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It was a fine evening, as little Scott came running towards his father, John.

“So what have you wished for this Christmas, Scott?” John asked seeing his happy face.

“I can’t wait for Santa. Can I get a school bag?” Scott asked.

“But why? You already have one!” John wondered.

“But Sam doesn’t. Even Santa didn’t give him anything last year!”

Sam was their maid’s son. John left the home with a smile. Scott had grown up it seemed.

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Be a Santa this Christmas!

I wonder why I didn’t say it enough earlier. Probably you always made it look like it wasn’t required. David thought to himself. That’s what he wanted to write. He didn’t have enough courage to say it. It was hard for him to pen down on all his feelings. Not only was it the first time he was actually writing something, expressing so much was also new to him.

He continued to write.
“It was you who always said it’s never too late to do or say anything. Hope you’ll understand the reason I am late as well. I remember how you used to take care of me when I was a kid. I didn’t even realize you had to cut down your budgets just to get me that video game I always wanted. We were poor, even my daily milk was a liability on us. I don’t know why I never thought that why we stopped getting newspaper the day I took admission to middle school. The only thing I knew was how to start crying when I liked something someone else had and I didn’t. I never thought what all father had to go through to earn that much money so that you could get that thing to me. From ice creams to that batman dress, I think I used to cry a lot!”
A little smile crept David’s face as he remembered himself wearing that batman dress. It soon vanished when he also remembered how his mother wanted to take his picture in that but they didn’t have a camera.

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He glanced at the letter once… then resumed…

“I’ve heard many people say that their mother is the best in the world. And probably they’re all right. After all, who except a mother can bear so much pain for so many months and then continue not to give up when it crosses the excruciating limits while giving birth. And that is the only time when someone coming from so much pain smiles seeing the result of it. A child, no matter how thankful and loving, can’t ever payback what his parents do for him. You did that all for me, and never made me feel anything even once.
When I wanted to go out of town for higher studies, you cried that day. The pain of separation from me was unbearable for you. But you didn’t let me know about that. For me you were always that strong woman who could fight the world for me and not let me feel a thing. It’s only today I know all of that.

Sometimes I think why did I not realize this, when I was sensible enough to realize what I wanted for my life and how to take my career forward. Hell… I even made sure my girlfriend was always happy. Why did you, the only one who always unconditionally loved me, have to face all that!?

I was successful… Probably more than you ever wished for. This success wouldn’t have been possible if it wasn’t for you, who made sure I never lacked courage in my life. But still, you weren’t the first one to know when I got my first client in business. I am not sure if a sorry would fill up even a bit of the huge void I created in all this time… but I want to know what I can do. I am clueless ma! And ironically, you’re the only one I can look up to.”

His eyes were moist by this time. Although he was happy inside that finally he was letting it all out.

“Just like many other kids in the world, I was selfish, senseless and not as loving as you. In the shadow of your love, I probably never saw what the actual heat of hardships felt like. Despite of all those troubles, you gave me all you could. And foolish me, I thought sending you money once I earn enough of it was enough to repay all you did for me.

Now that I think about it, I couldn’t even repay that with my life.

I know it is too selfish of me to ask something even now, the time when I feel you deserved a lot better than what I did. But I am still going to be that stupid kid one more time, and say it. I need you. I am too sad ma…! Just solve everything like you always did.”

David still thought it was incomplete. Then he wrote one last line. “I brought your favorite flowers, lilies. Love you.”

David got up, went a little forward and put the letter down; on his mother’s grave. He looked at it; a little tear fell down from his eyes on to the letter, completing it now.

 

A story in two versions, from a son and a mother’s angle. 100 words each, read on 🙂

 

“So what’s in dinner today?” He asked his mother.

The way he had worked and not eaten anything the entire day just to earn that daily wage of 100 rupees was too much to do for any normal person.

She served the three chapatis and potato curry on a plate to him. This was the only thing she could afford making in such a small budget.

Disappointed, he looked at her, finished it and went to sleep in a sad mood. He wanted to ask for some milk, but didn’t, thinking that she might have given it to his sister.

 

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“So what’s in dinner today?” Her son asked.

She gave him the potato curry and three chapatis.

