Why do some people love to shock/hurt others just because they live a miserable life....
Why do some people hurt others because they have been hurt in the same way by some one else...
Why dont we share the happiness of others instead of dragging happy people in the circle of our misery and pain?
Why do we prefer to stare in dark instead of lighting up a candle.. which will illuminate atleast our immediate surrounding?
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Death traps
Ever since my childhood I have heard from my parents to not let any of my body parts jutt out of a moving vehicle, whatever it is. I think its time that in kolkata atleast passengers should be a little serious about their well being, where vehicles are busy in speeding in narrow lanes.... without least respect for lives.
Yesterday an horrid thing happened in which three persons lost their right arms which were jutted out of the bus they were travelling in. Another bus in frenzy to overtake it brushed against it, causing this horrifying thing.
We, the dwellers of kolkata are well aware of these accidents.. the reckless driving, horrible state of roads.. then why do we let these reckless creatures play games with our lives?
I have seen people going down right at the middle of the street... just because the conductor told so. Or descending from a moving vehicle.. just because the conductor told so again..
I have had an unpleasant experience of similar kind, but in that case I think the driver and conductor were both lunatis. I always preferred saree, when i used to go to office. That day too, i was wearing a saree, I asked a behala-howrah station bus to stop, it stopped. As I reached the bus and started to climb I saw a woman was descending, the conductor asked me to step down so she could descend.. that IDIOT was looking out of the door, my back was toward the door and I instinctively took a step backward to descend..unfortunately without looking, and when my feet touched the ground I noted the bus was moving in quite a speed.. well my karate lessons and highly flexible body saved me from losing a limb, i managed with my saree, my office bag and all to stay on my feet, i noted down the number of the bus, I once thought about handing it over to the traffic cops, but i dont think it would have served any purpose, so i did not. But from that day onward I swore to myself I will never trust these IDIOTS with my life again. I sternly wait for the buses to stop before i descend.
I think instead of endangering their life and limbs kolkata people should wake up and :
1. Refuse ascend/descend in the middle of the street.
2. To ascend/descend from a moving vehicle
but the third thing is their own responsibility.. they cant blame the drivers or anyone else but their misfortune for this..
3. to keep their limbs inside the vehicle.
Yesterday an horrid thing happened in which three persons lost their right arms which were jutted out of the bus they were travelling in. Another bus in frenzy to overtake it brushed against it, causing this horrifying thing.
We, the dwellers of kolkata are well aware of these accidents.. the reckless driving, horrible state of roads.. then why do we let these reckless creatures play games with our lives?
I have seen people going down right at the middle of the street... just because the conductor told so. Or descending from a moving vehicle.. just because the conductor told so again..
I have had an unpleasant experience of similar kind, but in that case I think the driver and conductor were both lunatis. I always preferred saree, when i used to go to office. That day too, i was wearing a saree, I asked a behala-howrah station bus to stop, it stopped. As I reached the bus and started to climb I saw a woman was descending, the conductor asked me to step down so she could descend.. that IDIOT was looking out of the door, my back was toward the door and I instinctively took a step backward to descend..unfortunately without looking, and when my feet touched the ground I noted the bus was moving in quite a speed.. well my karate lessons and highly flexible body saved me from losing a limb, i managed with my saree, my office bag and all to stay on my feet, i noted down the number of the bus, I once thought about handing it over to the traffic cops, but i dont think it would have served any purpose, so i did not. But from that day onward I swore to myself I will never trust these IDIOTS with my life again. I sternly wait for the buses to stop before i descend.
I think instead of endangering their life and limbs kolkata people should wake up and :
1. Refuse ascend/descend in the middle of the street.
2. To ascend/descend from a moving vehicle
but the third thing is their own responsibility.. they cant blame the drivers or anyone else but their misfortune for this..
3. to keep their limbs inside the vehicle.
