Why few Hindi Movies are Impractical?

Rahul & Sonam are back after watching the movie "Barfi" and Rahul had an opinion!!

Rahul: Its a good movie from conceptual point, extremely well acted, enacted but absolutely impractical from a real life stand point...
A sane lady can have soft corner for a dumb & deaf guy is understandable, she may also help him at various   point in life, But "love" for what reason? - Just coz he is a good clown?

Sonam:  Rahul in first place you are being a little insensitive to people with disabilities that's not right!

Rahul : Ok sorry about that, I didn't mean to be insensitive but then..In the end she says She could have been in place of Jhilmil as his wife but since Jhilmil loved her without being judgmental about him and not thinking of consequences so they lived Happily ever after...
That's too good too be true, a typical movie's perfect story lines and superlatively perfect situations..
The probability that one falls into right situations without analyzing the situation? 10% ? 20% ? 50% ? and chances of 100% ?
The probability of a person who kidnaps being good, then probability of him taking care of her perfectly well after he elopes to a distant place in Kolkata, the probability that he wont take any undue advantage of her in anyway?

Sonam : Love is abstract without much reasoning at times...
Rahul : Ok! Agree with you but such perfect situations are true like you said "at times" or at-least not most of the times, its not that easy - A common man juggles and struggles just for basics and essentials..
And the movies shows its a easy life with Only "Love"..
"Love" like "Money" is important but then its not one and only thing that would be self-sufficient in itself!

Sonam : Makes sense but then its just a movie..
Rahul : Ya it is "Just" a Movie, but don't these movies influence our mind? Thereby painting an irrational, impractical picture about "Love and Life", Given that handling of such situations are not taught in school Movies happen to be potential power..

Sonal : Hahaha ! And seems like you are jealous of its power!! :-P
Rahul : Lol! I am too small to be jealous, but then to make a point, When the movies went through an era of Love based eloping they were statistically on rise and so on when parental consent were treated as important in movies and serials "that" was on rise and so on for suicides etc etc...

Sonam: But movies will always have freedom of expression, anything concept marketable, sell-able & legal is enough!
Rahul: Hmmmm and our opinions about them - increase their Marketability :-)

Every one has a heart too !!

"Where are you lost?" said Diana, Raj's team mate at her usual coffee time discussion at office

"Ohh nothing serious" - Actually I was reading Chetan Bhagat's new book Revolution 2020 and I was struck by these lines

"She (Aarti - a girl in the story) could never understand that losers(aka Gopal - himself who states this line), even if they do not have a brain, have a heart."

"So?" asked Diana

Nothing much! But its a humbling statement for me some how..
We lost patience over so many circumstances, people - a few of them our own very close and a few of them unknown..

"Example?" Diana asked again

"We some times feel some one has not done some piece of work up to a mark especially at work place  and so does someone else some times feels about you too..

But the catch is..
In a bracket of short time frame it feels as if some one is a loser but the question is do you or some one else thinks enough before reacting
Shouldn't we think a hundred times on how some one should be reacted
i.e. with due respect to the person..
Don't we have to remember that everyone has a heart too..?

This is one example..
"The wierd ways Parents react when you do mistakes, before you react you have to remember they have a heart too..
Ditto for your child too, you need to remember that it has got a heart which might get hurt!
So on and so forth for your friends, few of those Skeptical relatives or even your closest loved one.. ;-)"

"Got it!!Makes lot of sense!!"
"Cheers man.. "

So you sow, so shall you Reap!

I was intrigued by one story I read from Sai Charitra – A book I got last time I visited Shirdi..

Below incident is mentioned to have occurred 7 days before Baba passed away in Shirdi.

Few excerpts are as below,


“There came a country-cart on which tiger was fastened with Iron chains. Its said to have been suffering from malady & its keepers – 3 Derveshis – has been taking it from place to place to make money by exhibiting it – which was their means of their subsistence. Their all efforts to cure the malady remained in vain & they had come to Baba after they heard heard his fame. They got it down, supposedly fierce & restless as it was disease ridden. On Baba’s consent when the animal met baba – its said to have immediately moved its tail & dashed it thrice against the ground, & the fell down senseless. The Derveshis were dejected, how its said to be very meritorious on the animal’s part to met its death at Baba’s feet. It was their (Derveshis) debtor and when the debt was paid off it was free & met its end at Sai’s Feet”


Its been almost more than a month since I have read this and it had a deep impact on me which were due to collation of few other stories that I had heard/read before.
They are as below


1. All us human beings as our own nature, we are supposed to serve viz. Mother serving a son by taking care of him & upbringing him, son serving mother by taking care of her. How ever due to our innate desire for sense enjoyment we tend to become forgetfull of our responsibilities and duties and we start to or tend to presume that others are supposed to serve us rather than we… Point here is - We tend to serve so many – is it the debt that we are paying? (P.S.We can anyways not repay debt to our parents for that matter however the chance that we get to serve- is it a chance to repay some part of debt?)


