Saturday, April 18, 2009

The beginning…

Barrack Obama in his speech had said… change has come to America… well, we all know that the only thing constant in this world is change.
Well, adhering to this universal principle of life, I have decided to change…nothing dramatic…change my priorities, change my job and change my approach to life.
My friends, well wishers, colleagues and HR advised against such a preposterous idea… what (!!!???) to change priorities …such a shame OMG, to change at such a time. But me being me, I paid no heed to them or to the winds of recession blowing in fury; I went ahead and did it.
However, the new beginning doesnt take away from the humble past, where there was learning, where there was creation where there was mingling of great minds and ideas and thoughts, where friendships were made, where expert guidance was always around.
But at the same time, I am quite excited at what the future lays in store for all of us and like the curious cat, can’t wait for opportunity to come knocking, I have decided to go looking for it, headlong into it with no planning, no option too, just vrrroom my way through with Josh and some karmic blessings, with my kaya intact and my insecurities all buttoned up without shutting up...this is my way.... YO!
I wish all the best to everyone, and take all the memories as I embark on my new beginning.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Interview With The Mahatma - EXCLUSIVE


HEAVEN, March 6, 2009: On learning that his last few worldly mundane objects fetched $1.8 million at an auction in New York, over 60 years after his death, Mahatma Gandhi, expressed shock, bewilderment and utter surprise to me in an exclusive interview today.

“Did you say $1.8 million?” he asked. Then he counted on his fingers for some time and asked, “how much is that figure?”

“Rs 93,600,000?” he said aghast when informed about the latest dollar-rupee conversion. “Does America have so much money?”

After a more detailed brief, eyes moist, he asked, “ONE MAN, only one individual, has so much money. And he is an Indian?”

He was more than utterly shaken when informed of the credentials of the gentleman who brought it. “A liquor baron… you mean one man sells liquor to half a billion of Indians, earn that much money, and even used that money to buy back my stuff…. Sandals, coat pocket watch, glasses, and my brass plate and bowl… for that amount.”

He cried for a while, when I refrained from showing him the latest kingfisher calendar downloaded on to the desktop on my iPhone.

“…and there are still poor people in India?” he asked, crying incessantly. “And a Congress government rules India…?”

He sat silently, in meditation, when I finished my brief version of Indian history since the fateful day when Nathuram Godse bowed to him, in a posture of pranam, and then shot those three bullets.

Then he again said, in the same vein, since the fateful moment on January 30, 1948, “Hey Ram.”


He shook his head to learn about terrorism, 9-11, wars, Mumbai and Lahore attacks, Mangalore incident, pub culture, Babri Masjid demolition, 2004 Godhra, 1975 Emergency, 1984 riots… everything. “Is this all real?” asked the Mahatma.

Efforts to cheer him by popping out a Rs 500 note and showing his bliss-filled face on the most important institution of the country – money – produced no results.. However, his toothless face lit up when told about the story of the recent hit Bollywood film, Lage Raho Munnabhai.


“Oscar Award?” he said, when told that the first ever Indian to win it, Bhanu, was part of an epic film on him. He further reveled in the success of Slumdog Millionaire. “Are the children happy now, in a good home, with access to

Unable to lie to the greatest soul of the century, I confessed the truth. “The boys are back in the slums… their fathers beat them if they don’t work for money… which they use to drink…”

Bapu, father of the nation, closed his eyes, and repeated lines from the Bhagwad Gita for solace, but even his un-shakeable faith in God could not console him immediately.

“I had very few objects as property when I left the earth. They might have been worth Rs 2.50 in value…. And I used to be guilty for being so rich…” he confessed. “If all you say is true, I hope they just forget me… sometimes, I was disappointed in a son of mine… as a father, I often chided myself for not being a good father… maybe I have been a bad father of a nation too…”

Neither Indian Shining nor Jai Ho could console him… nor the story of India’s liberalization, nor the tales of liberty, or of men and women dancing half-naked in pubs – none could do anything to cheer him up. Nor of the prohibition on October 2, not of the grand efforts of the government to fetch his stuff back… nothing.

Changing the topic completely, I told him about the success of US President Barrack Obama, and how, like Nelson Mandela, and so many other global icons, he too consider Bapu his ideal, he nodded.

“India’s youth, Bapu, loves you… works hard, aims to rise high in life… and they respect you, even if sometimes they disagree with you… they will do something, everything, to make India regain its glory…. Just like you… fearlessly, will of courage… truthfully.”

At this, he smiled… and disappeared, ending the interview.



INPUTS FROM EARTH

In the meanwhile, politicians across the country were dismayed to know about the proceedings of the auction… none cared a damn about the views of the Mahatma, and rued the lost opportunities for political mileage.

“What the hell? $1.8 million… and to think when we visited his ashram, we could so easily have got it off… are you saying stuff he owned is as lucrative to siphon off as say land or liquor permits… well, we can’t have everything.”

Another said, “We could have organized an entire campaign… imagine, blasting the government, just before the polls… and they got it back. Did they?”


“Of course, we only sent him to buy it, it was the achievement of the government… who else but the Congress party government will use a liquor baron to represent it in the USA in matters relating to Mahatma Gandhi….” boasted another.

“It was never so important… not like Soniaji’s watch or Rahulji’s spectacles…” added another dismissively.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Contest!

Heylew TV 9 Bloggers,
I have noticed that apart from Girish, Rahul and Shamit and sometimes me... nobody is active in the blogging scene... hence to pep up things ... I think we should start a contest... now I'm running out of ideas (actually I have no ideas!!)...so plz send me some themes on which we can write and whoever writes well, will win a prize! (well since I will be sponsoring the prize it will be limited to a beer... ok fine Shamit... since you dont drink... I will get a better prize...something nice and non-alcoholic)...so get your thinking caps on and blog away!!
First set of blogs will be about themes...
then we will set the rules and then we shall write...
Wat say??