He has worked so hard, I wish I could make something better!” She thought.

Suddenly his expressions changed showing his disappointment with the food.

She almost cried inside but made sure it didn’t show. She wanted to offer him some milk, but couldn’t as she didn’t have enough money to buy it.

He went to sleep. She went to sleep too, skipping her dinner. For two days she hadn’t eaten anything, but her son just had dinner. Maybe she’ll make him something better tomorrow.

 

“Mother’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.” – Erich Fromm

This blogpost is a little different. It’s about an experience. Something I, rather, we felt. Remember “Like a dream” the post where I told you the story of my placement? In our first interaction with the company officials, we were told that together, we can make a difference. I was even made in-charge of that small initiative we had to take. How? we didn’t know, but we were definitely ready for it.

Many things were there in our mind, but everything would have been confined to the college campus. Would have been big, but not significant. Then we came up with this amazing idea of going to the place where we can actually make a lasting & meaningful impact; A school. Nothing could be better than telling the little kids- our future; how important it is to respect women in the society.

The government school in our college was the perfect place for this. We took the permission one day prior, made an interactive and interesting presentation, bought a lot of chocolates and went to the school on 8th of March, i.e, the women’s day. The number of children present was beyond our expectations which increased our confidence even more. To accompany the 13 of us, were some friends and a few juniors from our college.

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Once the presentation started, the response of the kids was amazing. They were in no way less than any other school kid of their age. In fact they sounded more appreciative and excited with the whole event.

We showed students different photos of female achievers, asked questions about them, told many unknown facts and gave chocolates to everyone who answered correctly.

Then started the best part; two kids showed us a beautiful dance performance which was definitely at the level of professional dancers. A few sang, a few recited good poems, some gave little speeches and some showed extraordinary talents when it comes to reciting mathematical tables (table of 18 for a second class student is definitely tough!)

The evening was concluded by a musical performance from our side for the children (best part, they sang with us! )

Not only were we amazed by the talent, we were happy to see that out of the hundreds, it was the girls who were more responsive and confident in all their endeavors. We could see the face of a confident Indian woman in each one of them.

It was definitely a refreshing change for our materialistic minds where we could see the happiness on every child’s face.

In the end, when we asked about the learning from presentation; one kid along with many of his friends stood up and literally took an oath that they’d respect woman and never do anything that is against the very fact.

When we were about to leave, they asked us if we’d come back. And all of us nodded happily and said “soon”. And I guess we will come back soon. A change that Oracle encouraged us to make; has started. And it won’t stop.

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Thanks Pamal and Bhuwan for the amazing photos 🙂

I’d end by saying this. Thanks to everyone there, all those who were and were not oracle recruits. I don’t know what future has for us and how many of us are actually going to join the place and many other things. But I do know one thing… These children are definitely the future of our country and we work on it, it is going to be brighter than ever 🙂

Today… or well, tonight… the bug won’t speak. I’d just say a very happy women’s day to all the females out there. Congrats, you managed to spend one more day safe and sound. This post, is for you and by you.

3 days back, I had this idea of an ‘all’ readers post. And then I started asking all the female readers of my blog one simple question, “What does being a woman mean to you?” And I am glad to have received some superb answers. Although I had promised I’d feature all of them, but some answer didn’t actually answer the actual question so I had to keep them out.
Moving on, here is the question:

What does being a woman mean to you?

 

And here are the answers:

 

Being a woman doesn’t only mean possessing feminine features and a delicate physique. For me it means being strong, self-reliant, confident and independent. Being a woman i have learnt many things, the biggest one being to be able to stand up for myself and my rights and question where i feel i have been wronged. To me, it also means to help other women emancipate themselves by presenting a good example of yourself in front of them and help them experience the joy of their womanhood.

–          Surbhi Sharma

 

Being woman means conveying such ideas and principles through my writings,personality and deeds that every woman starts feeling proud about her existence and adopt feminism,every man starts respecting each woman just the way he respects his mother and every rapist spend his every second with guilt in his heart.

–            Ankita Sharma

 

Being a woman means getting separate place in metro trains, long queues, admission quotas and now even separate banks! 😀

–          Gargi Trehan (One of my co-authors from the past)

 

Being women”… LOL! Most of the time people want me to be a puppet and I have to be one, otherwise there are consequences. So, I don’t know if i can answer this question because I rarely hold any experience in “Being women”.