2. We at some point of time heard that some relations are “Runan- bandhan”. If you are about to get married you might hear this more often ;-). Since the literal meaning says a bonding of the past - the question that remains is still the same like at the end of previous question?


3. You might have heard/read teachings in Gita – when some one else says harsh words to you, you shouldn’t retaliate back other wise there would be no difference between you and him? (Barring exceptions of Kshatriya dharma mentioned which is not applicable to this point). This also leads to the same question are we indebted to the harsh speakers by having done something harsh in the past for them and now it’s the time to repay by silence?


4. This one is the story of the King who had killed 100 animals in name of the Bali (Animal killing offering) to Devi, how ever version of the story that I heard he was supposed to be killed by animals 100 times so that he could repay the debt to them. He did severe penance to the Devi however Devi said that this nothing can be done to avoid being killed100 times but she granted him a boon wherein the 100 animals can kill him at same time in one go - so that at least his suffering can be reduced. Bottom line – it translates to the same question – the debt that we are supposed to repay to others?


All the stories about from various sources seem to have a common connect and that not sure if its same as one being said to part of Law of Karma!
But its interesting in a way as it answers us a little part of our questions that we ask to the Supreme why are we suffering in small way in form of failures or other such similar things, May be we are repaying part of what we did at some unknown time and one day once we have done it - it will be all Good times!!

Love Story of Sudha Murthy & Infosys Narayana Murthy

After having read many many times at various websites & blogs A Supposedly Sudha Murthy's Narration of their Love Story, How she & Narayana Murthy met, How Infosys was started and how what they both in their ways did was a legacy & history is as below..


Part 1 - I could find that its officially posted at this place 
Part 2 - Is presented below...
Part 3 - My 2 cents at the end... ;-)

I was in Pune that I met Narayana Murthy through my friend Prasanna, who is now the Wipro chief, who was also training in Telco. Murthy was shy, bespectacled and an introvert. When he invited us for dinner, I was a bit taken aback... I refused since I was the only girl in the group. But Murthy was relentless and we all decided to meet for dinner the next day at 7.30 pm at Green Fields Hotel on Pune's Main Road. The next day, I went there at seven since I had to go to the tailor near the hotel. And what do I see? Mr Murthy waiting in front of the hotel and it was only seven. Till today, Murthy maintains that I had mentioned (consciously!) that I would be going to the tailor at seven, so that I could meet him... And I maintain that I did not say any such thing, consciously or subconsciously, because I did not think of Murthy as anything other than a friend at that stage. We have agreed to disagree on this matter. Soon, we became friends. Our conversations were filled with Murthy's experiences abroad and the books that he had read. My friends insisted that Murthy was trying to impress me because he was interested in me. I kept denying it till one day, after dinner, Murthy said, I want to tell you something. I knew this was it. It was coming. He said, I am 5'4" tall. I come from a lower middleclass family. I can never become rich. You are beautiful, bright, intelligent and you can get anyone you want. But will you marry me?

I asked him to give me some time...

When I went to Hubli, I told my parents about Murthy and his proposal. My mother was positive since Murthy was also from Karnataka, seemed intelligent and came from a good family. But my father asked: What's his job, his salary, his qualifications, etc? Murthy was working as a research assistant and earning less than me. He was willing to go Dutch with me on our outings.

My parents agreed to meet him in Pune on a particular day at 10 am sharp. Murthy did not turn up. How can I trust a man to take care of my daughter if he cannot keep an appointment, asked my father. At 12 noon, Murthy turned up in a bright red shirt! He had gone on work to Bombay, got stuck in a traffic jam in the ghats, so he hired a taxi (though it was very expensive for him) to meet his would-be father-in-law. Father was unimpressed. He asked Murthy what he wanted to become in life. Murthy said he wanted to become a politician in the Communist Party and wanted to open an orphanage. My father gave his verdict. No. I don't want my daughter to marry somebody who wants to become a communist and then open an orphanage when he himself doesn't have money to support his family...

