Scrumtrulescent Friendship

Could have I done a better job this weekend?? There was enough preparation to be done, but just slept dreaming something .. In fact I am lazy enough and if you have some alternative means to get things done (that too better) then I am the one to use it (indeed I must thank my friends for that)..

Woke up few hours back, and was wondering what to do next.. Then started this:

Easy to predict the outcome..

But believe me the result would not be a mere sketch, but it would portray much more that you can expect from it. And I’m sure few folks would agree..

To be continued…

Believe me, I made some good progress on this but lazyness screwed everything (sketch was spoiled b4 I could finish it)... anyways seems like these 3 faces need a better sketch..

Must We Mean What We Say... ???

Have you ever thought, if we really - Must mean by what we say or read... ??
Or are we part of a materialistic cycle, where we should just treat our interest as a commodity??

Most of the time, I desperately try to put pen to paper about something which does not pose a threat to my frontal lobe (read, दिमाग की दही न कर दे…) and can somehow induce a chemical to soothe my cerebral hemisphere. Many a times, I threw the written in dustbin to avoid such situation and rather watched "Funny kid’s videos" that made me laugh out loud.

But today evening when I saw news I could not stop myself and dared to bore you.
It was something like - "A newlywed girl kicked out by An Educated family for Dowry…"
This heading evoked tons of questions in fractions of second. For a moment, I got perplexed with meaning of "Educated".

"दहेज़ प्रथा एक अभिशाप है…" I still remember those lines which I used to write in essays during my primary classes. But what I don't remember is, whether I had mugged this up or even had a bit of feeling while writing.
I am sure, every one of you at some point of time would have written this, in whatever language it may be. But perhaps we were too young to comprehend the meaning of these lines.
I am afraid you might feel, as if I have gone insane and writing something that sounds like inspired from some newspaper which in turn is sponsored by some “Mahila Samaaj Kalyan Samiti...”

Well!! With this, I don't question the presence of the inspiration, but more of now, meaning of Education is sounding equivocal to me.
I thought, dowry itself is too rural a word to be read in an English newspaper. But then, this is so frequent of today in so called every Metro supplements.
Disgusting are the fact that Engineers, Doctors, NRI's and so called white collar people being part of such articles. There are national magazines that even carry the annual survey of latest rates for all kinds of Groom available in Market.
More shocking is the reality that this observable fact entirely belongs to Youth, who always beats the bush around of changing the Society.

It reminds me of a funny quote that few of my friends, who recently got married or getting married soon, used to voraciously say – “If your Father is Poor – its Ur fate, but if your father-in-law is poor, it’s Ur Stupidity!!!”
Luckily (for all those to be In-Laws) they fell in love with someone and forgot to explore if their In-Laws were indeed a ticket to get rich quick.

That creates some space for an interesting question here, does people really think of dowry only in case of arranged marriage or in case of Love marriage, the Guy does not have courage to face their sweet heart......... or is it that they suddenly get the guts to convince their family that somehow dowry word is a fucking shit in itself.

Has LOVE anything to do with Dowry???
Well! It’s too individualistic thought and I can't even think of concluding anything here; also, despite of my strong wish, eradication of it seems too vigorous a thought to be legitimate.
Having said that, this one is indeed a hard one to pass on, especially as I know many of you who know me as well as others who are in, and about this blog, would sympathize, appreciate and… might even laugh...
But then, I can’t help it... You are the one who would take call about your wish...
Millions of thought hit the mind before I go to sleep. At least now, I wish, I MUST mean by what I write and hope you too would MEAN by what you READ!!!

Emotional Atyachar......!!!

Yesterday, I was browsing a financial site when my eyes stuck to an Arbitrage fund with ***** rating.

Suddenly, authenticity of the rating started to fizz my cerebral hemisphere and it reminded me of "Dev D"; back in Feb, it was given same rating by many News-papers/Critics/TV-Channels... and numerous self claimed expert reviewers.

Though, it's been months that I saw this movie; might be, you wud have forgotten the story too, but still I can't forget that Emotional Atyachar.......!!!!

Like most of us, I too decided to watch "Dev D" to witness the justification of these many stars and on top of that it was directed by someone who dares to be different......

I expected the story to stand for a Dev in a modern setting, dealing with all the trappings of contemporary India.
But what was that...... hardly a few minutes into story and a lecherous Dev decided to fly to India to quench his aphrodisiac for his childhood Love, who had just sent him a naked photo of her.

After several failed effort to find a secluded place, Anurag's creativity ended in a Sugarcane farm. Sharat Chand would have certainly been delighted to see his novel inspiring today’s youth getting attracted towards exploring Green India.

Apart from technical perfection in Cinematography, there was the part of story that I liked where Paro has been characterized as imprudent, yet demure; calculating, yet naive.
However, I could not really understand the part of the creativity in relating generation Y's take on infidelity where Dev shows no qualms romping in bed with other women.