–          Harshda Mangal

 

Happy women’s day.
Being a woman means a lot. Being strong… Mentaly n emotionaly.. Heap of patience, tonns of love, Billions of problems, yet a smiling elegant face. Being a woman means ‘ME’. Dedicating dis day to all the women n specially d best 1 in my life, my mom. Some lines for her. By her stupid daughter :p
It won’t be an exaggeration, that my mom is my priceless possession.
Who lends me the knowledge of etiquette.  My mom is the best flower inside a buqette.
All her life she has been so ethical. From day till my mom remains mechanical.
Even a computer is having a motherboard. Me n my mom is having a feeling cord..
My mom’s face gives me blue. Ever i broke she was the only glue..
Every morning her fragrance is in my room, she always prays to make me bloom…
The best place i ever found is your lap, you motivated me with my future map…
Without u m a little weak, as m habitual with u to get stick..
Mom, for me u r the idol of god,
much much higher than any lord..
Mom, you are in my heart’s mantel piece.. Because it’s so secure to stay with that ease. LOVE YOU MAA.

–          Neha Rai

 

Being a women is like a surprise gift which has been surprising me through different Stages of my life and will always do , it’s like a special feeling of being unique, beautiful… Feels proud that we play so many diff. roles in one life, which comes along with their own responsibilities…. God has blessed us with immense will to face the troubles. A woman can be described in million ways as they say, no one can describe a woman completely…. All this make me feel absolutely wonderful!!!!

–          Gargi Joshi

 

Being woman to me is like having the love of my parents, my brothers and my friends. It’s like a multitasker doing all the jobs in one go. (With mistakes obviously 😉 )
Being woman means loving being the drama queen and the emotions and the tears and laughter and throwing tantrums. And last but not the least; I love the line, Ladies first! 😉

–          Viji John.

 

According to me being a woman is just not a female gender. It’s a feeling. Feeling of love, care, concern, power, strength, self-respect, defence.

–          Shweta Dewanda

 

“I like being a woman, even in a man’s world. After all, men can’t wear dresses, but we can wear the pants. ” the words are Whitney Houston’s. And i agree!

–          Sharmili Adhikari

 

 

Being a woman for me is a blessing. Through all the hardships and difficulties that I have faced as a woman, I always find a ray of hope to pull myself through it and face the world filled with newer and greater challenges as well as beauty.
But I must say, you have asked a very tough question here. There are so many aspects that a woman goes through that I doubt any woman can actually sum it up in a few sentences.

–          Ramya Hegde

 

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Being a woman for me today means. Opening your own doors, Balancing choice with obligation, the world is yours. if you’re bold enough to take it.
Not expecting a thank you. You do something because either it’s expected of you, ’cause no one else will, or you just want to.
The sky is the limit. I can walk on the moon (if they ever send anybody there again), run for president, become one of the richest people on earth – whatever the imagination conjures up is within our grasp…except of course – equal pay.

Working in a man’s world, while still living in a woman’s world

Having to establish that you DO have a brain and you CAN work a camera with the best of them, even if you are wearing high-heeled boots.
Being a woman sometimes means having the responsibility without the authority.
Being a woman today means going beyond what your mother thought was possible.
Feeling confident that I can do anything, be anything—until some guy exerts his male privilege when I least expect it.

Tirelessly juggling multiple jobs to serve many constituencies—study, family, employees, community—with as much energy, love and grace as one can muster.

–          Vandana surana.