Friday, August 21, 2009
power cut
Ever since i shifted to west bengal in 1985, one knowledge has dawned to me day by day .. that is why the industrial development is almost zero in this state. the massive amount of power cut and its precise timing (as if on a preplanned manner) must be the greatest contributor behind the factor that industrialists are scared of this state.
when i was a student i used to observe with great amusement how powercut was directly proportional to exam time, specially the board examinations. just after the tests were over and we were given the study leave all of a sudden electricity used to become a rare phenomenon.. exam over and every thing back to normal.
i have only worked with manufacturers once, garment manufacturers, and there i saw how nightmarish production is in this state. hours of powercut was every day story.. even personal generator set was not enough to save them. doing something from this state which needs electricity, ahem, i guess a thing which is an essence of any production these days is a perfect nightmare.
God save this state.
when i was a student i used to observe with great amusement how powercut was directly proportional to exam time, specially the board examinations. just after the tests were over and we were given the study leave all of a sudden electricity used to become a rare phenomenon.. exam over and every thing back to normal.
i have only worked with manufacturers once, garment manufacturers, and there i saw how nightmarish production is in this state. hours of powercut was every day story.. even personal generator set was not enough to save them. doing something from this state which needs electricity, ahem, i guess a thing which is an essence of any production these days is a perfect nightmare.
God save this state.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
unsung songs
Friends, people who fill up our lonely hours, who act as wind beneath our wings and the people we mostly neglect. We miss them and regret this fact when we have parted our ways, not out of dislikation, out of priorities..
When I look back, I think about some of them with deepest affection. Even though I rarely mixed with men before my thirties, I humbly admit most of these are men I met after crossing my thirties.
First person who comes into my mind is steve, an angel without wings from chicago, who completely changed my life by becoming my mentor.
Four more fabulous friends from the same time, ashish, madhavan, pradeep and girish.. they have acted like wind beneath my wings for years. Two of them are still my friends.
Three guys I met while I was working in a circus (a corporate office run by a drama queen) who taught me that worst environment doesnot kills a man’s soul Wriju, Rohit and Adnan.
The next guy, though he is 11 years junior than me, I can open heartedly admit that I almost adore him. He is ideal human being and boss in my eyes. He brought up my nerves from ashes after leaving drama queen and made me a human being again.. shubhadeep. Wherever he is my heart and soul blessings are, were and will be always with him.
Fortunately now I have dozens of fantastic friends under one roof. And most of them are girls… ladies, these women has changed my point of view about women and convinced me that women can be the very best friends of women. But there are guys too, who are equally fantastic. I just dote after them. they mean too much to me.
When I look back, I think about some of them with deepest affection. Even though I rarely mixed with men before my thirties, I humbly admit most of these are men I met after crossing my thirties.
First person who comes into my mind is steve, an angel without wings from chicago, who completely changed my life by becoming my mentor.
Four more fabulous friends from the same time, ashish, madhavan, pradeep and girish.. they have acted like wind beneath my wings for years. Two of them are still my friends.
Three guys I met while I was working in a circus (a corporate office run by a drama queen) who taught me that worst environment doesnot kills a man’s soul Wriju, Rohit and Adnan.
The next guy, though he is 11 years junior than me, I can open heartedly admit that I almost adore him. He is ideal human being and boss in my eyes. He brought up my nerves from ashes after leaving drama queen and made me a human being again.. shubhadeep. Wherever he is my heart and soul blessings are, were and will be always with him.
Fortunately now I have dozens of fantastic friends under one roof. And most of them are girls… ladies, these women has changed my point of view about women and convinced me that women can be the very best friends of women. But there are guys too, who are equally fantastic. I just dote after them. they mean too much to me.
two types
in our life we will meet two types of people, one who are not shy to show their real face to the world..if they are good they wear it on their sleeves, if they are bad then too they wear it on their sleeves.
The second type are the tricky ones, the ones I really don’t feel safe with, people who hide their evil nature by extreme sweetness. And often mimic good people (or semi angels) to the perfection to have their ways. Have seen ample amount of these people, and the moment I recognize them I instantly withdraw from them (by the means of heart).