When interval came, instead of Popcorn, once I thought of watching some laughter challenge episode, but accepting the fact that "Dev D" was not a regular movie, I digested all the Emotional Atyachar......!!!

Further, as the introduction of Chanda was obvious, nothing could have been easier for Writer than to pick a plot like DPS MMS.
Apparently, this was more like a S\W developer, who, after working for 14 hrs at a stretch, don’t even bother to change the variable name while doing copy-paste from some source.

There after, all I could observe was similar looking scenes involving drinks and sleazy hotels but they take the story nowhere. At some point of time, the story becomes so banal and stinking that made me feel as if it was a half roasted porn sponsored by some VODKA brand.

Well!! Stereotypical creativity was definitely not something I expect from director like Anurag Kashyap but it was too different to deserve a 5 *.
I am sure; I need to take a double check on those star ratings before going through another Emotional Atyachar...…!!!

Vent on Sunday

Personally I don’t write (or may be I am not good in writing), I prefer expressing those feelings in sketches… Beer in hand probably coerced me to discover the creativity inside and know the ability to play with words in text.

Can’t deny d fact that the best of stories start with clear picture in middle and well ornamented at their start and end.. but its an art, one is born with and an attempt to achieve this leads to the comprehension that was scored 10/10 and additional +2 for immaculate work and resulting in a log of wood wasted in that paper used..

How about a post that start from an end.. now since I have a conclusion identifying the title, I can try puzzling the reader… In fact this is all for those B.,C.

You guessed them right, but don’t feel that comma(,) as my erratum. Its intentionally placed there and if you are trying to co-relate it with some slang then U r wrong. Hope both B. as well as C. would agree with this…

Ended up noon watching match (India vs England), which went against Indian Cricket team to be precise.. I hardly felt disconsolate, probably its sportsmanship that keeps my spirits up without bothering about home team feeling…

Got less time listening to music specially in past few months; these guys don’t let me feel that I have any plenty of time keeping me busy. Currently listening to a song from OAR: “Shattered”

Loving it: here goes the lyrics:

In a way, I need a change
From this burnout scene
Another time, another town
Another everything
But it's always back to you
Stumble out, in the night
From the pouring rain
Made the block, sat and thought
There's more I need
It's always back to you
But I'm good without ya
Yeah, I'm good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
I always turn the car around
Give me a break let me make my own pattern
All that it takes is some time but I'm shattered
I always turn the car around
I had no idea that the night
Would take so damn long
Took it out, on the street
While the rain still falls
Push me back to you
But I'm good without ya
Yeah, I'm good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

probably need few more cans to carry on with words..

Sweet Morning.......

A faded smile crossed my mind, when I saw a "Sweet Morning" greeting in my Inbox. I did not realize the sweetness of mail, until I opened it; it was indeed as sweet as honey..... ..as fresh as a flower...... and smelled with the purest form of fragrance.

Inside the mail, a gladdening message was engraved within a captivating heart shaped virtual photo frame, which was no less soothing than a real one.

Momentarily, sender's intention puzzled me; He knew- no morning could be sweet, which had gone through another stretched insane evening after a prolonged incorrigible week; and yet, he greeted with Sweet morning.

I could not disagree, that I was being intentionally teased!!

I took no time and switched the screen. Today was penultimate day for code completion. I couldn’t afford to wait till the last day, expecting another design change possible any time. When I scrolled through the last uncompleted report, I realized, I was already at line 805 and still an error to be taken care of, which would easily take me past 900.

For a moment I forgot the count; got lost in black screen and slowly the UNIX command was driving me nostalgic. Finally, I was done with my part with slight delay in lunch.
The post lunch session was turning soporific, when my eyes crossed the sweet mail again. I had no doubt that it was still teasing. I thought, it only deserved to be in "Deleted Itmes"; and I did.

What was sweet about this morning; all I could see, my mind filled up with craps generated by bad clusters in hard disk and lots of $&%(@$^%@$ for HP.....
None of my cogitations were loading successfully.

I realized, I badly needed good night sleep, with her taking me miles away from any pixels and clusters; somewhere, in the nook on a deserted island, where I would need no OS to start, no memory to continue, no booster to enhance anything whatsoever.
Because, in every corner of my heart, I knew- she is the one, who always makes me feel in safest mode possible.
She never lets me enter into hanging state.
She has no pirated feelings, does not even let any spy ware intrude in her fantasy.
She is the purest soul in my dream. She is Ria.

I can't curse my laptop anymore; it has forced me optimistically to expect her glowing in the dark, distant in my dream, making me realize - "the morning was indeed sweet".
Then a strange thing happened; I could see the Sweet mail again in my Inbox.
Who did it?
Did I?
Did she?
Or it never really did sneak out of my Inbox? Now, I don't even bother to find who?