 

Being a woman feels strange (Yes it does!). God has blessed us with three hormones – Estrogen, testosterone and Progesterone. When these hormones are varied to absurd levels, a woman is formed. Seriously.
Coming to the point, Women Often Complain about being beautiful decorative items, miserable objects of pity and sympathy. They blame male dominated society for this condition. But if I do that, I’ll be lying. In the past 21 years of my life, i have never faced any kind of rejection due to my gender. Instead, I was highly privileged.
Separate lines, reservation (Die, you General Category Boy, DIE!),mMore options in clothing line and accessories etc. etc. The actual victims of male chauvinism cannot even put their feelings publically, maybe it’s a matter of pride for their men. In my close circle, whenever girls are asked to write about “how they feel about being a woman”, they always write about how women are the best creations of god because they are capable of giving life (But I’m not going to do that). Whenever they are about to lose a debate with men, they try to act superior and say that men owe their life and love to women. Honestly, it’s not true. And dear Mr. Sperm, You are important too, no one can challenge that. Women only lack in physical strength and these boundations are self-imposed. Wake Up you sleeping beauties, today Womanhood is appreciated, respected and celebrated. Just Practice a little bit of ‘NUT – Cracking’ daily and everything will be equalized. Happy Women’s Day.

–          Akanksha Sharma (Yep, my first co-author ever on this blog)

 

Feminism to a women is a feeling that comes from within. A happiness, a confidence that spreads warmth to her heart, brings sparkle to her eyes and a secret beguiling smile to her lips.

Being a women is beautiful.

–          Kshama Pandey

 

Having the luxury of being the powerful charming one and in case that doesn’t work, being the sympathy gainer! It’s a win win game.

“Ladki hone ka fayda na ho to ladki hone ka kya fayda”

–          Pragya Vedprakash

 

Being a woman means to accept yourself exactly as you are as you give yourself permission to grow and evolve. It also means putting yourself first on your to do list…

–          Swati Goyal (My beloved sister)

 

To me, being a woman means that I end up sacrificing a lot to gain little but making that little count so that my lot doesn’t seem to matter anymore.

–          Anjali Mariam Paul

 

And the last one,

Woman = Beauty + Agility + Flexibity + Responsible + Unconditional Love + Nurturer of life. Only a woman knows you, your heart, your needs and how to take care of it all.

–          Debdatta Dasgupta Sahay

 

 

This is it. It was amazing reading all the responses. From the core of my heart, thanks to all and a happy women’s day, again 🙂

I keep my promises. There are two surprises, from my choice, Anjali Mariam Paul wins one of them. Do comment your favorite quote or message me, I need to declare the people’s choice too 🙂

It’s been quite a long time I posted anything. And I am not proud of that. But I am happy that I have a lot of people noticing the same. While I could have written about the gangrape case, nirmal baba, indian cricket team, the army issue and a thousand other trending topics, I chose the republic day to be the topic for my return.

It’s quite surprising to see the turn of events. We used to say happy republic day in the past, now we have coined the terms ‘ghantatantra’, ‘peepublic’, and ‘the monarchy’ day. Believe me, facebook is full of creative minds.

I also share the views, where we mock our weak government, joke about the policies and condemn the decision makers. But at the same time I think, how does everyone get the right to speak on something they don’t even have a clue about?

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India is a republic, we have the right to speak. That everyone knows, but what about the things we can do? What about the part where you have to think and analyse what you speak.

Recently Rahul Gandhi was made the VP of Congress. I saw over a thousand tweets and a hundred Facebook statuses rejecting the motion. And ironically, most of them were by the people who have no interest in politics (visible from there Facebook info.)

No offence meant, but it includes even those who can’t even speak properly when the interviewer asks ‘tell me about yourself’, how can they decide if Rahul Gandhi is a good leader or not?

Not supporting him, infact to remove any misconception, he sucks, it was probably the worse decision of all times. But what I imply is, if you can’t ‘be’ the change, don’t mock the change.

A lot of people had been criticizing Dhoni for being a bad captain and losing throoughout. One century, one last ball six and they are his biggest fans. I wonder if Manmohan Singh announces an increament in Dearness allowance, will they become his fan too.

Lot of random talks, coming to the point. India is our country, the 1.2 billion people here are Indian and hence related to us. We have a lot of good things to be proud of. If you can’t help the country by going out and doing the right thing, you don’t get to decide what’s the right thing as well. If we’re here only to talk, why not talk good stuff and atleast let those who are doing that feel appreciated.

If Anna does a fast, we have an issue, Amir does Satyamev Jayate, we say it’s a propoganda. If Kejriwal says I’ll join politics, we say he is corrupt. If a girl gets gangraped, we make a fanpage of her!

