Our society is going under massive change. We don't know whether we are moving towards a well civilized society or something else. A person who earns 10lakhs pm, is a well recognised man compared to smeone lower to his earning potential. No one cares about means of earning. Morality and ethics are bygone now. Woman like Nitish kumar's wife who lived her life with integrity, dignity &self respect and lived a very simple life do not get much recognised. But smeone like Meera Rajput who did not done anything except being married to Shaheed Kapoor is being invited by news channel for women empowerment. Are we really moving toward a better society ??? Outward appearance has more meaning than inside. Brands making low quality clothes are being sold at higher rate compared to local brands with high quality. Apples in reliance fresh store are sold at 10 times the price which the farmers get. Apples can be grown without reliance but not without farmers. Do we care about these things ?? No nobody. We want to become mangers of that reliance stores but not farmers. Can humanity survive without farmers ?? A big NO.
Are we really moving towards more developed and civilized society ??
Bollywood has gone into saturation, no new stories, nothing creative. Just like railways working on govt's subsidy, bollywood has been running from black money cuming from tax heavens like Mauritius etc.Already well settled productions houses will loose their money in 5-6 years because nepotism is at its zenith.
A new set of actors , directors will come into picture after Bollywood's downfall.
A new Bharatwood would be created and it will give tough competition to Hollywood.Necessity is the mother of invention same way obsoleteness is the mother of creativeness.Nepotism will end soon and merit n talent will take its place. Soon acting, directing, cinematography profession will be afforded by middle class and they will create tough competition. A hope for better future for Indian cinema.
Mass scale religious conversions has happened at British time and before, even today also religious conversions is a hot topic. I don't know why this phenomenon is so popular. Can we ever imagine if all 7billion citizen of mother earth convert into one religion either Hindu or Muslim or Christian or etc etc what will happen then ?? Then we human beings will create different religions or castes or groups from that single religion only. God has made human beings like that only. Suppose two stranger human beings meet in space they will get attracted to each other and become frnds with no time. But when they come to earth they will divide themselves between citizens of different nations (suppose Indian and American). When that Indian comes to India then he will try to look for a friend belonging to his native state. When he enters into his state , he will look for citizen of his city. And when he will be in city , he will look for someone from his colony. And entering his colony he will again look for someone from his building, and again entering his building he will try to make much better realtions with someone from his floor.and in the last he will try to give most importance to his adjoining neighbour. So dividing ourselves is in human nature. Religion try to unite human beings but we are using religion to divide ourselves. God must be disappointed with us. Let us unite and adopt #Humanity as the religion of this mother earth. So that God must be proud of us.😊😊
"Power of Purity" is the biggest power which is certainly required in today's
scenario. Purity in heart, words and action is needed for everyone in present
time. In any relation of this world it is required even between husband and
wife. Marriage is considered as 'pure bonding' in our society but is it truely
pure? If we are in waiting for this relation at physical level and also for child
birth, is it purity? It should be dependent on the choice and agreement from
both the partners only and not as a social force.
If we change our view, marriage is an eternal company of two people who
share their happiness and sorrows to each other. It should be just like best
friends who have sharing and caring but with a feeling of purity. This will
also lead to a respect of women by a male dominant society.
In reference of child birth, we should think of those children who have lost
their parents. We can adopt them as our child.
'Purity' also means to stop those bad thoughts that lead us to involve in the
conflict of caste, religion etc.
The 'Spirituality' and 'Meditation' is a catalyst to make our mind free of bad
"Power of Purity" is the biggest power which is certainly required in today's scenario. Purity in heart, words and action is needed for everyone in present time. In any relation of this world it is required even between husband and wife. Marriage is considered as 'pure bonding' in our society but is it truely pure? If we are in waiting for this relation at physical level and also for child birth, is it purity? It should be dependent on the choice and agreement from both the partners only and not as a social force.
If we change our view, marriage is an eternal company of two people who share their happiness and sorrows to each other. It should be just like best friends who have sharing and caring but with a feeling of purity. This will also lead to a respect of women by a male dominant society.
In reference of child birth, we should think of those children who have lost their parents. We can adopt them as our child.
'Purity' also means to stop those bad thoughts that lead us to involve in the conflict of caste, religion etc.
The 'Spirituality' and 'Meditation' is a catalyst to make our mind free of bad thoughts.
मेरी उम्र से मेरी त्वचा का पता ही नहीं चलता, या 60 साल के जवान या 60 ये बूढ़े या फिर तुम्हारी साड़ी मेरी साड़ी से सफ़ेद कैसे। इस तरह के विज्ञापनों के कारण हम आज इसके इतने आदि हो गए हैं के ज़्यादातर लोग अपनी सोचने की शक्ति भुलाकर बस विज्ञापनों में दिखाया तो सही होगा यह सोचकर वह वस्तु खरीद लेते हैं। लेकिन आजतक ऐसी कोई क्रीम नहीं बनी हैं जो के 7 दिनों में ही आपको गोरा बना दे। लेकिन हमे रेडीमेड मिलता हैं इस कारण हम वह चीज़ ले लेते हैं। किन्तु क्या हमने कभी यह सोचा हैं के इससे सच में लाभ होगा के नहीं। हमारे रोज के किचन में इतने सौन्दर्य प्रसाधन की वस्तु हैं के बाज़ार से गोरा बनने की क्रीम लाने की कोई जरूरत नही । अगर हम हल्दी का ही प्रयोग करे तो क्रीम की जरूरत ही नही पड़ेगी। इसी तरह टमाटर, दही, नींबू , खीरा , बेसन, मसूर की दाल इनका भी प्रयोग करने से सौन्दर्य में चार चाँद लगेंगे। बच्चे तो इसके जाल में इस तरह से फंस जाते हैं के बिना कुछ सोचे समझे वह चीज़ लेने के लिए अपने पैरेंट्स के पीछे पड जाते हैं। एक मशहूर चॉकलेट का विज्ञापन आता हैं जिसमे उसके साथ एक छोटा सा खिलौना दिया जाता हैं जिसके कारण बच्चे वह चॉकलेट लेने की जिद करते हैं और इस तरह से चॉकलेट की बिक्री बढ़ जाती हैं। कोई कहता यह ड्रिंकिंग पाउडर मेरी एनर्जी बढाता हैं तो क्या पुराने लोग बिना एनर्जी के सहारे जीते नहीं थे। कोई बड़ा स्टार कहता हैं के यह तेल लगाने से आपके सर में ठंडक आएगी तो क्या पुराने लोग गरम ही रहते थे, हमेशा गुस्सा करते थे। अगर कोई इन कंपनीयों पे यह दावा कर दे के आपके विज्ञापन से यह परिणाम नहीं हुआ तो कैसे होगा। किन्तु कंपनी एकदम छोटे अक्षरों में उस प्रॉडक्ट पे यह लिख देता हैं के हर आदमी के हिसाब से इसका परिणाम होगा। मतलब यह के ये बात हर आदमी पे लागू नहीं होगी। लेकिन यह बात कितने लोग समजते हैं। अभी कुछ महीने पहले एक नूडल्स बनाने वाली कंपनी के प्रोडक्टस में शरीर को पाये जाने वाले हानिकारक तत्व पाये गए तो उस पर कुछ दिनों के लिए पाबंदी लगा दी गयी थी। ऐसे कुछ साबुन हैं के जिसको विदेश में आदमी के लिए नही तो कुत्तों को नहलाने के लिए इस्तेमाल किया जाता हैं। किन्तु वह साबुन हमारे यहा बड़े ज़ोर शोर से प्रचार करके आदमियों के नहाने का साबुन कहके बेचा जाता हैं। एक कंपनी जिसकी क्रीम ठंडी में नाक अगर बंद हो तो या छाती पर लगाने से आराम मिलेगा ऐसे कहके बेची जाती हैं वह विदेशों में पाबंदी में हैं। मतलब उस पर विदेशों में बंदी हैं। किन्तु हमारे यहा जन जागृति के अभाव में वह धड़ल्ले से बेची जाती हैं। मतलब इसमे कंपनी के प्रॉडक्ट की अच्छी तरह से जांच पड़ताल नहीं होती। इसके लिए एक ठोस कारवाई की तथा कड़े कानून की जरूरत हैं। के अगर उस वस्तु के उचित परिनाम नहीं पाये गए तो कंपनी पर कड़ी कानूनी कारवाई होगी।
