22 December 2008

REUNIONS

Exciting yet nerve numbing are thoughts about school/college reunions; we get to meet all the geeks and the freaks of the class, and laugh with them as we were partly both. The only problem is the spouses. Wives / Husbands will get to meet our Ex-es (if you had any, I know I didnot) and crushes. The not so funny part about school reunions is that, what transpires in all the reunions across the world is exactly; well almost, same. What people say and what it really means, what people do and what activities go in such reunions can all be summarized in not more than 10 points to be precise.

1) “Wow, you have not changed one bit since the last time I saw you, that was in school.”

This is mostly used by girls; One girl to another. What she really means is, “Have you been dieting, working out etc?” The class mate is totally jealous and will go on to ask the “beauty” secrets so that even she can fit into that school uniform once again. Her husband would love that you know. One should handle such questions very diplomatically and let the asking person know how beautiful they still look. One may add the ace, “You look so mature.” But beware, this sentence has to be used as a supporting assertion to an equally cool statement, example: “wow, you have grown into a hottie, and the hair do makes you look so mature, total head turner, Girl!” Remember never to use the aforementioned ace stand alone, which plainly means she looks old.

2) “Wow, you look so different, I bet I could not have recognized you on the road if you passed me by.”

“Aah, indeed I do.” “I have undergone exactly one surgery more than Michael Jackson. In fact he had recently called me up to inquire how to keep the nose intact after so many surgeries.” Such questions are aimed by girls/guys to guys usually. Because it either means that your daily breakfast, lunch and dinner constitutes junk food in abundance or you were a couple years late to reach puberty and gather the hormones it takes to look like a grownup. I am a bit emotional about this one as I get this sentence a lot. Use your sense of sarcasm to shove such sentences away like, “Yeah, I need 30mg dose of amphetamines just to cross the road and hence I refrain from indulging into any activities, lest, it involves food and drinks, where is the food counter by the way?”

3) “Where have you been? What do you do these days?”

This is one of the most genuine questions that one comes across in reunions. But being an Indian having blind faith in allegedly organized Education sector, there are at least one or two guys / girls, who have become chronic diabetic/heart patients after working those grave yard shifts and living Chetan Bhagat’s millionaire fantasy. Nothing wrong in that except for two things; of which, first being you always thought that these subject dudes/dudettes would turn out to be the next rocket scientists and the second and most important being Chetan Bhagat is an IIT & IIM pass out, who would have either ways raked in the moolah.

4) “Is that you, ohh my God?”

This borders treacherously around the question in serial number 2, however, this is a first person question aimed only at a specific category. You have almost lived your life forgetting that one guy/girl you always bullied. He/She have now turned out to be either Arnold Schwarzenegger or the next IT kids on the block. They used to share their Tiffin boxes with you, unwillingly of course. But opportunity knocks at all doors and such is the knock on their’s they can either knock you out cold or they can get you that dreaded pink slip. And you try to find a way to sulk into oblivion for the rest of the evening staving off from their path. And try to be as discreet as possible during the buffet.

5) “Do you remember that guy/girl, who used to…dress like that/ talk like that etc etc. Where is he/she now? Any clues?”

Beware of the comparison barometer protruding its ugly head once again after so many years. As kids, we indulged into comparisons and we haven’t changed mentally a bit when talking in terms of comparing with other students/kids. As a class mate we never took any interest of any sort to find out the human side of the subject person and suddenly after so many years you remembered, out of all the people, him/her? Fate plays its vicious card and sadly the person has been standing right besides us during this entire stretch of discussion. An evil snarl, good old cuss word or two follows and he/she walks away to meet some other, better known classmates.

6) “Are you married/when are you getting married/Any kids etc?”

Yes, yes, it’s in the pipeline and I don’t know when I would see the light at the end of that tunnel. The best one liner comes from the worst off in all this love/marriage thingy (me being a good example) “I am waiting for the right person.” By far the best line I have heard till date is, “I am waiting for this wave of inflation, global meltdown and recession to pass.” Yeah right, like the girls only say yes to proposals when the consumer price indices are at their lowest. Awkward questions in testing times, they test our patience and will to exist as a bachelor for some more time.

7) “Are we meeting like after 15 years?”

What difference does it make? It’s actually 115 years, but since you were space travelling, time has caught up with us and half of us are dead. The other half are about to commit suicide after hearing you talk on “making half fried eggs in zero gravity.” The point I am making is at least we are meeting, finally, after all have successfully cleared their matriculation/graduation. Except for that dude who migrated to USA and the one who went to Kenya and that kid who migrated to Canada and that guy who went to Zimbabwe…ZZZZZZZ!!!!!!