The second type are the tricky ones, the ones I really don’t feel safe with, people who hide their evil nature by extreme sweetness. And often mimic good people (or semi angels) to the perfection to have their ways. Have seen ample amount of these people, and the moment I recognize them I instantly withdraw from them (by the means of heart).
trust
On one hand they say
“trust everyone even if they put you down”
then they say
“if a person fools you once its his fault, if he fools you twice, its your FAULT.”
Being born and brought up amongst self contradictory phillosophies I took the path best for me, listening to myself, to my own soul and then others.
Trusting a person is good for a healthy life, but too much trust can be toxic. If a person lets down your trust too much, too many times its better to let that person go. No matter how indispensable that person is. He should go.
His intentions may be harmless, but the fact is his presence is toxic to you, you can point out his way once, twice but how many times will you say, “you are hurting me” without feeling guilty? Its better to move over.
Later when we look back at these relationships we thank ourselve for moving on.
After we all have but one life, why waste it among people who are toxic for us?
“trust everyone even if they put you down”
then they say
“if a person fools you once its his fault, if he fools you twice, its your FAULT.”
Being born and brought up amongst self contradictory phillosophies I took the path best for me, listening to myself, to my own soul and then others.
Trusting a person is good for a healthy life, but too much trust can be toxic. If a person lets down your trust too much, too many times its better to let that person go. No matter how indispensable that person is. He should go.
His intentions may be harmless, but the fact is his presence is toxic to you, you can point out his way once, twice but how many times will you say, “you are hurting me” without feeling guilty? Its better to move over.
Later when we look back at these relationships we thank ourselve for moving on.
After we all have but one life, why waste it among people who are toxic for us?
Ten promises to myself
One, always love and forgive myself. Try to forgive others, and if I cant, be indifferent after extracting the lesson.
Two, neither bulldoze someone, nor let anyone do that. God has given every one enough capacity to handle his life, we can help others by suggesting.. that’s it.
Three, always treat myself like queen and others too (unless they make me change my mind).
Four, always find out some time in day to listen to my favourite songs.
Five, to enjoy, appreciate nature, and thank God for blessing me with this beautiful planet.
Six, always read something which will bring some smile to my lips.. jokes, cartoons any thing.
Seven, always start counting my blessings when my soul is trying to suck me downwards.
Eight, never fail to leave some encouragement for those who are feeling down.
Nine, to love withoug judging. Simply love, hold affection or compassion.. but whatever I do, should do it without judgment or with least judgment.
Ten, forever remember we all have only one life, and all have their share of problem. Try not to increase the problems of others, and never let them increase mine
Two, neither bulldoze someone, nor let anyone do that. God has given every one enough capacity to handle his life, we can help others by suggesting.. that’s it.
Three, always treat myself like queen and others too (unless they make me change my mind).
Four, always find out some time in day to listen to my favourite songs.
Five, to enjoy, appreciate nature, and thank God for blessing me with this beautiful planet.
Six, always read something which will bring some smile to my lips.. jokes, cartoons any thing.
Seven, always start counting my blessings when my soul is trying to suck me downwards.
Eight, never fail to leave some encouragement for those who are feeling down.
Nine, to love withoug judging. Simply love, hold affection or compassion.. but whatever I do, should do it without judgment or with least judgment.
Ten, forever remember we all have only one life, and all have their share of problem. Try not to increase the problems of others, and never let them increase mine
second thanks
I have truly admired ambumani ramadoss since the day he banned smoking in public places, not that it stopped it, but it showed he cared.
Second thing I loved about him was his earnest attempt to revoke the unfair treatment of people who love people of same gender. It was widely criticized but his seed has become a tree. Finally indian government has taken this too much needed step of treating normal citizens as normal citizens. Keeping my fingers crossed that it wont be revoked. My best wishes for these harmless, normal human beings who have been unfairly mistreated for years and famillies have ruined because of an unfair law.
Supported with best wishes.
Second thing I loved about him was his earnest attempt to revoke the unfair treatment of people who love people of same gender. It was widely criticized but his seed has become a tree. Finally indian government has taken this too much needed step of treating normal citizens as normal citizens. Keeping my fingers crossed that it wont be revoked. My best wishes for these harmless, normal human beings who have been unfairly mistreated for years and famillies have ruined because of an unfair law.