फिल्मों की शराब
"मुझे दुनिया वालों शराबी ना समझो मैं पिता नहीं हु पिलाई गयी हैं" फिल्म लीडर का यह गाना सुनते ही हमारे जेहन में आता हैं वह दिलीप कुमार का लड़खड़ाता अभिनय। हमारे फिल्मों में शराबी का अभिनय बिना शराब पिए ज़िंदा किया हैं वह है जॉनी वॉकर ने। कहते हैं के मरते दम तक जॉनी वॉकर ने शराब को हाथ नहीं लगाया था। किन्तु उनका अभिनय ही इतना दमदार था के क्या कहना। हमारे बॉलीवुड में शराब पर बहोत से गाने फिल्माए गए हैं। गाने क्या इस पर तो संवाद भी लिखे गए हैं " कौन कम्बख्त हैं जो बर्दाश्त करने के लिए पिता हैं , मैं तो पिता हूँ के बस सांस ले सकु"। यह मशहूर संवाद फिल्म " देवदास " का हैं जो दिलीप कुमार ने बोला था। शराब पे बने हुए गाने भी काफी मशहूर हुए हैं। जैसे " जागते रहो " का मोतीलाल पे फिल्माया गया गाना "जिंदगी ख्वाब हैं ख्वाब में झूठ क्या भला और भला सच हैं क्या" . क्या सच कहा गया हैं उस गाने में। जिसे शैलेन्द्र जी ने लिखा और संगीत दिया था सलिल चौधरी ने और गाया था मुकेश जी ने। बहोत कमाल का गाया था। फिल्मों में कहा गया के शराब पीने से गम हल्का होता हैं। सबके लिए यह बात अलग अलग लागू होती हैं। किन्तु यह बात शायद सच होगी के पीने के बाद होश में ना रहने के कारण आदमी कुछ देर के लिए ही सही लेकिन इस दुनिया से परे हो जाता हैं। किन्तु जिस तरह से हमारे फिल्मों में शराबी के गाने फिल्माते हैं तो उससे तो लगता हैं के सच में शराब गम हल्का करता हैं। अब इस गाने को ही ले लीजिये जो "कुली " फिल्म में था उसमे कहा ही गया था " मुझे पीने का शौक नहीं, पिता हूँ गम भुलाने को , तेरी यादें मिटाने को " अब अगर सच में शराब पीने से आदमी की याददाश्त गई रहती तो हर क्रिमिनल ने गुनाह करने के बाद शराब पीके अपनी याददाश्त मिटाई रहती और कोर्ट भी यह साबित नहीं कर पाता की यह गुनहगार हैं क्योंकि उसकी याददाश्त बची ही नहीं रहती थी। किन्तु ऐसा होता नहीं हैं। कुछ ख़ास गीत जो शराब के ऊपर फिल्माए गये हैं। जो काफी मशह्र्र हुए हैं।
छलकाए जाम आइये आपकी आँखों के नाम - मेरे हमदम मेरे दोस्त
छु लेने दो नाजूक होठों को - काजल
मुझको यारों माफ़ करना में नशे में हु - में नशे में हूँ
मुझे नौलखा मंगा दे रे ओ सैयां दीवाने - शराबी
इम्तहान हैं हैं हैं हैं तेरा इम्तहान हैं - सुहाग
पी ले पी ले ओ मोरे राजा - तीरंगा
पंडित जी मेरे मरने के बाद - रोटी कपड़ा और मकान इस गाने में हीरोइन खुद ही कहती हैं के मेरे मरने के बाद मेरे मुँह में गंगाजल की जगह शराब की दो चार बुँदे डाल देना। हम यह नहीं कहते के फिल्मों ने शराब को बढ़ावा दिया हैं किन्तु शराब के गाने काफी मशहूर हुए हैं। जिस तरह से हमारे फिल्मों में हर इवेंट के लिए गाने बने हैं उसी तरह से शराब पे भी बहोत से गाने बने हुए हैं। आखिर में हम इतना कहना चाहेंगे
" भले ही लगे प्यारी प्यारी शराब
जिसको पीने से भूल जाते हैं सारे हिसाब
किन्तु जाते ही शरीर के भीतर
आदमी क्यों बन जाता हैं हैवान
इसलिए कहता हूँ मेरे दोस्तों
मिलते ही शराब दे दो नही नहीं का जवाब "
अनमोल हीरा- लता मंगेशकर
लता मंगेशकर ये नाम किसे पता नहीं। इस नाम के सहारे बहोत से लोग फ़ेमस हो गए हैं। इसमे लक्ष्मीकान्त प्यारेलाल का नाम अग्रणी हैं। लक्ष्मीकान्त प्यारेलाल जोड़ी ने जब सिनेमा में कदम रखने की चाह रखी तब उन्होने पहला सिनेमा किया पारसमणि जिसमे उन्होने फिल्म के सभी फ़ीमेल गाने लता जी से ही गवाए। फिर ‘वो हसता हुआ नूरानी चेहरा’, ‘ऊई माँ ऊई माँ ये क्या हो गया’ , ‘मेरे दिल में हल्की सी’ , ‘चोरी चोरी जो तुमसे मिली’ या फिर ‘वो जब याद आये बहोत याद आए’ जैसे गाने हो। हर गीत ने धूम मचा दी थी। कुछ संगीतकार जो के फिल्म इंडस्ट्री में आने के बाद भी मशहूर नहीं हुए थे या वह एक हिट चाहते थे उन्हे भी लता जी की आवाज से मानो जैसे ऑक्सिजन मिल गया हो। जब लता जी फिल्म इंडस्ट्री में आई थी तब उनकी आवाज बहोत पतली थी और तब यहा सुरैया, शमशाद बेगम, अमीर बाई करनाटकी, नूरजहा जैसी नासिका में गाने वाली गायिकाओं का जमाना था। क्यूंकी तब ऐसे ही गाने को लोग पसंद करते थे। ऐसे में इतनी पतली आवाज को कौन पसंद करते किन्तु उन्होने जो ‘आपकी सेवा में (1947) फिल्म में संगीतकार वसंत जोगलेकर के संगीत निर्देशन से अपनी शुरुवात की तो आज तक वह गा ही रही हैं। हाँ आज उन्होने गाने थोड़े कम कर दिये हैं किन्तु जब भी उनका कोई एक भी गाना आता हैं तो वह बाकी सब गानों में से अलग लगता ही हैं।
लता जी का जन्म 28 सितंबर 1929 को इंदौर के मराठी परिवार में पंडित दीनदयाल मंगेशकर के घर हुआ। इनके पिता रंगमंच के कलाकार और गायक भी थे इसलिए संगीत इन्हें विरासत में मिली। लता मंगेशकर का पहला नाम 'हेमा' था, मगर जन्म के 5 साल बाद माता-पिता ने इनका नाम 'लता' रख दिया था। लता अपने सभी भाई-बहनों में बड़ी हैं। मीना, आशा, उषा तथा हृदयनाथ उनसे छोटे हैं। इनके जन्म के कुछ दिनों बाद ही परिवार महाराष्ट्र चला गया।
लता मंगेशकर ने अपने संगीत सफर की शुरुआत मराठी फिल्मों से की। इन्होंने मराठी फिल्म 'किती हसाल (1942) के लिए एक गाना 'नाचुं या गडे, खेलूं सारी मनी हस भारी' गाया, मगर अंत समय में इस गाने को फिल्म से निकाल दिया गया। क्यूंकी उनके पिता फिल्मों में उनके गाने के खिलाफ थे। इसके बाद मास्टर विनायक ने नवयुग चित्रपट की मराठी फिल्म 'पहली मंगला गौर' (1942) में कार्य किया और फिल्म में गाना 'नाचली चैत्राची नवलाई' गाया। किन्तु इससे उन्हे सफलता नहीं मिल पायी। लेकिन कहते हैं ना जो होना हैं वह तो होता ही हैं। लता जी ने शुरुवात में फिल्मों में अभिनय भी किया। किन्तु उनका रुझान गानो की तरफ ही था। फिर दौर आया 1947 का। 1947 में लता जी एक ऐसा मौका मिला जिसके कारण उनकी जिंदगी ही बदल गई। यह मौका उन्हे फ़िल्म "महल" के "आयेगा आनेवाला" गीत से मिला। इस गीत को उस समय की सबसे खूबसूरत और चर्चित अभिनेत्री मधुबाला पर फ़िल्माया गया था। यह फ़िल्म अत्यंत सफल रही थी और लता तथा मधुबाला दोनों के लिये बहुत शुभ साबित हुई। इसके बाद लताजी ने कभी पीछे मुड़कर नहीं देखा। यह एक सुंदरता का तथा मधुरता का मिलन था जिसे खूब सराहा गया। लता जी एक ऐसी जीवित हस्ती हैं जिनके नाम से पुरस्कार दिया जाता हैं यह पुरस्कार मध्य प्रदेश सरकार देती हैं। लता जी को फिल्म इंडस्ट्री का सबसे बड़ा पुरस्कार दादासाहेब फाल्के अवार्ड मिला हैं। उन्होने 20 से अधिक भाषाओं में 30000 से ज्यादा गाने गाये हैं। वह हमेशा नंगे पाँव ही गाना गाती है। इसका मतलब वह आज भी गानों को पुजा समझकर गाती हैं। लता जी ने कुछ सालों पहले से ही फिल्मफेयर पुरस्कार लेना बंद कर दिया है ताकि यह पुरस्कार आने वाली नई गायिकाओं को मिल सके। इनकी तरह गाने की नकल बहोत नई गायिकाओं ने की लेकिन वह सफल नहीं रही। जिस तरह लता जी ने अपनी अलग पहचान बनाई उससे वह फिल्म इंडस्ट्री में माइलस्टोन बन गयी हैं। इनको ना जाने किस किस उपाधि से नवाजा गया हैं कोई इन्हे गानकोकिला कहता है तो कोई स्वर की देवी कहता हैं। उनकी आवाज को लेकर अमेरिका के वैज्ञानिकों ने भी कह दिया कि इतनी सुरीली आवाज न कभी थी और न कभी होगी। इस महान हस्ती को मेरा शत शत नमन। बस आखिर में इतना ही कहना चाहूँगा
नींद से उठते हैं तेरी आवाज की झंकारों से
सोते भी है तेरी मधुर स्वरों के झूले में
जीवन का सफर करते हैं स्वरों की मदहोशी में
बस कट जाएँ यूंही स्वरों की आगोशी में।
FIVE HABITS THAT ALONE CAN CONSTRUCT AN OUTSTANDING PERSONA
Hello People! Everyone out there. A few questions before i start writing. Are you stuck in your own emotional roller coaster which you don’t want to be on? Are you tired of ruining things for yourselves cause you are not able to pull yourself together each time you have a pit fall in your own shortcomings?