India recently test fired it’s supersonic missile in november, not many people have an idea about that. In olympics, India won so much, all it could create was a facebook fanpage and a twitter trend. I won’t give stats, but just google the things like Mr. Godrej, TeachForIndia, The boson, agni V, top 10 women achievers, the oscars and the literary awards… You’ll get an idea what it is to be an Indian.

I don’t want you to rise up and make the change, fight the evil, do some devouring stuff. No no.. You’re good sitting there… Looking really sweet. But while you’re at it, munch some popcorns and tweet about the right stuff.

Oh, happy republic day. Promotion is my right, so do buy my book ‘My EX Fell In Love’ on all the online stores. Check it out here, http://www.bit.ly/booklinks , http://www.bit.ly/booklandmark and http://www.bit.ly/bookgoodreads . Have a great time. Jai hind. 🙂

Engineers’ day it is, hence the post 😀
Most of my posts have been personal more or less. So here’s one more. This one is by far the closest one to my heart. I remember saying the same last year after my b’day. And I say it again… I could not be happier with the way things have been. After the happenings of yesterday and the day before, I had a lot to say and a few FB statuses could not justify that. Then I thought, what is the one thing I have, that most of the other students don’t. And the second answer in my mind was my blog (The first one being a few backs!)

Starting with the scene sometime back:
Placement session kicks off in college with 1-2 students getting the jobs of their dreams every day. I was mainly worried about three things.
a) My grade sheet wasn’t the ideal one that any company wants to see. PROBLEM!
b) None of my good/great/best friends were getting a job they wanted.
c) My grade sheet!! (Did I already mention that?)

Now this session is to go on for over six more months and it’s just a start, but still the desperation for getting into a good job could be clearly seen on most faces. When I had started engineering, unlike others, I had one simple aim: To get a job. No MBA, GATE or anything like that. The Part time RJ, Hacker and now a writer, all this came along the way and nothing was pre planned. But once the final year started and I got kicked out from the first placement test I gave, the fear of ‘not getting a good placement’ started gripping me!

When I talked to people close to me, these were the general replies.
“I am pretty sure you’ll make it once you get to the interviews”
“There’s a long way to go, keep trying”
“If you won’t, then who will!”
“Your dream company is yet to come!”

And of course the fourth one was my favorite reply. The company I was actually waiting for. Deloitte! Not that it offered a big package. But it was probably the best suited profile for my resume. I didn’t really sit in many companies when I got this message from Sahil, my friend and more of a partner in the placement season! Deloitte was coming to the campus in September. Soumya, my friend cum competition for Deloitte was supposed to handle the process.

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Courtesy: Sirona consultings

I was pretty sure (and nervous) about the first round of Deloitte. I sat for it with full zeal and just after the completion I came to know that I had also made it to the final round of another company “Oracle Financial Softwares”. Now the problem was, Deloitte screening results were to be announced after Oracle finals.

I decided to give up on oracle and sit for Deloitte. But then, talking to three people changed my mind. Kalpit, my senior and mentor, Gaurav, my cousin brother and again, mentor… and lastly, Soumya. All the three were of the opinion that what all I expect from Deloitte, I’ll get in Oracle as well and if everything goes well, I’ll have an even better future. (Now I think soumya just wanted me out of competition 😛 )

So, it was a tough decision to make. But I decided to sit for oracle and put an honest effort to get into it. And then, I gave my first ever technical interview. Unlike most others, my interview went on for over 40 minutes. The interviewer made sure I told him every freaking rule I knew about C and data structures! Plus a simple question “Does sun rise in the east for everyone?” took 15 minutes when I started proving how!

It went well and I was convinced I’ll make it to HR round. And within 10 minutes I was informed that I did. HR round started in an hour. And it took another 1 hour to be completed. The questions I was asked were not very different from any other interview. But the interviewer was. My CV was scanned line by line and he made sure he asked me every single thing about it. Some highlights were:

He: Such a brilliant performance in 10th and 12th, why so low in college?

Me: No excuse sir. I didn’t study.

He: Don’t you have any excuse?

Me: I could say I wrote a book, started a company, met an accident, co-ordinated a fest… All in last 1.5 years, but that doesn’t stop me from getting good grades… so… no!