Saturday, March 21, 2009

aakhir mai kya likhu......



कुछ जीत लिखू या हार लिखूँ
या दिल का सारा प्यार लिखूँ
कुछ अपनो के ज़ाज़बात लिखू या सापनो की सौगात लिखूँ
मै खिलता सुरज आज लिखू या चेहरा चाँद गुलाब लिखूँ
वो डूबते सुरज को देखूँ या उगते फूल की सान्स लिखूँ
वो पल मे बीते साल लिखू या सादियो लम्बी रात लिखूँ
मै तुमको अपने पास लिखू या दूरी का ऐहसास लिखूँ
मै अन्धे के दिन मै झाँकू या आँन्खो की मै रात लिखूँ
मीरा की पायल को सुन लुँ या गौतम की मुस्कान लिखूँ
बचपन मे बच्चौ से खेलूँ या जीवन की ढलती शाम लिखूँ
सागर सा गहरा हो जाॐ या अम्बर का विस्तार लिखूँ
वो पहली -पाहली प्यास लिखूँ या निश्छल पहला प्यार लिखूँ
सावन कि बारिश मेँ भीगूँ या आन्खो की मै बरसात लिखूँ
गीता का अॅजुन हो जाॐ या लकां रावन राम लिखूँ॰॰॰॰॰
मै हिन्दू मुस्लिम हो जाॐ या बेबस ईन्सान लिखूँ॰॰॰॰॰
मै ऎक ही मजहब को जी लुँ ॰॰॰या मजहब की आन्खे चार लिखूँ॰॰॰

Friday, March 20, 2009

The quality or the quantity - choice is yours

A saint asked his disciples, 'Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shoutat each other when they are upset?'
Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, 'Because we lose our calm,we shout for that.''But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you?' asked thesaint. 'Isn't it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why doyou shout at a person when you're angry?'Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the saint.Finally he explained, 'When two people are angry at each other, their heartsdistance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to heareach other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout tohear each other through that great distance.'Then the saint asked, 'What happens when two people fall in love? They don'tshout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are veryclose. The distance between them is very small...'The saint continued, 'When they love each other even more, what happens?They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other intheir love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each otherand that's all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.'

MORAL: When you argue do not let your hearts get distant, do not say wordsthat distance each other more, else there will come a day when the distanceis so great that you will not find the path to return.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

SCRIPT WRITER HONE KA MATLAB

Script writer Hone ka Matlab
Script writer koi bhi ban sakta hai basharte who director banne ki yogyata rakhta ho, producer banne ki yogyata rakhta ho, actor banne ki yogyata rakhta ho agar iske saath thoda bahut likhna bhi aata ho toh script writer banne ke liye yeh ek additional quality maani jaati hai…shows ya programmes ki safalta mein iska khaas haath nahi maana jaata lekin failure ke liye script hi sabse bada kaaran bataaya jaata hai. Script likhne ke badle script writer ko kya milta hai?...thoda –bahut mehantaana … Jis tarah kisi insaan ke sharir ki haddiyaan aur rooh toh dikhti nahi…iske upar jo chamdi chadhi hui rehti hai, vo dikhaai deti hai…aisa hi programmes aur shows ke saath hota hai…yahaan chamdi chadhaane waale producers aur directors hote hain…/
…Toh script writer koi bhi ban sakta hai, issliye aankde bataate hain ki jyaadatar programms aur shows aundhe muh ludhak jaate hain … ismein kisi ko hairat nahi hona chahiye. script writer ko aur kya milta hai?... agar director ya producer rehamdil hai to kabhi- kabhaar credit list mein naam …Vaise use naam dene ki zaroorat hi kya hai?...vo karta hi kya hai?...kisi bhi naye show ke pehle do-teen episodes ki scripts likhne ke alaava!...uske baad toh directors aur producer s ke liye cheezein aasaan ho jaati hain…phir ve script writers se script likhwaate zaroor hain lekin use nahi karte …unko koi shabd ya paragraph pasand nahi aata…ve vo shabd khud badal lete hain ya usmein zaroori changes kar lete hain…script badal jaati hai…credit lists mein naam badal jaata hai…phir jab tak koi naya show aane waala na ho tab tak use koi ‘hi- hello’ nahi kehta …lekin jaise hi phir koi naya show on air karne ka waqt aata hai use SIR! Kaha jaata hai aur yeh SIRPHIRA itni si baat nahi samajh paata aur phir itraane lag jaata hai….yeh script writer ek aisi kaum hai jo agar kuchh samjhe bhi toh khaamosh rehna hi theek samajhta hai kyonki who apni baat bole bhi toh kisse…sunega kaun?

Friday, February 27, 2009

WAQT Nahi

Din… Raat… Doobti Duniya Mein…
Zindagi Ke Liye ‘WAQT’ Nahi…

Maa Ki Lorri Ka… Ehsas Too Hai…
Par Maa Ko, Maa Kehney Ka ‘WAQT’ Nahi…

Aankhon Mein Hai Neend Baddi…
Par Soney, Ko ‘WAQT’ Nahi…

Dil Hai, Ghamo Se Bhara Hua…
Par Roney, Ko Bhi ‘WAQT’ Nahi…

Tu Hee Bata Aye Zindagi…
Iss Zindagi Ka Kya Hoga…
Ki Har Pal Jeeney Walon Ko…
Jeene Ka Hee ‘WAQT’ Nahi…