Supported with best wishes.
rainy days
The time of year, which is a little too long for west bengal or any other coastal region but still is charming.
Those drops pouring down from above, soothing every thing they touch. It’s a great fun for homebirds like me. To stand at the window and watch them pouring down. Specially after the scorching heat which we faced this year.
Every thing transforms with them, the trees become greener, small sprouts start to shoot up every where, vines start to grow in a grat speed and their dazzling, fresh green colour is too much soothing to the eyes.
I just loved to see those pearldrops coming down on vibrant green grass and bushes, trees.
Additional benefits are always there, the coolness enveloping our bodies after scorching heat.
Those drops pouring down from above, soothing every thing they touch. It’s a great fun for homebirds like me. To stand at the window and watch them pouring down. Specially after the scorching heat which we faced this year.
Every thing transforms with them, the trees become greener, small sprouts start to shoot up every where, vines start to grow in a grat speed and their dazzling, fresh green colour is too much soothing to the eyes.
I just loved to see those pearldrops coming down on vibrant green grass and bushes, trees.
Additional benefits are always there, the coolness enveloping our bodies after scorching heat.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
easy fame
When I was a child I used to get shocked when a group of writers used to thrive on criticising tagore and his personal life with a necrophilliac glee. they used to criticise his works, his personal life everything about it with the joy with which zombies feast on corpses. ignoring the horror on the faces of normal human beings.
Even in my childhood I used to get shocked that how could they be so cheap to criticize a writer’s personal life, even years after he has departed (without being asked for). Even then I knew, if we have any right on a celebrity.."if".. its on his works, we may criticise it (though i would rather prefer to present the improved version instead of criticising others)... not his personal life.
I remember my hot favourite tennis player (all time) who is coincidentally homosexual. I once said to someone that she is my favourite, and the first comment I heard was she is ugly and homosexual. I patly replied that as she is not my would be daughter in law I don’t have any thing to do with her personal life. I still respect that player with all my heart and always will. She is my dream sportslady.
Now after Michael Jackson is finally resting in peace, another group of necrophilliacs are out at job.
Do they sleep blissfully at night?
Even in my childhood I used to get shocked that how could they be so cheap to criticize a writer’s personal life, even years after he has departed (without being asked for). Even then I knew, if we have any right on a celebrity.."if".. its on his works, we may criticise it (though i would rather prefer to present the improved version instead of criticising others)... not his personal life.
I remember my hot favourite tennis player (all time) who is coincidentally homosexual. I once said to someone that she is my favourite, and the first comment I heard was she is ugly and homosexual. I patly replied that as she is not my would be daughter in law I don’t have any thing to do with her personal life. I still respect that player with all my heart and always will. She is my dream sportslady.
Now after Michael Jackson is finally resting in peace, another group of necrophilliacs are out at job.
Do they sleep blissfully at night?
disillusions
I have been born and brought up in a religious (not fanatic) family, a family with hundreds of years of holding various pujas perfectly at home. Not the puja which every hindu holds at the home altar, but the pujas which are performed on specific dates..durgapuja, kalipuja, lakshmipuja, saraswatipuja etc.
My ancestral home number 1 has atleast a dozen temples still maintained by my family through our priests. Being born in such a family, very naturally I had a deep attraction for God. And I admit without least embarassment that my being depends on God.
I simply love the atmosphere which says something holy. I feel a deep attraction toward it.
I have a marvellous friend, Girish, a couple of years ago he manipulated me into doing meditation, I do it as per my own rules, and he is quite aghast about that. But, the thing which I noted within a few weeks of starting it that an old sensation was coming back to me, a deep feeling at the junction point of both eyebrows. As if there is some pressure. Girish was quite impressed by that.
Then I read during my medical transcription course that one of the sinuses is located exactly at that place.
What a disillusionment!!!
My ancestral home number 1 has atleast a dozen temples still maintained by my family through our priests. Being born in such a family, very naturally I had a deep attraction for God. And I admit without least embarassment that my being depends on God.