If this is happening than you surely gotta read this which I’ve applied so far and Hell yeah!! it worked for me so good.So, the core to every problem of your mental trauma is ‘you’, ‘yourself’ and your ’emotions’. People often face problems of getting irritated, angry, show hostile behavior, developing envious feelings from others. A flood of emotions inside your minds drains you everyday and you end up like a piece of trash in the middle of nowhere.
The solution to all this bullshit you face in life heyday are just these five habits or emotions you need to practice:-
A feeling that aces the list of positivism in a human being is compassion. This particular emotion keeps you far away from all kinds of negative things revolving around you. No matter how hardcore you are from the outside but your inner membranes should have a soft corner for everyone who is in need. Believe me anger is not a solution for anything. Erase it now and everyone will love you which in turn will make you love everyone around you.
This term has multiple meanings for every individual out there but the basic meaning resides in the word itself which is “to hold”. Dharma doesn’t exactly means a particular religion. It means a rigid structure which motivates you and helps you to stay focused. According to me the best thing to be called as your ‘Dharma’ should be ‘humanity’.Doing positive things for every person around you will help you become a better person in the long run. So guys! just be wise in choosing your “Dharma”.
Ahaa! Finally the most beautiful among all and my favorite feeling “love”. Love is present in many forms around us but don’t get your minds dirty right now.I’m talking about the purest form which is unconditional and eternal love for everyone around you.Above all relations comes the relation of humanity and love is the only thing which binds every individual with each other.Numerous individuals around you feel parched to have a drop of love in their life.React softly , say good things, use happy words, no matter what the situation is don’t develop hatred for anyone . Remember , love is present everywhere around you , it’s just that you need to understand the worth of the one’s you have in your life.
One of the heavies word present in the dictionary. Beholds a deep meaning within, this word itself describes an emotion which is so positive that the presence of it makes the person’s heart beautiful. Doesn’t matter what it is but making a sacrifice is a very big thing. If sacrificing something makes the other person happy or it helps him/her in anyway one should do that often.Don’t do things for a reason or for a reward or just to show someone your concern, instead of that do things so that you feel satisfied after that act cause the real happiness resides in the smile of the person for whom you did a good deed.
An act which shows the real calmness which is present inside the person. What defines your personality is the way you react to situations, or to the people whom you meet.The truth is there is no issue in the world which is impossible to solve or vast as an ocean , it’s just the people who make it seem bigger.Forgiving someone requires a big heart.Keep your calm at every point of life and if you forgive someone continuously ,one day he/she will learn their lesson.
So, These are the things which I have for you right now.Practice just them and you will feel like the happiest person on the planet.
If the listing of active ingredients on the hair shampoo bottle looks confusing after that this post will certainly help you comprehend just what to search for in a great hair loss hair shampoo. Prior to anything else, you must recognize your hair kind - Is it dry, oily, or regular? If you have completely dry hair then you should select a shampoo that will hydrate your scalp and supply important oils to it. Additionally, if you have oily hair after that you need to try a hair shampoo that gets rid of excess oil from your hair as well as cleanses the scalp.
When searching for a good hair loss hair shampoo, you must look for the three important categories of ingredients including cleansers, stabilizers, and also conditioners.
Below are some vital components that you have to try to find in a shampoo, as they help prevent loss of hair and promote good health of the scalp and also hair follicles.
Healthy proteins: This is a necessary ingredient that aids in the development of brand-new and healthy hair. Healthy proteins are the building blocks for hair shafts, and some of the prominent types of protein are hydrolyzed healthy proteins, amino acids, and keratin.
Milk: This is an essential ingredient except its fat, but also for the presence of protein. It works well for damaged hair and split ends.
Balsam: When combined with healthy proteins, this component aids in protecting against loss of hair. It additionally adds to the quantity by finish the hair shaft.
Vitamins: Panthenol present in Vitamin B5 readily gets soaked up into the hair shafts and reinforces them.
Creams: If your hair is completely dry then you should try to find shampoos which contain all-natural moisturizes such as yoghurt, apple-cider vinegar, rosemary oil, and avocado.
Crucial oils and also waxes: We know that crucial oils aid to maintain hair as well as scalp well-nourished and healthy and balanced. A few of the popular oils that you have to try to find in a hair loss hair shampoo are olive oil, avocado oil, ylang-ylang oil, almond oil, rosemary oil, wheat bacterium oil, shea oil, emu oil, and natural oils consisting of nettle oil, plantain oil, as well as burdock oil. Waxes such as beeswax and also spermaceti shield hair versus water evaporation but they are not also oily.
Lemon (citric juice): If you have oily hair that builds up dust really fast, you have to search for lemon essences in your shampoo to obtain eliminate the excess oil from your hair.
Allantoin: This functions like a very good conditioner by enhancing the water retention capacity of the hair shafts. It has anti-dandruff residential properties, as well as can conveniently liquify excess kerotin on the hair follicles or scalp.
Sun blocks: If you march in the sunlight frequently then you should look for a shampoo which contains sunscreens to provide minor defense from the sunlight's rays. However do not presume the sunscreens to protect your hair the means it takes care of your skin.
He Shou Wu and also saw palmetto: You must look for these natural herbs due to the fact that they have a straight link with hair loss. Saw palmetto helps hair expand faster and He Shou Wu aids regrowth of hair roots as well as hold-ups graying.
Ingredients that do not aid in a loss of hair shampoo:
Eggs: Although it contains healthy protein which is considered as a good addition for treating hair loss, egg healthy proteins can not be absorbed by hair, and also for this reason it includes no worth to the hair shampoo aside from being made use of as an advertising tool.
Carrot oil: It does not promote hair wellness by any means. Carrot oil is only made use of to add fragrance and color.
Aloe vera: There are lots of hair shampoos that contain aloe. Although this is a powerful herb, it helps in recovery swelling of the scalp. It does not play a significant role in avoiding hair loss or promoting hair growth.
Malt: There are a number of men's hair shampoos that contain malt nevertheless they are not the very best resource for proteins.
Honey: It is recognized to include luster to hair when applied directly. When made use of as an active ingredient in a hair shampoo, it comes to be absolutely water soluble as well as gets washed out.
This is a straightforward overview that shows you just what to look for when purchasing a shampoo to decrease loss of hair as well as grow back hair. So, the following time you likely to a store to buy a hair shampoo, remember to select intelligently. Dealing with your hair and also consuming a healthy diet plan consisting of crucial nutrients as well as vitamins can go a long method backwards hair loss problems.