<He smiled, and turned to page 2 of my resume.>

He: Book. Tell me more about it. And convince me that you won’t become a professional writer and leave us.

Me: If I could become a full time writer by writing one book, I would have. But that’s not the case, I’ll continue to write even after you hire me, but that won’t affect my performance in company.

<Then he looked at my second and third year projects and took 15 minutes in asking and understanding what they were about>

He: So I see that you are quite a creative person. Won’t you get bored if you have to code all the time?

Me: Sir that’s why I sat for oracle. I have heard and you said the same in PPT that your coders are given full freedom in their work and the creativity and innovation is respected. 

<After almost 35 minutes of all this, we came to the end>

He: It was great talking to you shubham. Any doubts?

<And then I asked my doubts, and it took another 25 minutes after that>

After the interview, they said I could go home, results will be declared the next day.

I came to the campus, formally clad, nervous and my heart skipping a beat every time someone asked about ‘oracle’!

At 1, the HR entered the conference hall. 25 candidates who had made it to the final HR round out of the 300 appeared were sitting there. Outside the room were almost 2-300 friends of all of us, waiting for the moment.

After 10 minutes of a talk, the HR manager told us that 11 students were selected out of the 25. Names were going to be announced and our heart beats grew faster and evidently louder. Soumya was standing right besides her not even smiling. I got a little worried. Name 1, name 2, name 3… till name 9… my name wasn’t there. I thought 10 names had been announced. So the next name was announced, which wasn’t me and I lost all the hope. With every name, there was a little clapping and one more smiling face in the room. I had no idea how will I face the 100 people standing outside for me. But then the HR manager said… “And the last name is…” and I looked up. Her next words were… “Shubham Choudhary” and before she could say anything, a loud hooting and even louder clapping covered the room. Not only mine but actually many smiles were there and many came forward to hug me.

That moment she said what I was waiting to hear for a long time. “Whoa! So much cheering! Are you famous or something?” And all I had was a smile. And to that, soumya replied, “Ma’am he is our local celeb. Wrote a book too” and she smiled and said “Alright then, you’ll manage the team of recruited people from this college!”

After a lot of handshakes, wishes and hugs, the door opened and all our friends rushed in to wish us.
Before that I had seen a few, after that I saw a few, but that day the people went crazy like no other time. I got the beating of a lifetime. And so many hugs. Every person who saw me had only one word… “Congratulations!”

I was happy. I celebrated like never before. Not because I had a job. Not because I got a response no one else did. But because I had proven myself in front of those who thought I couldn’t. A guy with below average results was standing with a handful of toppers in the same line. I was in bottom 10% if marks were taken into account. And I am in top 10% if time of placement is taken into account. And instead of any mass recruiter, I got to go on a premium profile in the 3rd largest IT company of the world.

Of course I was a little sad I heard this. “You made it to Deloitte finals”! Now a GD and PI were left which I couldn’t appear in. But who cared. And to add to that, I stood there in soumya’s place while the Deloitte results were being declared. And I am glad that two of my best friends, Khushboo and Soumya, made it to Deloitte.

Times will come and go. We’ll get better jobs, we’ll have greater incomes. Our lives would be different, our cities would be different. We’ll make new friends. From students, we’ll become professionals. But no one will ever be able to replace the mark this month has made in my mind. No one will ever be able to delete the space this time has occupied in my heart.

I couldn’t be more thankful to all those who called me right after they got the news. I thank everyone who wished me on Facebook. Shilpi di! Sahil, Vipul, Soumya, Shubham, Mitin, Sameer, Sunil, Pragya, Aayusha, Juhi, Mona, Ajeeta, Vineet, Apsara, Tarun, Aayush, Shailesh and everyone else who was there with me in this awesome moment. (On phone, in person!)

Please do not at all take this as an acknowledgement or anything like that. I am yet to get over this thing and this just came out. No matter what, I love all my friends.

Don’t you just love seeing such things! 😛

This line I should have said earlier, but I kinda felt like ending with this. For the first time I saw my father crying because of me. And I was happy! And it was the same day my blog crossed 25,000 Views and I got to see the final cover of my book (I’ll upload soon 😉 )

It’s definitely not my 66th blogpost, but I so wish it was. Anyway, this is going to be a long one so let’s switch to the subject straight away. This is my third (kinda) serious post after Daughter’s day: Time to rethink and Republic Day. Yes, I am serious on all special days (except for the valentine day when girls don’t take me seriously).