I simply love the atmosphere which says something holy. I feel a deep attraction toward it.
I have a marvellous friend, Girish, a couple of years ago he manipulated me into doing meditation, I do it as per my own rules, and he is quite aghast about that. But, the thing which I noted within a few weeks of starting it that an old sensation was coming back to me, a deep feeling at the junction point of both eyebrows. As if there is some pressure. Girish was quite impressed by that.
Then I read during my medical transcription course that one of the sinuses is located exactly at that place.
What a disillusionment!!!
borrowed things..
Happiness purchased on borrowed resources never last. This is a golden truth of life.
I have often heard a proverb in my childhood, don’t wear other people’s jewelleries.. if you get attached to them you will hurt yourself. If you lose them you will hurt yourself.
So very true, it is specially reflected in today’s credit card age. I really feel pity for those who borrow money and double pity for those who get attached to borrowed luxury.
Where have those days gone when the lady of the house used to pin point at the beginning of month how much money should go to which account? And she used to follow that to the core.
I still prefer that lifestyle. Save money and then buy the things. Today we both work in good posts and bought a flat on borrowed money, massive instalments due every month.. then job market goes down and one loses job.. the creditors start to humilliate out on the street..
Its far better to spread one’s leg to the limit which the spread covers it.
Its not that the people of our earlier generations did not built their homes, they did, but ten years later than we do. But by their own money. Without the fear of being haunted by creditors.
I have often heard a proverb in my childhood, don’t wear other people’s jewelleries.. if you get attached to them you will hurt yourself. If you lose them you will hurt yourself.
So very true, it is specially reflected in today’s credit card age. I really feel pity for those who borrow money and double pity for those who get attached to borrowed luxury.
Where have those days gone when the lady of the house used to pin point at the beginning of month how much money should go to which account? And she used to follow that to the core.
I still prefer that lifestyle. Save money and then buy the things. Today we both work in good posts and bought a flat on borrowed money, massive instalments due every month.. then job market goes down and one loses job.. the creditors start to humilliate out on the street..
Its far better to spread one’s leg to the limit which the spread covers it.
Its not that the people of our earlier generations did not built their homes, they did, but ten years later than we do. But by their own money. Without the fear of being haunted by creditors.
dieting
This is one thing which doesnot works on me. I am hyper skinny, and I stuff myself with all junk foods, yet I don’t gain a single kilo.
I eat chocolate, rice, potato, egg, cold drink, chips.. what not. Yet, I am just at the optimum level of skinniness.
I have once read somewhere that plump figures have more to do with basal metabolic rate than food habits. People who have low BMR will gain weight at the minimum provocations, and people like me will not, no matter how much they flunk the rules.
At the end, lucky me!!!
I eat chocolate, rice, potato, egg, cold drink, chips.. what not. Yet, I am just at the optimum level of skinniness.
I have once read somewhere that plump figures have more to do with basal metabolic rate than food habits. People who have low BMR will gain weight at the minimum provocations, and people like me will not, no matter how much they flunk the rules.
At the end, lucky me!!!
swine flu..invited to india
From whichever angle we observe it, most probably clumsiness of indian authorities invited swine flu to india. Lately I was reading someone in net, he said an invaluable thing.. why was not it mandatory for all people going abroad/returning from abroad to produce a fitness certificate?
How can a government be this clumsy? Do they know what is the net result of inviting a disease like this in india? Where people proudly move around with contagious diseases, without being least bothered about the danger they are causing to others.
Or in a country where people don’t have the money to go to doctor unless they are extremely sick.. how many people will be infecting before visiting the doctor?
Now that it has landed, as anticipated, hope least number of lives is sacrificed to its altar.
How can a government be this clumsy? Do they know what is the net result of inviting a disease like this in india? Where people proudly move around with contagious diseases, without being least bothered about the danger they are causing to others.
Or in a country where people don’t have the money to go to doctor unless they are extremely sick.. how many people will be infecting before visiting the doctor?
Now that it has landed, as anticipated, hope least number of lives is sacrificed to its altar.
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