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सेंसर बोर्ड की वेश्या वृत्ति ने हिन्दुस्थान की आजादी को फिर दे दी गाली
मेरे प्यारे जागे एवं सोये देश वासियो अनुराग कष्यप की अगली
फिल्म हरामखोर पर भी सेंसर बोर्ड ने अपना सड़ा गोबर फेक दिया हमारे तानाशाह के हराम खोर पिल्लै
इन सब सज्जन मॉरेल मूर्खो ने अपना कमाल दिखा दिया समाज वकत के साथ बदलता है नैतिकता की सीमाएं फैलती है
मगर ये कंजर कंजूस औलादे है अमरीका मैं हॉकिंग से जा के पूछो अस्तित्व फैल रहा है
अकबर हुकुमशाह ने भी कला को आजादी दी थी
शर्म आती है ऐसे स्वतंत्रता की जंहा एक सुन्दर कला अविष्कार को बार बार कोर्ट जाना पड़े
तो बहनो और बहियों चाय पे चर्चा न करे
आवाज उठाये भगत सिंग और गांधी के खून से रंगी आजादी को सेंसर बोर्ड ने गाली दी है
हम भी देंगे सेंसर की
RAMBLINGS OF A RAIN RATTLED RESIDENT
Hi. I am a Chennai resident and was one of the victims of the unrelenting rains that had ripped the city apart in early December, 2015. In this last 4 months since the disaster I read quite a few articles & stories written by my fellow Chennaites about their experiences in the rain hit capital city & it inspired me to pen down my own experiences. I had an initial draft which I had written during the rains when I was trapped in my room with no means to pass time. So I decided to give it a proper form & type it out & post in on the internet. I realize that this comes 4 months too late but as someone once said, “Its better late than never.”
Rains mean different things to different people. For instance farmers would treat rain as Gods descending on earth to aid their cultivation. A filmmaker would make rains the backdrop of his romantic songs or fight scenes. But for most people especially in this part of the world rains come as a relief after a treacherous summer. For me personally rains meant nothing more than 1 of the 4 seasons. My one most prominent childhood memory of rain featured the times after a burst of rain when me and my friends used to pool up our pocket monies and buy a large bar of Cadbury’s Diary Milk which would then serve as a reward for the winner of ‘Cadburys Chocolate Paper Boat Championships’. The Championships were divided into 4 stages. 1st round where all the children who had “invested” in the winner’s prize can participants. The top eight times of the 1st round would move to the quarters. Yes we used a stopwatch to time all the boats. The semis would have the top four contestants and the finals would showcase the top 2. Each contestant was allowed to have a backup boat in case the first boat sinks but if you lost your back up boat too that would lead to disqualification from the race. So you see my personal equation with rain so far had been cordial or indifferent. But all that changed in the past few days when rains lashed my adopted home and turned one of the country’s largest metros into a godforsaken hellhole. The rains hit the city in 2 spells. The first one although left a huge trail of death & destruction in its wake didn’t have much of impact on me personally and I unlike most people don’t give a damn of anything unless I am personally affected by it. (That was a sarcasm in case you didn’t notice). Also in its second spell the rain was way more lethal crippling the city’s infrastructure. Electricity and water supply where the first to go, followed by the cell towers. Then the ATM’s of my neighborhood and its surrounding areas ran out of money. No food was available as all restaurants had shut down. Without any internet or mobile or friends ( I am new to the city having moved here just this September as I had got a job in a US based company at DLF IT Park, one of the prominent Software Parks in the city.) I was struck in my own personal hell and thus took up writing about my ordeal to pass time and also with a faint hope that these writings would fetch be immortalized as a personalized account of human tragedy one day like Anne Frank’s Dairy. Yeah yeah I know it’s more than a bit of a stretch of imagination that’s why I used the adjective ‘faint’ to qualify the word ‘hope’. Having got that out of the way I now proceed to narrate my arduous adventure day by day.
DAY 01 THE DAY WHEN IT ALL BEGAN
After an uncharacteristically brutal first spell of cloudburst when all the Chennaites including yours truly were thinking that the worst was over but we were completely unaware of what the rain gods had in store for us. It had started to rain quite heavily since early morning so I decided to wait a bit before starting but even after 12 when the rains showed no signs of abating I decided to leave anyway. So after half an hour of hopping, skipping & jumping trying to avoid potholes and puddles (My office is a 15 minute walk from my room.) I finally reached my office only to find that there was hardly anyone there. My boss who arrived earlier was getting ready to leave & advised me to do the same as the rains were gathering momentum. But I had some stuff to care off and decided to wrap it up before leaving. By the time I was done it was evening and the rains were showing no signs of ceasing so I decided to make a move. Upon reaching the main gate of the IT Park I was greeted by a huge traffic jam which stretched my travel time by almost an hour. Tired and drenched to the core I reached my room took a bath and was going through the day’s newspaper when the power went out. As the rains had intensified I couldn’t go out to buy food and had to spend a sleepless night with mosquitoes enjoying a grand feast on my body. Ahh! The cruel irony.
DAY 02 THE DAY WHEN IT GOT WORSE
Next day I got up & decided that I have only 1 option left with me. Escape. Make a run for it. I checked in the internet and found out that the trains & flights were not running but the buses were operational. I couldn’t book the tickets because my net connectivity failed. So I decided to go to Chennai’s main bus terminus and try my luck there. So I packed a few essentials in a bag, sprayed on some deo as I couldn’t take a bath, the water supply had gone kaput since the earlier night and got out. But I had only reached as far as DLF IT Park (where I work) when I met with a horrible sight. The main road stretching from the Software Park’s main gate to as far as eyes could see was flooded with water reaching up to hip level. Then I realized that I only had 2 options either to go back to my room or go inside DLF. Hoping that at least there would be electricity and water at my office I chose the latter. So I waded my way to the office. The lifts were not working (which though escaped my notice then was a sign of things to come) so I had to walk six flights of stairs to reach the floor where my office is situated. Upon reaching I plugged in my laptop & mobile to charge them and went back to ground floor to withdraw money from the ATM. There I met a massive queue. After waiting in line for about an hour and a half some more bad news came my way, a staple over the last couple of days that the ATM had run out of cash. I fumbled my wallet to find I had a little over a hundred rupees which I then used to buy some snacks. I went back to my office and waiting for me was….. Yes you guessed it right, no prizes though, more bad news. The electricity was gone as the basement levels were submerged under water so the administration team came an asked us to evacuate the building. So I exited the building with another couple of guys. As we reached the ground floor by stairway one of them said before he wanted to check his bike parked in the upper basement. So we went down the stairs leading to the basement but couldn’t go to the basement as it was submerged under water. The building looked like a sinking ship. Remember the scene from Titanic where as the ship is sinking Rose goes to the lower deck to rescue Jack who is imprisoned in one of the rooms there and as she climbs down she sees water rushing up. That precisely was the sight we were met with as we tried to go down the stairs leading to the basement. But we are not Rose so instead of going down we decided to head back up to the ground floor. Eventually after half an hour of wading through water reaching up to hip level we reached the main gate to greeted by another unimaginable sight. The highway in front of the DLF building had turned into a mighty river & there were boats running on them. Just imagine how you will feel if one day you wake up and see the roads in front of your houses had transformed into river & there were boats on them. It will blow you away. That’s exactly how I felt. There were 4-5 trucks with the words National Disaster Response Force emblazoned on the sides parked near our main gate. That was the moment it struck me that I am caught in middle of freaking natural disaster. With this horrible thought in my head I didn’t realize that I had crossed the water logged portion of the road and had reached dry land from where I made my way back to the room. My escape plan had failed miserably. I was back in the same place I started in the first place. It was just late afternoon but the cloud cover caused my room to be engulfed on darkness. No power meant no way to pass time. I just lay down in the bed staring at the ceiling. Soon I began to feel hungry and so ate a little of the mixture I had bought earlier. I had bought a Rs.85 mixture packet and I decided to conserve it so that I can use it for as long as possible as I had no idea how long this situation was going to last. Then I laid and tried to sleep but just like God, sleep had abandoned me as the lack of fan and the abundance of mosquitoes made the night even worse.