Here I am telling you a few things we do, which are wrong and how we can do simple things to help our country develop. Believe me, they are simple. Try, you won’t get bored.

So… Ever got caught speeding and paid a hundred bucks to save your license from being punched? Or did you buy a pirated movie CD because the movie wasn’t good enough to be watched in theatre. I am pretty sure all of us, one time or the other, threw a polybag right there on the middle of the road. And well, who waits for the green light when there is no traffic inspector around.
We’re not good at sticking to the rules; we suck at following simple things… I tell you what we’re good at, planning and blaming the system for not executing the plans.

Also, we’re great at showing how intellectual and thoughtful we are on the online platforms. (Guilty as charged, I am doing the same here). On Facebook and twitter, every person sounds intelligent. Everyone is a genius describing how selfish Aamir Khan is when he promotes Satyamev Jayate or what an utter failure Anna Hazare is.

But here’s what I think. At least they are DOING something. Which is way better than… well… not doing anything. I realize Aamir’s heavy preaching in a TV show with so many lights glowing up his thoughtful face isn’t a solution to casteism or honor killing. But sitting at home and cursing him isn’t either.

The question is, are we ready to bring the change? Is there a Bhagat singh within you struggling to come out? Well hold it there BubbleHead. I for one, most definitely know there isn’t. Yes, you are enraged now, as you have watched a patriotic movie, listened to many tracks that show the love to our nation, saw at least a thousand Facebook posts saluting our martyrs and maybe watched our president’s speech (Which was awesome by the way). But you also know, it’s been like that from past many years. Let the day get over, we’ll see how ‘patriotic’ you stay.

So, since we are not going to do anything ‘heroic’ to save the nation (as you can’t do it), and also I am not going to preach you in heavy words with an exceptional command over vocabulary (as I can’t do it), let me tell you what you and I can do. It might not bring some big change, but I am sure our country badly needs even a little effort from everyone.

  1. Do not litter. Seriously, would you like to see a banana peel near your pillow?
  2. Save: Electricity. Petrol. Water.
    I know it sounds like a cliché, but after seeing those power grid failures, I am bound to say we’re not doing it. Walk a little, switch off the fans and lights when you leave an otherwise empty room. And this goes for the public places and offices too. We all know we do it at home.
  3. The average time we spend texting, calling and on internet, please spend just twenty percent of it reading about the government policies. At least blame them with facts, don’t follow a trend. (This goes for everyone in my age circle, especially engineers, who open newspaper only when there’s a placement interview the same day.)
  4. Help someone. I don’t want you going to old age homes or orphanages, but there are a lot of homeless people you’ll see on your way, while you look at them; ask yourself, what exactly will you do with that 3 year old T-shirt of yours at home.
  5. While we are at it, believe me, you are not donating 1$ for every share on Facebook to the girl suffering from leukemia. You’re just proving that you’re dumb.
  6. Save some important numbers in your phone. The ones you can always use in case of you need help.
    108 is the one for any kind of emergencies.
    1098 is for Child Help. This number is NOT the one you call when you see leftover food and you want them to pick it up. It’s a hoax. But when you see a child in problem and need help, this is the number to call.
    There are a lot of such local numbers for organizations like ‘Help in suffering’, ‘india against corruption’ etc. Take out 10 minutes and search for them.
  7. Try to donate. It feels good. And you can always brag about it 😉
  8. Raise your voice. Against corruption, child abuse or maybe the illegal constructions near your house. With current levels of technology, even an anonymous call or just an email to the right place will do wonders. Experience speaking here (no more details please 😛 ).

photo courtesy: Google Images

We have over 1 lakh people, fighting for us on the borders, putting their lives at risks so we live safe. A man (not baba ramdev) is doing hunger strikes to ignite a fire within all of us, maybe it is overrated, maybe it is hyped, but I think maintaining this in headlines is better than watching Sunny Leone crying in her movie promos!
We do have bad policies and dirty politics going across, but at the same time there are people in the same field who live for the country and who want to see it prosper.