My Evening is already sweeter than I could possibly envisage.

 

Cynical Obsession.......

"Serial Blast in CP......" - received an SMS around 7PM, when I was trying hard to nap my journey in way to Chandigarh.
These 4 words can run the blood through your Veins much faster than your sense could react after feeling the snake presence in dark. People having any idea about Delhi can imagine what CP means to it on a Saturday evening.
I was getting concerned, thinking about the intensity of the blast.

First thing I did upon reaching home was to grab a remote.
Once again!!! This time in Delhi; did that really matter to me?? Didn’t I have option of switching to a so called better channel; which talk in terms of facts-n-figures (of course, not number of injured who had to be rushed to nearest hospital).
One good thing I like about such channels - they allocate less space to nonsense breaking news in the marquee.
Yet, I could not switch to that better channel.

My fingers froze on remote. My mind was filled up with tiny pieces scattered by the blast.
I could not possibly think else than to fight with my conscience.

Irrespective of the city, which sees the blood bath, I have started to accept it as integral part of my life. Emotional reaction cycle too has reduced considerably since I heard of blast in financial heart of the country.
It has become much quicker and faster though, with the 24X7 courtesy by electronic Media. Lots of blast and heinous crime followed thereafter.

Then Why is it so, that still, I have not been able to forget 92 blast??? Isn't it more den a decade old now??

“May be, because it was the first one and perhaps, the first instance of everything is harder to forget,” I just can't stop myself from thinking about all this, whenever a city is intolerably blasted in to minuscule pieces.

It used to be once in a year. Accelerated to more within a year and then to quarters and now every month. Technically, this QoQ growth is much more than YoY, but same, so called better channel make me realize- such growth is a fundamental issue for the society and Universe @ large, not only in Long or short term, but any term for that matter.
Am I still bothered???

Well! For sure, this is within the tolerance Zone! Had that not been the case, how come Sarojini Nagar, Varanasi, Banglore, Lucknow, Hyderabad, Ahmedabad and many more blast can be so easily forgotten and I have closed all pores to make sure, none of the chemicals in air even distantly instigate me to sound ENOUGH!!!

What can I do?? Am not I worried for others???
Well! This is probably the safest excuse I can bring out immediately. Can also support this with instant logic - "Govt. is not doing anything; Intelligence Bureau is hardly effective; Political leaders are busy changing attire; Militants are too smart; Media wants just publicity and blah blah blah........all this fucking excuse."
In short, concerned authority should act - Not me.

What’s my contribution???
What contribution? I Pay Income Tax in a country where millions of morons have not seen the PAN card in their entire life, even though their total assets contain more zero than any state population have.
I am not a terrorist.
I don't kill people.
I am a responsible Citizen. Is not that ENOUGH!!!
And further, if provided with… Given a Chance… if time permits... I can do much more for the Society.

For Society or for myself???

“I am the part of it, so transitively me too,” I can’t escape the technical theories.

Wish! Technical theories could end terrorism and incomplete sentence could conclude ever. My conscience makes me feel as if I am the culprit.

Fine! I accept myself responsible to some extent, but isn't whole society corrupt?
Don't I have to go through hell in procuring a passport or a Driving license? Is not it procedural to bribe money to police than to handover the supporting paper?
Be it railway, public services, whatever....List is endless. One thing is common- Corruption!!!

Doesn’t a police man go to other counter? Doesn’t a public servant wish to be free with less than legal amount, when caught with speeding vehicle? There is no theory in this world which can bring "ZERO" out of intersection of any two systems. And unfortunately or fortunately, we happen to be part of the multiple systems. So, our very much OWN transitive theory makes us morally corrupt.

Still, why we become insane when we are at other side of problem.
"What about thousands of people getting killed in a stampede outside a temple. Billions of Rupees lost with the strike by a group of people (read - social morons), having no idea what they are doing. Public and private property gets damaged as if its part of festival of Obstruction & Destructions. More interested in figuring out the Full name behind the problem rather than the problem itself," are these sounding a militant activity?

Probably, all the life lost in till date Blast are much less than life lost in a single stampede (be it outside a temple or in a Holy Kumbh Mela), which can no way be related to Militant activity.
This is not a statistical figure but the cruel reality of our OBSESSIVE CYNICISM.

Mr. Sharma did not sacrifice his life to gain popularity; rather, he simply did his job.
Perhaps, I don't need to encounter militant but to accept myself responsible and contribute to make my own life better.

It seems, slowly my conscience has made me realize answers to my questions.

No!! Not most, rather all questions. I have to be answerable to myself.

Thousands of questions boggle my mind minutes after every blast. Don't know when and how, but today I realize one thing - I would get the moral RIGHT to ask others, only after I answer my own conscience.