DAY 03 THE DAY WHEN I SAW BOTH SIDES OF HUMANITY
The next day when I woke up I decided to go out and take a stock of the situation to see whether there are any means of escape. So I got up, brushed my teeth, eat some more of the mixture I had and went out armed with my smartphone and my ATM card. Smartphone to search for a cell signal and & ATM in case I found a ATM in working condition but finding either of them was proving to be more difficult than finding the Great Indian Bustard. Finally after hours of fruitless search I returned home. Now I had walked for hours and was dead tired and awfully hungry & the mixture was finished. Apparently my mixture conservation project had failed. Also I had nothing to do to pass time and so I decided to write about my misadventures. So I took out a pen & paper went to the balcony & started writing. Just then I saw a van filled with water cans pull in front of my mansion. I went into my room grabbed my wallet & the empty can & hurried downstairs. By the time a large group of people had already gathered around the van. I also joined the crowd feeling every bit like a Syrian refugee in Europe except at least they were given free food & water but here we were being charged INR 80 for a water can that usually costs INR 35! Talk about profiteering from other’s misery. After around half an hour of being pushed and shoved around I realized I was no closer to getting some water than I was when I arrived. So I decided to summon my latent leadership skills & tried asking the unruly crowd to fall in a line so that everyone can get some water. But no one even bothered to listen. Also by then there were only a few water cans left. So I decided to add this to my list of unfortunate incidents that happened in my life over the last few days & returned to my room. I continued writing till it was dark & I could no longer see. Then I went to balcony & was sitting there staring at the cloudy night sky wondering if the rain would ever end when our mansion keeper joined me in the balcony. We swapped stories of our misadventures over the last couple of days. He told me he didn’t come for work for the last 2 days as his house was flooded & I told him about how I had no money & had to survive on a mixture packet. On knowing that I was hungry he offered to take me to his relative who runs a mess & said that I could eat for free there & pay later once the ATM’s started working. So I went with him to this small mess run by this sweet middle aged couple who not only had food but also kind words for my hungry soul. In this modern world were humans are fast turning into monsters it was a relief to stumble upon this small oasis of humanity. The food consisted of the most heavenly chapattis & vegetable stew I had ever had & before realizing I had 5 of them. Then after thanking them profusely I returned. For the first time in a long time I fell asleep almost immediately after I laid down in my bed despite the fact that the mosquitoes had upped the ferocity of their attacks on my body.
DAY 04: THE DAY THAT BOUGHT SOME RELIEF
Last night my mansion keeper had informed me that today electricity will come for an hour and asked me to recharge my mobile & laptop then. So I decided to switch on my fan & lights & plugged my laptop & mobile to charging points before I went to sleep. Today I woke to the sweet humming of the fan. I immediately got up & got dressed & hurried out hoping now that there is electricity the ATMs would have also started working. I was met with huge queue outside the ATM kiosk which was a huge relief as that meant the ATM was up & running. Look at me. My ordeals over the past few days have turned me from a person with a pathological hatred of crowds to a person to whom large groups of people are a relief. Anyway I joined the line & after half an hour came my chance to withdraw money. In a few seconds I had 10 INR 1000 notes in my hands. It felt so great to finally be able to handle money again. By the time I reached back to my mansion electricity had bid adieu but not before fully charging my mobile phone & laptop. So after days I had cash in hand & fully charges electronic devices. Boy this calls for a celebration I thought. Disasters have a way turning mundane events of your day to day life like withdrawing cash from ATMs & recharging your phones to special occasions. So I decided to celebrate this & went to the mess I had my dinner last night & had a full meal with fish fry as a side dish. That was pure heaven in my mouth. I then paid them for both today’s meal & last night’s dinner & returned home with my stomach full & my spirits high. On my way I bought a packet of mosquito coil. Let the mosquitoes come today I will show them who’s the boss. After I reached home took out my pen & paper & continued writing till darkness fell. Then again I went out & had dinner. Came back & slept peacefully for the second night in a row, a luxury in these troubled times. Before sleeping I did two things, first I lit 5 mosquito coils & placed them all around my bed. You would think 5 coils isn’t that too much? Maybe but I had been tortured by these evil army for these past few days so today I was determined to take the fight to them. Secondly, I made a plan in my head to get out the hell out of here & make my way to Trivandrum, my native. First I decided to go to the railway station to see if there are any trains running or else make my way to the Chennai’s bus terminus to try & get a seat in any of the buses leaving Chennai. Worst case scenario I would not find any transportation out of Chennai & would have to come back but I will at least have the satisfaction of having tried. Satisfied with my plan I closed my eyes & drifted into sleep.
Day 05 THE DAY I MET ANNIE
As I got up I had one thing clear in my head “I got to escape this hellhole”. I counted the money in hand. I had INR 9000-ish. That would be enough. I did some mental calculations. I would need INR.1000 to reach the Chennai Central Railway Station as this was kind of risky to drive in these conditions and that would be the fare any auto driver would charge extra for that. So I got up, got dressed, caught an auto from the main road and made my way to the Central Station in an auto rickshaw. (The driver charged INR 1500 but I didn’t try & bargain with him as my intent was just to get out of here.) Fortunately trains were up and running. Thanks Heavens! I checked up at train list and there was a Guruvayur Express leaving for Trivandrum that very evening. Now there was cell reception and internet at the station. A quick check at the IRCTC website told me that there were 22 seats available. As I was about to book my ticket. I heard a nervous, female voice speaking over her cell in chaste Malayalam. It was coming from the girl sitting opposite to me.She was saying, “The ticket to Trivandrum is Rs.1000 but all I have is just Rs.750. Oh God! What am I supposed to do now?” After some time the line got cut off apparently because its battery was dead as she threw it right at my feet and covered her face presumably sobbing. Now normally I don’t go around trying to rescue every damsel in distress but I decided to make an exception for this one. After all she was from my hometown (& really pretty. Wink. Wink). So I picked up her phone, tapped her shoulder and handed it to her. She looked up blinking away her tears and muttered a feeble Thanks. “Excuse me” I said in Malayalam “I overheard you speaking to god on your phone and I think I can help you.”
“What???” she asked, her brows furrowed.
“I said I overheard you speaking on the phone. You said you were short of money hence cannot book the ticket to Trivandrum. Then you uttered the words “Oh God! Now what am I supposed to do?” So I thought you were speaking to God.”
She smiled weakly and said, “No I was talking to my father. I was appraising him about my situation. My folks at home are worried sick.”
“Yeah. I would presume so and that’s why I am offering to book your ticket along with mine. Coincidentally I am also travelling to Trivandrum and it would great to have a travel companion as 14 hours can get pretty boring when you are alone.”
“Will you do that for me? Oh that will be great.” She said her face lighting up “Thanks a lot. And I promise to pay you back as soon as I can.”
“Ok, Ok. First things first. Can you give me your full name and age so that I can key it in?” I said playing it cool cause you know chicks dig cool.
“My name is Annie Abraham.” (Catholic hmmm…. I know about Jesus and the Ten Commandments And that God created the earth in 7 days and Adam & Eve and their tree of knowledge and also about all their important holidays (viz; Christmas, Easter & Good Friday). The rest of the stuff I will just learn along the way.)
“My age is 23 years.” (Two years younger. Yay!!!!)
So I booked her ticket and she bought lunch for both of us. I didn’t get a chance to play the gentleman there as she excused herself saying she had to use the restroom and went and bought food. So I played the same trick on her at dinnertime. Squared.
She was a really nice girl. A bit chatty & very friendly. After chatting with her for half an hour I almost forgot that we had just met. She was a MBA Finance and working at Accenture.( I had read somewhere that if spouses work in the same field it results in more harmony between them as both understand the nature of each other’s work. Did I mention earlier that I also am in Finance and work in an IT company?) The train came on time and after boarded we continued chatting till around 12. Rather she chatted and I sat their listening some time and rest of the time just staring at her pretty face. I never considered myself a romantic but here I was falling head over heels for her. As someone rightly said “You are never a romantic until you meet the right person.” Actually no one’s ever said that I just made it up. It just felt right to add a quote at this juncture. We were allotted side upper and side lower berths. She said she wanted the upper berth so I took the lower one. At around 12 a.m. we laid down to sleep. Just a few minutes later she came down and said, “Hey. I am not feeling sleepy. Are you asleep?” I had almost fallen asleep but of course I didn’t admit to it and instead replied in the clearest possible voice. “No. I am not.” So we sat and chatted till dawn or rather she talked and I sat there drifting in and out of my sleep. Finally as the train was nearing its destination (Yes I was fully awake by then) I asked for number.
“Oh.” She replied and added inquiringly “Why?”
“So that when we get back to Chennai I can contact you to get my money back.”
“Oh. Right. Right. I am sorry I totally forgot that.” She replied unable to hide a note of embarrassment from her voice.
The train had finally reached Trivandrum Central. We alighted the train and she ran towards a balding man in his late fifties who was standing right in front of the door from which we alighted. He was her father. She introduced him to me & he thanked me profusely for aiding the safe return of his daughter. He then took my Account Number and promised to wire in the cash today itself. As the father daughter duo turned to leave, Annie waved me goodbye and made a phone receiver gesture with her hand and mouthed the words, “Call me.”