8) “The Teacher’s pets Vs. Teacher haters debates”

One of the most interesting debates and times of the reunion in general, sides are chosen and battle lines drawn. While the guys were physically attracted to that one hot teacher who taught the most boring subject, girls were emotionally attached to the ones who shaped their lives, they do believe in this theory. How ironical would it be for a history teacher to shape future? Or a Geography teacher trying to shape the future, as haphazardly as he/she drew the map of our country. Science teachers always get mixed responses in such debates. They are loved for the love and knowledge of the subjects itself, while hated for demanding hypothetical proofs for not doing homework etc.

9) “Fun and Frolic and reminiscing the old days”

Yet another one of my favorites; this would be at the top in the list. Antaksharis, Dumb Charades, Housie, Lotto and what and what not. The best part about this ordeal of playing games is the part where you become kids/collegians again. For those moments, I don’t know about you guys, but I have tried to live those moments when all were together in those uniforms etc. The pondering and talking about the one day and week long picnics; the excursions…Einstein would have come to know about “time travelling” had he been to some of the reunions that take place across the globe. Arghhhhhh.

10) “The Tata/Bye byes and we should do this again sometimes.”

Call me mushy or over emotional. I hate these bye byes. Phone numbers are exchanged and a promise to be in touch with each other, with plans to meet often, but life goes on and we seldom meet again. Life goes on and we look for a chance to live those moments, remember those wonder years. We take active part in our kid’s upbringing for the very same reasons, I feel. We try to live those magic moments again through him I guess…Those were the days. Rather, like Brian Adams would croon, the best days of my life.

21 December 2008

Figures to the Right, Left and Center

Most of my friends keep asking me why do you prefer to keep the pictures on your blog in the center or left side.

Well, as an Indian victim of allegedly organized education, I am trying to rebel with the thought as to why only figures to the right indicate full marks?

Damnation.

09 December 2008

What Women Want?

After quite some time I heard the song by The Beatles - Can't Buy me Love. A nerve numbing question occurred to me when Lennon was crooning, "say you don't need no diamond ring and I'll be satisfied", What Women want? Well, honestly, the thought also occurred when a dear friend put up a community on online social networking website by the subject name.

I frantically researched, nah, googled and found some queer facts: Karl Marx (co-writer of Das Kapital and father of communism) lived a meagre existence, reason being his lavish expenses. He further reasoned it that such expenses were necessities for his wife and kids. If the biggest communist of this world can't convince his wife on the theory of needs and wants, masses are a far cry. And they did cry, under communism. Ironically, Marx died as a stateless person (pun not intended).

My mortal capacity seizes here to understand what women want? I mean, even Plastic is forever, well almost, like diamonds. I don't find plastic being adored by women though. "Dear, I want a cool new plastic necklace for our anniversary" sorts. As they say, behind every successful man, there is a women; who wants more. I am not trying to be chauvinistic here; however, materialistic pleasures of life have been personified by women. Always.

For example, if you want to sell anything at a price way above its actual cost, all you have to do is, get it advertised by a hot looking woman. This, however, proves what men want and not women. In this quest of mine, I have confidently deduced that women do not want anything. They just have needs, which are complex and logically undecipherable.

A story reiterates this logic: The Frog king story where the princess bangs the frog on the wall and he turns out to be a prince. The story starts with princess playing with a golden ball which accidentally rolls into water, a frog pops up and offers to help, provided she would take him into the castle and let him eat from her plate and sleep in her bed. What a lecherous amphibian. The frog helps but princess does not keep her word. The king demands her to do exactly as she promised. She does everything except the sleeping part and bangs him onto a wall. The princess happily sleeps with the prince charming though, post marriage.

My inferred moral of this story: Every time a girl breaks her promise, some frog is waiting to be turned into a Prince. But, there aren't many kingdoms left and hence they turn into Pink loving Metro sexual urban males.

I did an experiment once. I wrapped Hershey's chocolates (lots of them) in a bubble wrap and gave to a dear friend (girl), on her graduation day. She actually waited to devour chocolates until she had popped all the bubbles. Out of modesty, she even let me pop a bubble or two. The picture below has been provided just for representational purposes. See the joy on her face and also on the face of those metro sexy (?) frog princes in the background.



Sincerely, nothing is as satisfying as seeing a smile on a girl/woman's face. A Rose sometimes, making sure her car has enough petrol, help in chopping vegetables, praising her on her looks and food cooked by her, asking her how her day was, helping her in shopping (phew)! And, loads of "I love you", "You are an awesome friend", "you are the bestest sister", "The coolest mom ever" etc...Etc are the things most women yearn / want to hear and so totally deserve. They need to be appreciated. Of course, when you repeatedly use these phrases, there might be a complaint that you don't mean them anymore and just say it for the heck f it, so be innovative folks.

Well, till the time I do not find my princess, I will keep pondering upon what women want and figure a way to transfigure myself into a Frog. I hope that some biology loving knife happy person does not find me. And, I have already registered on matrimonial website :) Droink Droink!