In the end, let me put it this way, I don’t care if the rest 1.2 billion people want to sit idle and blame the government for the country’s bad situation and people’s ideology, I am with those handful who want to do something to change it. I am not good enough to become an IAS, not bold enough to join Anna, not popular enough to start my own show, but I am strong enough to voice my opinion and do my duties as a citizen of India.

In case you have thoughts brimming and you feel like thrashing me with some of them, I’d welcome them. But do remember, it’s the effort that counts. 🙂

PS: I came across this initiative by www.21fools.com. Just go to the website and send a card to the army heroes. Spread a smile.
PPS: Watch this pic. Aren’t you proud of her ! 

back with another poem.. trying to expand my reach but this one is for my sister.. as a b’day gift 🙂
and you might find the rhyme scheme a bit varying but it isn’t 😛

have a look 🙂

When I start remembering the moments,
all, I just can’t recollect

Out of all the great memories we have,
one is hard to select…
from the numerous things, tuff to select a few,
All I have is just a wish for you…

Love was what I didn’t know,
all I knew was, for me you were there
growing up for me wasn’t an easy journey,
without your affection and care…

People need teachers and mentors,
for me a teacher was you who I always had
sometimes kind, sometimes strict,
there for me when I was happy, there for me when I was sad…

I can’t forget those little treats,
neither can I forget those fights
it was just us that we needed and no one else,
and fun was the word for the days and nights…

We had good times, we had bad times,
it was your determination that gave me the power
we moved on from all situations with a smile,
and life was as fragrant as a flower…

Now that we live far apart,
few are the times when we meet
times might come when we aren’t there,
but the bond we share is strong and the relation is sweet…
the love will always be there, doesn’t matter whats old and whats new
all I have is just a wish for you

hey a last one is left 😛

This poem was something I made for you,
tried to be truthful while emotions found their way
I didn’t really have a gift for you,
So just adjust with this, and oh.. Happy birthday!! 😀

Before you read here’s something I want to say.
This one is just out of emotions… Remembering those days, seeing old friends and watching those beautiful old pictures, sometimes has an effect.

I would like to dedicate this one to all my friends in hostels, far from their homes and a few who really are feeling homesick these days… and also to those who will be far from their families in future (Which includes me too)

Don’t go for the rhyme (Which is “abcbdd” by the way) and just try to feel, who knows you might like it as well 😉

I remember the time when papa was the most powerful man in the world…
I remember the time when I actually used to sleep in nights..!
I remember how I used to snuggle into my sister’s arms…
And how afraid I was of heights…
I remember when I didn’t know what clever or cunning meant and everything I knew was good…
Sometimes I miss my childhood..!

I remember the time when mom’s lap was the snuggest bed for me…
I remember how small things made me happy which now I can’t describe…
I remember how precious a small pencil could be…
And how ecstatically I expressed things I used to imbibe…
I remember how everyone spoke the language of love to me and no one was misunderstood…
Sometimes I miss my childhood..!

I remember how an outing meant everyone together…
I remember how our love wasn’t restricted to Mother’s and Father’s day…
I remember the taste of the food mom made especially for me…
and how I never laughed when instead of happy, someone said gay…
I remember how playing in streets was in our routine and we were the champs of the neighbourhood…
Sometimes I miss my childhood..!

I remember how I used to rise early and go to school…
I remember how polishing the shoes was also a duty…
I remember the assembly, the periods and the friends…
with whom how a treat meant a pack of chips and a frooty…
I remember how we didn’t care for the future and how we scribbled on those tables of wood…
Sometimes I miss my childhood..!

I don’t say I want to relive those days…
Neither do I complain against the life I live…
But I just wish things were simple again…
and we could live freely, without worries and see what pleasure it can give…
What all I want is an unassuming life although with all its excitements, and would steal those moments, if I could…
Sometimes I miss my childhood..!

 

Ps: The Thought For This One Was Strengthened After I Read This By One Of My Favourite Authors 

“Another Belief Of Mine: That Everyone Else My Age Is An Adult, Whereas I Am Merely In Disguise.”—Margaret Atwood