Oh my God. She likes me. There’s no other reason for her to ask her to call me given her father had already taken my account number and promised to transmit the cash. No you idiot she was just being polite, a saner voice in my head chided me. But then almost at the same instant she turned around again and smiled. That’s clear sign that she liked me. She was a movie buff and was specially a sucker for those breezy romantic ones & she knew I was a movie lover too. So she knew I would understand the sign. For those who are not into lovey-dovey Bollywood movies FYI there is a recurring theme in these movies that “If a girl turns around and looks at you while she’s walking away she’s in love with you.” My heart stopped. The last few days may have sucked but all that suffering is finally being paid off. I had met the girl of my dreams and she liked me. I wanted to break into a dance on the platform but there were people around and I was a horrible dancer. These beautiful thoughts running in my head was rudely interrupted by a loud banging followed by a familiar voice calling out my name. I woke up and realized that it had all been a dream. Of course it was. I had been a fool to think otherwise. There were signs in the dream telling me that it was a dream. First one being all the trains to Chennai were cancelled owing to the rains so there was no way that I could go to Trivandrum in one. Second; Guruvayur Express starts from Chennai Egmore not Chennai Central. Third; I am an introvert ergo my chances of starting a conversation with a stranger is almost zero. Fourth and the most apparent; the chances of a beautiful girl falling in love with me after a 14 hour train journey is as remote you finding a bunch of Smurfs hiding in your grocery bag. Anyway after the things were put into perspective I realized the loud banging was that of someone knocking my door and the voice belonged to my brother’s.
DAY O5. The REAL DAY 5.
So my brother had arrived from Pune to search for me as my folks had instructed him to do so. He had also started a Facebook needle or thread or something (unlike most people of my age I am not an avid FB enthusiast and hence I am unfamiliar with its lingo.) stating that I was “missing”. I was like dude I am out of cell phone coverage for 3 days & suddenly I am missing. Is this what the world has come to? Anyway I was planning to leave the place today so his arrival was right on time. So we got in an auto and went to his old place at Thoraipakkam where he lived before being transferred to Pune as there was water & electricity there. Only two of the eight people were in the apartment as the others had gone to their respective hometowns so there was plenty space for us. Fortunately here my TATA PHOTON dongle was working so I could book tickets for both of us to Trivandrum. The day’s seats were all booked so we could only the next day’s bus. I then took a bath, a really long bath as I washed away all the horrors that I had been through, watched a movie (As I mentioned earlier I am a movie addict and watch one every day if possible or at least every couple of days. These godforsaken rains had also robbed me of that ) & went to sleep hoping that we are able to reach the Chennai Moffussil Bus Terminus which is our boarding point in time as the place is at an hour’s distance on a sunny day & Lord alone knows how long it will take to reach there during these crazy times.
DAY 06. THE DAY WHEN I FINALLY MADE OUT OF THE RAIN LASHED CITY
The next day I got up, took a bath. It was almost afternoon by then. So I went out & brought 2 lunch parcels from the most expensive diner in the locality. After lunch we packed up our stuff & decided to leave immediately for the bus stand. It was just 2.30 pm & the bus would only arrive at 6.00 but we decided that it was better to go & wait at the bus stand rather than arrive late & risk missing the bus because I didn’t think I had it in me to risk suffering another setback. So we hailed an auto rickshaw as the call taxi service was still out. The auto guy charged INR 900 which my brother pointed out was almost 4 times the actual fare after a bit of bargaining settled of INR 750 & we made our way to the Bus Terminus. Exactly at 6 the bus arrived & we got in. I was the first one in. As the bus started & moved out of the terminus I breathed a sigh of relief. I had lived a sheltered & almost uneventful life. This is the first time I was in middle of a disaster & I was all alone & made it out almost single handedly. Yes, yes I had a little help from my brother that is why “almost” being the operative word here. This ordeal gave me confidence that I am a much stronger person than I give myself credit for. So with this new found self-confidence & a quite prayer in my lips I made my way out of the rain stricken metro to my cozy, beautiful hometown.
There are some people who are born to inspire I call them the elites of mankind and all others the masses who are merely born to expire. No doubt like many others I know my category and that’s the later one. However even in the latter category there are some who made their life the way they want and then there are others like me who becomes the person they are the way life made them. Ordinary people, the crowd, who just cheer for others throughout their life; find real happiness in others achievements, get more upset about the miss-happenings in the world then their own life. Follow the same age old routine throughout of school-college-job-marriage-kids-responsibilities-worry about future-creep about the past and one day die in the hope of living life. But no one bothers because that’s the circle of life of an ordinary human being.
Usual is ordinary, different is extra-ordinary. However being different is not everyone’s cup of tea. It take guts, it needs passion, lots of patience and sacrifice to some extent. Why sacrifice because from being ordinary to different is a path full of hurdles. A path less recommended by masters of Life, A path of love lost, a path of being away from family and kin. Sometimes a path of sufferings, grief and agony. Overall it requires a whole hearted effort to being different. I believe charisma and skills can be develop; it may be tough but not impossible. However creativity can’t because that’s your inner feeling. If you are not a dreamer, you can’t be creative. I believe that’s why they say dream big to achieve big. But the irony is we are happy being ordinary, being routine oriented. We do not have time for dream, we don’t want to be creative because we follow the herd. That’s what we were taught, we learned and we advise.
But is it really necessary to live a life following the so called age old routine of ordinary human being. Can’t we the part of herd be a little more sympathetic to ourselves? Can’t we give a little more time to ourselves from our so called routine oriented fast-paced life? Don’t we have the rights to do a bit of soul searching? A bit of time spend searching the meaning of Life, thinking about why we are here, what makes us different than other creatures. A little bit of time spend doing what we like to do or wish to do. A bit of time spend by planning a journey of life time, by travelling the world like a Nomad. A bit of time spend by cherishing the sweet, happy moments of past spent with near and dear once instead of just sweating around thinking about the uncertainty of future. A bit of time spend going through the age old album of memories; listening to that favorite music of lost love; having a quite weekend dinner of home cooked food with family at your living space instead of that lavish restaurant. A lazy hour of not so meaningful chatting with your little ones.
What stops us from all these happiness of Life, what refrains us from being ourselves? Or we are just binded this way! To sock the heat of man-made pattern throughout our Life. No question, no argument, follow the music and dance with the herd; the dance of Life. But why we need to follow the same scripted dance of Life? Because we are being served from the beginning with this script! Because someone made this for us and we have been following it for long! Why we can’t say a straight ‘no’ to this age old routine? Like the question, the answer lies within us as well. We are the master of our own deed. We are the one who choose what to follow. The same age old routine or to script our own. But we being ordinary choose the easy way out. Instead of getting into all the complexities of creating our own script, we simple choose to follow what is being served to us by the society.
At the end, after all these thought churning what I have realized, being ordinary or different is a call of each individual. However even being ordinary we can be different, we can be ourselves. Being in the herd, we can still be identical. Because from inside, we all are different; no human is alike. We just need to give us that time we needed from our busy schedule to be ourselves, to be passionate about something, to do what we wish to do. To see things with our own perspective, even be it foolish for others. To being thoughtful. We just need to learn to Dream!
ये पठानकोट के एयरबेस पे हमला नहीं ये हिंदुस्तान पे हमला था इस हमले के जबाब में हिंदुस्तान की B.J.P. सरकार के C मंत्रियों नें किसी छिनाल औरत की तरह अपने हाथों को घुमाते अपनी आँखों को नचाते हुए पाकिस्तानी सरकार से कह दिया --जाओ पहले आतंकवादियों का हिसाब करो वर्ना 15 जनवरी को हम तुमसे बात नहीं करेंगे --ता थैया -थैया -थैया ---बस कड़ा जबाब दे दिया ना पाकिस्तान को --अब क्या शरीफ बच्चे की जान लोगे हिन्दुस्तानियों
Looking for Perfect Match? . . .
You must have observed people complaining about their perfect match, but what does a perfect match really mean? Is that really a comparison between the expectations and realities or it is finding out a person who can really live with you happily? Think it over..
Marriage today is simply becoming a formality which gets fulfilled at certain time as per plan. Whereas in reality it demands many exercises without which it creates lot of uncertain & undue issues. It is not simply saying yes or no for the candidate, but to realize the values of your understanding on upcoming phase of your life.
Every male or female has their own individual expectations for the perfect match they are looking for, but the important thing is to be ready to mould your mind according to the upcoming situations. Marriage in reality is like a game of lemon and spoon. Balancing is inevitable.
