye!
:D :D May 02 A.W.A.Y.What is it that you can do, if I take away the little-left life? If I stand defeated in the mirror, if I shut my door to myself… What is it that you can do?
What is it that you can say, if I scream out loud? If I ask them to stay away, or if I choose to be silent… What is it that you can feel?
What is it that you have ever done, to Ease the chocking breath? To Palm my forehead burning in fever, to Speak the hidden lies out? What is it that you have ever done?
So, stay away you, stay away, when I say it’s over, when I say I don’t need your cover, when I push you away… so far away… So, stay away you… just stay away.
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Farah Halimwrote:
u waiting for encouragement? havnt heard from you since some time now.. whats up? travelling?
and yeah, got some certificates, whoz online logos have put up on my site.. in someway you have iinspired me to keep up with msn blog that i once started with so much excitement and would visit it day in and out.. its still a treasure that i cherish.. wanted to get in touch with older friends but somehow have lost access to their blogs.. keep good! - Farah
Nov. 25
Sushmitawrote:
Very nice Aniruddh. I found you through Rumadi's site, and loved reading your entries... especially your last two. Very insightful yet simply executed. I look forward to visiting your page more often!
Cheers,
Mimi
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Mary tresawrote:
Hi,
~~`Let's Catch Butterflies & Paint the Sky in Smile`~~...... thats really a beautiful line. And oh I agree.. loneliness ( solitude... on a more optimistic note) is really divine.And I would like to add u as a friend. Sent u a Friend request. Hope to hear from u soon. Cheers!!!
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