03 December 2008

Travel & Living: Fear Psychosis and much more.

Growing up in the City off 21st century – Navi Mumbai has not been much of a daunting task; Life is relatively safer than Mumbai. Of course, except, if we forget our “load shedding” woes. But, given a choice between choosing life and electricity, I would undoubtedly choose the former. Sadly, Choice and freewill which construe whole of Lord Krishna’s “Geeta” (also crux of Matrix movies), are exactly the things we: The Aam junta have been deprived of.

It all began in 1993, 13 bombs ripped the city apart. “The most deadly and devastation causing attack, ever.” But, Mumbai had a will of its own (just like the ring of power). It kept on growing. A milieu of vibrant cultures from across India and abroad as well. Its effervescent spirit could not be shaken, lest, it might lose its fizz. No sir. India was united to fight for a common cause, “terrorism”. Yes, the spirit lived on as usual; rather, spirits and ghosts of the dead ones. I was 12 then.

But, then it happened again and again and again. Not just Mumbai but, pan India. The word spirit itself had become two penny hooch, advertized frivolously by politicians, yet it lived on. And we kept on paying a heavy price for the same. Here is the data of blasts (I have restricted it to Mumbai as the pan India list is way too big. You can see that list/data here: http://satp.org/satporgtp/countries/india/database/index.html


War on Mumbai, 1993-2008

26-29-Nov-08 10:
Fidayeen attack at: at the crowded (CST) railway station; at two five-star hotels: the Oberoi Trident and Taj Mahal Palace & Tower; at the Leopold Cafe; at the Cama Hospital; at the Nariman House; at the Metro Adlabs; near Mumbai Police Headquarters; blasts at Mazagaon; a taxi blast at Vile Parle near the airport.

Killed: 171 Injured: 327

11-Jul-06:
7 blasts at 7 locations in local trains across the city

Killed: 181 Injured:890


25-Aug-03:
Gateway of India and Zaveri Bazaar
Killed: 50 Injured: 150


29-Jul-03 Ghatkopar. Killed: 3. Injured: 34


14-Apr-03 Bandra.
Killed: 1. Injured: 0

13-Mar-03 Mulund Railway Station
Killed: 11. Injured: 80

27-Jan-03 Vile Parle
Killed: 1. Injured: 25

6-Dec-02 Mumbai Central railway station
Killed: 0. Injured: 25

2-Dec-02 Ghatokpar
Killed: 3. Injured: 31

27-Feb-98 Virar
Killed: 9. Injured: 0

24-Jan-98 Malad
Killed: 0. Injured: 1

28-Aug-97 Near Jama Masjid
Killed: 0. Injured: 3

12-Mar-93 13 blasts across the city

Killed: 257. Injured: 713

Total
Killed: 687. Injured: 2279

Courtesy: www.satp.org

I am not too sure about the numbers killed and injured in the recent attacks but heck, I do not care, as one person dead is a loss, number of them dead becomes a statistic. For me and countless others every time it has been a loss; loss of faith in Govt. establishments and the TRP hungry TV news channels; loss in what our politicians’ inabilities and their in-between bickering which causes security lapses.
The scars of 13 May 2008 (Jaipur Blasts) to 01 Oct 2008 (Agartala blasts) were still fresh during our (me & my family) visit to Ahmedabad / Vadodara during Diwali. We reached the Mumbai Central station with an hour to spare and had to go through ‘Metal Detectors’ which beeped with each and every person going through it. Kids thought it was a showpiece / play item. Under the given circumstances, so did I. I am 27 now.

First look at the platform and I thought that an entire 1st division of Mumbai police was travelling in the train but then it occurred, the previous name of the city had been Bomb-bay. Also Laloo’s Railways were under verbal line of fire from Mr. Raj Thackeray. I was in total paranoiac mood. First the Bhaiyyas take my job (I was looking for a career as a Taxi Driver / laborer) and then terrorists take my life. Once inside the train and after a thorough sniffer dog (a huge German shepherd) search, the train was on its way.

I felt safe and secure. However, I was not too sure about the uncle who was passing ‘Methi Theplas’ around as if it were Diwali sweets. He was 15 years a little too late to do such ghastly and cowardly (yet another word made famous by politicians) act of being nice to fellow passengers. Did he not know that co passengers were to be looked at with suspicion as a public prosecutor looks at an accused person? Then it occurred that he must either be a Non resident or Non reliable Indian. I breathed sigh of relief when we reached the destination.

November was going hunky dory and people had almost forgotten about the bomb blasts and politicians were again back to bickering with each other. Vote bank manipulators were happy with daily dose of “Hindutva Terrorists” news that was taking the country by its – Horns. Err, sorry, even the stock markets were bearish then. So, no Horns. Divisional politics was at its best and nationalism (kargil war, 15th August, 26th January and during natural calamites), once again, had taken a back seat. Navy had sunk a pirate’s vessel in Gulf of Eden (that’s near the country Oman, if you guys do not know).