The most important part of marriage is bride. God must have taken more than enough time to create the most magnificent creation of this universe. It is really a matter of appreciation that knowing or unknowing the facts brides come forward to leave everything behind and go with bridegroom. It is a sign that brides trust everybody with the closed eyes like a child.
If you know how to handle a child, you can better handle a marriage. Handling child does not mean to fool the relationship, but to win the trust. You must have seen many children go out of control, not because they are like that but because they have lost the trust of their parents. It is the simple psychology to push break when the roads are not clear, than why do we raise our Minds for the issues which can be handled by silence?
Think it over. . .
Scene 1: A man is attending a social gathering. Dancing to the tunes of music he slowly starts stripping all his clothes. After a period, he is all bare. Considering the presence of ladies and children, the hosts of the party immediately ask him to put his clothes on. When he is reluctant to in all his drunken behavior, he is ousted immediately. The result was that this behavior got very few invitations for him henceforth.
Scene 2: A man with his vehicle on crossroads. He is without helmet and brakes not working. The cops immediately pull him up. Instead of compelling to the rules, he starts quarrelling with the cops. Somehow, due to influence he had, he manages to escape without paying any fine. When he gives an account of this incident to his friends, all of them laud him.
Compare scene 1 and scene 2. At first instance there seems to be minimal analogy. But if we retrospect, it’s quite the same. Baring all and breaking traffic rules is the violation of the penal code though under different acts. But stripping in public is also a social offence. It immediately invites public criticism. But breaking traffic rules is not. Hence it is openly violated. It concludes that people fear breaking social codes of conduct. A man does not fear a prison or a fine but he apprehends public criticism and getting booted out from the social community which consequent after a visit to the prison.
The rampant corruption in our country is not due to some venal citizenry but the environment that is built by all of us. Today a person respects command from the house he owns, a car he drives, a suit that he wears etc. As a result, an adolescent who has just stepped into his college life thinks the same way. He starts minting money in the most unlawful way by stealing a piece of cake in all the events that he organizes in his college life. If this is the foundation, we cannot build the right architecture. Fresh graduates who aspire to become IAS, IPS to get the cream kickback are the worst of all.
For instance, Late Dr. Vikram Sarabhai commanded respect in his times as well as today. But we don’t adore him for the house he abode in or the car he drove. He was respected for his contribution towards the society. His great contributions to the field of science, technology and management made him The Dr. Vikram Sarabhai. A man shouldn’t be respected for what he gathers but for what he gives to the society from his accrual. Accrual of money and wealth is a scalar, only when used for the society gives it the right direction making it a vector quantity.
When the media puts up footage or headlines as to how high profile criminals get away from the clutches of the law, we are only creating a bad impression on our young minds. In scene 1, hadn’t the man been stopped, the children would have got inspired from that. In the coming time, they may find it as legitimate to bare and replicate it. Criticizing the wrong act is as important as commending the good one. In scene 2, if the incident was described to his son in a lauding manner, he would be inspired to do the same.
I remember a time not before two decades when if any allegations were made on ministers or officials, they immediately used to come up with the offer for resigning. Compare that with today, where even after being proved guilty by the agencies, the functionaries are not ready to give up. That’s how much brazen we have become. This is where the ambience comes into picture.When we encounter someone who has defied law, we should look down upon them instead of applauding his influence in getting away from the law. This is where the slogan: “Youth is the true resource of the country” can be realized. Right from the college life or professional life, when we encounter anybody defying the law, we should confront them. If we don’t set the foot right in our foundation age, we will never build a strong architecture. Just a few days back, I read of an incident where an Indian family on holiday in some European country was humiliated and prosecuted under law because they left the food in their plates in the hotel. And here we consider leaving water tapes open, throwing wastes on the road, not switching off lights and fans as something cool. Wasting time and resources is never cool. It is a despicable stupidity.
We should build an ambience where doing right things invites appreciation and wrong things invite a strong criticism. For if one person tries, it inspires the set of people surrounding him, which in turn can inspire another circles of people surrounding those people. One person cannot change the country on his own and neither should one do. But leading only its peers on the right way is one’s responsibility. When magazines come out with their power list, they often forget one criteria and that is inspiration. Powerful people are not those who possess hefty bank accounts, boasting high capacity in institution but are those who have inspired millions by their lofty character. If one goes by this definition, I see very few names on the power list of magazines.
Since last few years, we have somehow built the mentality of not stopping the people from indulging into the wrong act. It is termed as managing one’s business. But it is a flawed concept. Whenever someone is acting against the interest of the institution or the country, it is our right and duty to stop him. We have somehow forgotten the concept of ownership. Very few educational institutions in the country teach the concept of ownership. One of them is IIT-GN where during my internship I had the chance to listen to the welcome speech of its director during the frosh orientation. He said: “This institution is as much yours as is mine. To take care of it and see that it rises is your concern today and even after you graduate.” This applies equally to all of us. The country is in need of moral guardians. Police, government and army cannot do everything. They can perform in its full capacity only when we co-operate them. How can we expect them to find out a handful of terrorists or naxalites in a country of 1.2 billion people? If we see something unlawful it is our duty to inform them and co-operate. Only then we can lead a safe and peaceful life.
Last one year of my life has been absolutely blissful, because I have had chance to interact and work with the most amazing people of the country. They are some of the people who after graduating from the elite institutions of the country like IIT, ISM, BITS, IIM are equally concerned as to how they can repay the society. Some of them are working on grassroots level in rural areas, some engaged in breaking the information barrier for the youth while others fostering entrepreneurship and research.
Most of the readers of this article will be my friends in their early twenties. We are yet to start our professional life or the vicious circle where one’s concern is buying the most expensive car and home. Let’s create an ambience of our own where along with all the material comforts we count “CONTRIBUTION TO THE SOCIETY” as a virtue and take into consideration while judging the status of the person. Only when we build such an atmosphere, co-operative environment and fair market to do business we will be truly called the “SUPER POWER” of the world.
P.S: One can contribute to the society in three ways:
1) Material: You give away the resources (Eg: Land, Money, Other Resources). This is positive degree of contribution.
2) Teach: There is a famous saying”Don’t give me the fish to eat. It will help me for one day. Teach me to fish and it’ll help everyday” Teaching, guiding or showing an appropriate path for a better living is a comparative degree of contribution which is higher than the first form.
3) Inspire: When one becomes inspirational like Gandhiji, Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel, Dr. Kalam etc., he is serving to the society in the superlative way. It is the highest form of contribution.
After working for over 6 months, on one screwed up day I was told that my training period has been extended and that too not based on my performance but because somehow they realised that I lack in manner (I agree) and moral (I agree) and motivation. The reason they gave is that I don’t show any interest in working after 5pm. I would like to mention here that I am supposed to be working till 5 pm and there is no provision for any kind of over time to be paid in my company. I fought for myself, had quarrels with my seniors and finally (irritated) they all gave me my confirmation. Well, it is not the good news. I am not eligible for any kind of increment till March 2013. Well, Screw the confirmation.
Being a little disappointed I was thinking what I need to improve to make them have faith in me. The answer was simple. Work hard and get bonus. Now, somehow I started to calculate things.
Under given are my observations.
My normal total working hours = 8
Average increment = 10% of 20000 = 2000
Increased money in 1 year = 2000*12 = 24000
Working hours if I need a supercool increment = 8+2 = 10
Total extra hours in a month = (10-8)*22 = 2*22 = 44 ***[there are 22 working days]
Total extra hours in an year = 44*12 = (wait! let me use the calculator) = 528
Total number of extra working days = 528/8 = (calculator again) = 66 days
Salary for working 22 days = 20000
Salary for working 66 days = 20000*3 = 60000
Supercool increment = 30% of 20000 = 6000
Increased money in 1 year = 6000*12 = 72000
Total loss = (60000+24000)-72000 = 12000
I know you are wondering, what the shit you all were doing trying to get an increment or promotion or may be just a praise from seniors. Well, screw the increment.
Look, if you are doing what you really want to do, then trust me you will always be happy. But, if you are trapped in some other space then dude, you need to get out of there. I know it is not easy as while switching there is a possibility of a complete black hole situation when you would have to face all the kind of oppositions. However, there is a possibility of a smooth transition as well. For that you will have to understand the under given passage.
For any job, you can come up with 3 types of performances.
1st one is a lame one. If you do this then you would be kicked out the company real soon.
3rd is the ultra-efficient performance. You show this card only if you want to stay in this job profile forever and ever. These people will get increment quarterly, promotion half-yearly and are praised almost daily. However, they are always over- burdened with their work.
Now, there is one more category in between these two. People who get increment yearly, promotion 2 yearly and are praised rarely. This one is a safe zone. You can have a normal life and can have some spare time.
Bingo! Remember the 2 hours you save every day, well you must use them here to enhance your Latent Part. Every year the distance between you and your dream will decrease by 66 days nearly 3 working months. You might get a little late, but hey, better late than never.
You see, I can say a lot on this topic but since it is your personal “Latent space” it would be better if you yourself try to explore it. You must know that this is your life and no one else will give a shit about you, once you are dead. Even your loving parents will cry out loud, blame God and ultimately one fine day, they will also get over your death. Not because they don’t love you, but because they will realise that there is no point in crying for you because “Ram Nam toh satya ho chuka hai”.
I am sorry that I demotivated you by commenting on relations between you and your parents. You know I am often asked by people, how I manage to be such an optimist and trust me I find it very funny that all of my optimism is based on the world’s most pessimistic thought. Death.
Somehow, late Steve Job had already framed my thoughts in words.
You must always remember that you are going to die one day.
While India’s accession story was already lying in its coffin, the nails on the coffin was GAAR, perplexing laws and policies, logjam in parliament but what seems to be the last nail on the coffin is the bill for reservation in the promotion. No country in this world aspiring to be amongst the developed leave alone wannabe world power would ever dare to pass this bill where caste takes the better of merit. India is that student of the class who wants to get the numero Uno position but never wants make a way out of guides and last minute questionnaires. The reservation in jobs is nothing more but a politics of vote bank. It is then appeasement of votes under the veil of concern for backward classes.
The English dictionary has fallen short of words for excoriating this draconian bill for the meritorious. While it withholds the right of advancement to the deserving one, it perpetuates the lagging one to lag. It does not goad the earmarked to perform better at any point of career. What adds injury to the insult is that the panel involved in the decision making is from the likes of Harvard, Oxford and IIT. When the crème de la crème of the academicians and government make such decision which see meritable in spite, it puts us only in despair. The flocking of the intellect seems to be the only matter of course with such blemished plan of action being put into implementation under the pretext of compassion. Seldom not the political leaders are seen blaming the lack of development to the absence of intellectuals and brain drain. But this is just like student who has resorted to all naughtiness in the class and then complains of teacher’s ire. With such policies you have forced the best ones to hunt for the nest that can help them grow the eggs of their talent and fly in the open air. No wonder the likes of Pranav Mistry, Rajat Gupta, Anshuman jain etc. are seen selling the story of west and not of India. With such bigotry and coercive policies, India is only throwing diamonds in the lap of the developed world and losing out on the competitive edge. When the union minister says IIT’s and IIM’s are no more world class institutions, the only answer in my panorama could be: “Mr. Minister, Introspect your policies.”
The backward classes who have fallen for the chicane through appeasing moves are at a great loss. Firstly, it never gives them a chance to be at par with the main stream. It inculcates a sense of obligation into their mind which in turn leads to diffidence. Consequently, this chunk of population is of very little use to the country and always serves to be a liability than an asset. But it seems our govt. is more interested in nurturing the liabilities than assets. Again, the mainstream who drudges to death for advancement sees it distributed for free to other classes, saying that their blood boils will only be a euphemism. The actual feeling is much more aggravated than that. It only widens the rift between the two streams. It sounds paradoxical that the policy created to merge the downtrodden into the conventional is the only one accountable for the breakup of social structure. The worst and the most heartening fact about this whole exercise is that we can do nothing but pay lip service. With very few options available for action, I am only left to say what our elders say when we commit mistakes: “Oh God, please inculcate some sense into their heads.”
You in ala- mode
As winters are all set to shiver you up with its breezing cold winds we must be prepared with our trendy and suave attire to swoon everyone on street
The fashion for winter 2012 is very catchy &shimmery; do not worry, if you are not a nabob to shop all expensive brands there is street shopping which when mix matched with right accessories looks just as perfect as big brands
Jackets are spreading like viral ,they are the pristine look for season, worn with t-shirts or tan-tops, shimmery gold, silver, glass embroidery are just the eye-catchers pair your jacket with new kind of worm leggings or fitted pants easily available in market are just perfect party goers
hats are back with bang, be it straw hat for polo matches or a flat baseball hat for casual day time look team them up with your yule and you are set to steal hearts
For an endearing look in evening try your LBD(little black dress) with jazzy jacket or blink scarf.
As it is said shoes define what kind person you are, so to make a perfect impression it is must to wear right kind of shoes with your attire, shoes are normally defined by the shape of ones legs and occasion for daily casual look in winters flat boots look amazing in different style and colours, or sport shoes such as converse shoes in different designs looks attractive; for evening do justice to your scintillating attire by wearing right kind of shoes, pumps and heel boots are for thin legs for little chubby n muscular legs boots are total no stick to stilettos and pumps. ballerinas are also a good option veggies are both comfortable and stylish; as it is said shoes are women's first love so invest in your love honey.
Coming on to bags, bags today are counter-parts for every attire be it sweet girl next door look or the diva look, there are bags for every occasion. big bags are passe the new trend includes middle sized square shaped bags with short handle and small sized casual bags with long loops, for night look clutches with swarovsky and a bling chain for enhanced look are just perfect.
gold is the new black, Stygian colours such as ebony, purple, grey, green are to nota- bene at, these colours wend well with shimmers and vibrant eye catchy colors like silver, orange, red, gold etc...
There’s a still from rajnikant’s movie ‘Sivaji - The Boss’ when rajni’s fellow jail mate asks the reason for Rajni being in prison. He asks him as to what brought him behind the bars – was it financial fraud, murder, etc? Rajni replies, “I tried to serve the nation at my best.” To this, the mate replies, “Oh!! You are then bound to be snubbed, ostracized and eventually imprisoned.”
Well the movie scene has far gone to be a reality. The latest culprit for the induction of this dismal finding is Uttar Pradesh’s urban development minister Azam Khan. When he called by names to one of the senior bureaucrats, he has not only insulted the concerned person, but the fraternity of IAS officers at large. Lashing bureaucrats for their work performance in office area and amidst a press conference are two ends of the pole. His behavior has been rationalized with arguments like ‘Why was the secretary late’, ’Getting late to a public meeting is indiscipline’, etc. But the topic of discussion still remains is what gives Azam khan the might to supersede himself from being a people elected representative to a liege and insult civil servant Mr. Vishnu swaroop Mishra subsiding him as his personal servant.
The coveted IAS post has always been in high regards in the mindset of Indian hoi polloi. But its reputation has taken a hit lately when politicians have started using for its own benefit and slandered them to be greedy by showing them the carrot. The political class once known once for their knavery is now hogging the limelight because of their highhandedness. The astute political class is always known for setting the cat among the pigeons, be it illiterate masses with communal cards or IAS class with huge kickbacks. The question remains is then who will tie the bell onto the cat’s neck – the mass who gets shafted every five years with empty promises or IAS officers who is so convoluted in the accrual of wealth. Incidents as such not only dent the image of this profession but also brings along with the winds of demotivation for the younger generation who aspire to belong to the IAS cadre. The youth brigade has considered IAS as the most respectable job till date and pass through ordeal to get into this aggroup. One spends the entire period of twenties preparing for IAS, going through the excruciation and realizing their dream only to find themselves as mascots of political maestros rather than government or people at large.
There has been ample of incidents where nationalistic IAS officers have been cut to size when they have defied any orders from political class. Their honest wings have been clapped by this class and rendered them in a lurch. Instances such as of torment and affliction such as faced by Mr. Narayanaswamy (follow this: http://www.r2iclubforums.com/forums/showthread.php/26988-Mr-Narayanaswamy-Brilliant-Person-pushed-away ) and G.R Khairnar from Mumbai (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G._R._Khairnar ) adds only insult to the injury. What is the solution to this problem? Well one is that the IAS class gets united and raises a sharp voice against any untoward happenings henceforth. But this solution is as difficult as mending the shape of the pot once it has been made given that every IAS officer has vested interests in keeping good and sycophantic ties with politicians. The problem in the solution lies in its roots. We have always been taught to tolerate and endure right from our childhood and not interfere in anyone’s problem citing as etiquette to manage one’s own problems when our fellow mate is on the receiving end of injustice. The officers who are of this mentality are like people who are deliberately asleep when their neighbor’s house is on fire. Come what may, he’ll soon find the trails of water under his feet. For all of the professionals, let us make it a point to fight any scathing remarks on the class and give the speaking class the stone for the brick.
P.S.: The world is chiseled not by the ruthlessness of evil but by the silence of good men.