Then befell the ‘26.11.2008 – 29.11.2008’ proxy war on Mumbai, once again it was the worst attack ever. Masterminded by our “bhais” from across the border; probably they must be the bhais, who had lost their track. Bhais of an unsound mind. Blood thirsty Freaka-zoid Bhais. Just like our very own, Dawood Bhai. They (ten extremely well trained punks) took Mumbai by her balls and took her for a ride for three days. The damage done is listed above in the table. It also damaged careers of Shivraj Patil, Home Minister of India, and a selected member to the legislative council. Hurray! Mr. R.R Patil, Home minister of Maharashtra, a genuine leader, who paid price for his faux pas. Did I mention that Shivraj Patil has a wardrobe full of safari suits?

The Chief Minister of Maharashtra took his son and a film producer along with high level security strategists to examine the damages done to all the places under attack. His justification was more degrading than his political IQ, “a son can come along with his father”.
This happened on 01.12.2008 I guess.

I wondered the consequences of a news reporter son tagging along with his doctor father administering an enema to a V.I.P (very important politician) patient. Could it impale his (politician’s) career? Could such an act stimulate evacuation (from his seat)? Puns are not at all intended here.

I was watching and reading about the assault on Mumbai continuously. The part that irked me the most rather psyched me was a news reporter (a fool for a man) took position beside a sniper to show us the live feed of Hotel Taj. Why would someone want to give away position of a sniper now? Time to time, they also showed us from where and how the commandos were entering. The only thing they did not show was the “strategic plan” of the NSG to flush out the “fidayeen”. It would have tremendously helped us (Shock T.V), the terrorists, and their bosses who were telling them the exact details of the operation, as shown LIVE. A commendable job done by television news channels to delay the operation by a day minimum, and they woke up to their foolishness on 29.11.2008 and told their audiences that they can not show the operation part, lest, that might help the terrorists. Did they not see films like Munich and A Wednesday? Could they not understand the sensitivity of the operation? Or was it done, deliberately? To hell with Shock T.V.

I was in Ahmedabad when these things happened and I started for Mumbai on 30.11.2008. A cool new acoustic guitar was accompanying me. I was wearing cargos and sweat shirt. I was dressed for travel. A heavy rug sack was on my back (with a week’s clothes). And I could sense from the people’s looks in the bus what transpired in their minds. One uncleji even touched the guitar case to make sure that it was indeed a guitar. I asked, “Uncle fat rahi hai kya (slang for Are you scared)?” he just laughed and said, “Arre nahi beta, kya tum yeh bajate ho?” Me: “Hanji uncle, baja leta hoon thoda bahut.” Again, no puns intended.

Jokes apart, some people have their very own perspective of looking at things and most of the time, it revolves around food. One person sitting besides me (a foodie) was discussing about the macabre events. He told me, “Did you see that the terrorists were eating dry fruits?” “And people had to eat bullets.” “Indeed I saw it, I retorted “Do you eat with your foot in your mouth or would you like to eat your words?” I reached destination 01.12.2008. And my fiddle sounds better than Castro himself. It survived the onslaught that the journey put unto her.

Mumbai Proxy war was relayed world across; it was not just war on Mumbai but war on humanity. Pakistan is paranoid now assuming an attack by India. Or is it? The problem is lot of Pakistan military is near the afghan border (western side) helping America’s “War on Terror”. In frenzied attempt, Pak might move its army to its eastern side: Kashmir/India side. Surely U.S does not want that. Hence, Condoleeza Rice comes to pacify both the nations.

Surely War on Terror (Global) is bigger than War on Mumbai (local), and as usual, India might enter into Dialogues. We all know what the result of that is going to be. We have seen it countless number of times; right from the inception of terrorism since 1993 or inception of proxy war since Zia ul Haq’s time.

So what can we as citizens do? Well, the elections are 100 days away and sincerely enough is enough (a new phrase coined this time) for not just Aam Junta is killed this time but also ‘the privileged few’ the who’s who that matters are, as well. The repercussions would be the huge this time even though more people were killed during the train bombings and when the epitome of our democracy “the parliament’ was bombed.

Lets for once, as aam junta, show the Political class what we, the middle class can do to their chairs this time. For the Tata’s Taj Mahal hotel (heritage bldg) was hit this time.
Gulp down the Tata Tea and for once really “Jago Re”. Let’s vote this time for our survival and our right to exist freely. For liberty is not just America’s patent. Sadak Pani aur Bijli ke sath we want our LIVES.
Vande Mataram. Bharat Mata ki Jai.

Chori karna paap hai!

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