By this time, I realised I had developed a liking towards Murthy, which could only be termed as love. I wanted to marry him because he was an honest man. I promised my father that I would not marry Murthy without his blessings, though at the same time, I would not marry anybody else. My father said he would agree if Murthy promised to take up a steady job. But Murthy refused, saying he would not do things in life because somebody wanted him to. I was caught between the two most important people in my life. The stalemate continued for three years, during which our courtship took us to every restaurant and cinema hall in Pune. Murthy was always broke. (Ironically, today, he manages Infosys Technologies Ltd, one of the world's most reputed companies.) He always owed me money. We used to go for dinner and he would say, I don t have money with me, you pay my share, will return it to you later. For three years, I maintained a book of Murthy's debts to me. No, he never returned the money and I finally tore it up after our wedding. The amount was a little over Rs 4,000. During this period, Murthy quit his job as a research assistant and started his own software business... Towards the late'70s computers were entering India in a big way. At the fag end of 1977, Murthy decided to take up a job as General Manager at Patni Computers in Bombay. But before he joined the company, he wanted to marry me since he was to go on training to the US after, joining. My father gave in as he was happy Murthy had a decent job, now. We were married in Murthy's house in Bangalore on February 10, 1978, with only our two families present. I got my first silk sari. The wedding expenses came to only Rs 800, with Murthy and I pooling in Rs 400 each. I went to the US with Murthy after marriage. He encouraged me to see America on my own, because I loved travelling. I toured America for three months with a backpack. In 1981, Murthy wanted to start Infosys. Initially, I was very apprehensive about him getting into business. We were living a comfortable life in Bombay with a regular paycheck and I didn't want to rock the boat. But Murthy was passionate about creating good quality software. I decided to support him. Typically for Murthy, he had a dream and no money. So I gave him Rs 10,000 which I had saved for a rainy day without his knowledge and told him, this is all I have. Take it. I will take care of the financial needs of our house. You go and chase your dreams. But you have only three years! Murthy and his six colleagues started Infosys in 1981. In 1982, I left Telco and moved to Pune with Murthy. We bought a small house on loan, which also became the Infosys office. I was a clerk-cum-cook-cumprogrammer. I also took up a job as Senior Systems Analyst with the Walchand group of Industries to support the house. In'83, Infosys got their first client, MICO, in Bangalore. Murthy moved to Bangalore and stayed with his mother, while I went to Hubli to deliver my second child, Rohan. Ten days after my son was born, Murthy left for the US on project work. I saw him only after a year - my son had infantile eczema. It was only after Rohan received all his vaccinations that I came to Bangalore where we rented a small house in Jayanagar and rented another house as Infosys headquarters. Nandan Nilekani and his wife Rohini stayed with us. While Rohini babysat my son, I wrote programmes for Infosys. There was no car, no phone, just two kids and a bunch of us working hard, juggling our lives and having fun while Infosys was taking shape. The wives of other partners too, gave their unstinting support. We all knew that our men were trying to build something good.

Murthy made it very clear that it would either be me or him working at Infosys. Never the two of us together. He did not want a husband and wife team at Infosys. I was shocked since I had the relevant experience and technical qualifications. He said, Sudha if you want to work with Infosys, I will withdraw, happily I was pained to know that I would not be involved in the company my husband was building and that I would have to give up a job that I was qualified to do and loved doing... Then, I realised that to make Infosys a success, one had to give 100 per cent. One had to be focused on it alone, with no other distractions. If the two of us had to give 100 per cent to Infosys, what would happen to our home and our children? I opted to be a homemaker; after all, Infosys was Murthy's dream. It was a big sacrifice, but it was one that had to be made. Even today, Murthy says, Sudha, I stepped on your career to make mine. You are responsible for my success.

I might have given up my career for my husband's sake, but that does not make me a doormat... Isn't freedom about living your life the way you want it? What is right for one person might be wrong for another. It is up to the individual to make a choice that is effective in her life. I believe that when a woman gives up her right to choose for herself, that is when she crosses over from being an individual to a doormat.

Murthy's dreams encompassed not only himself, but a generation of people. It was about creating something worthy, exemplary and honourable. It was about creation and distribution of wealth. His dreams were grander than my career plans, in all aspects. So, when I had to choose between Murthy's career and mine, I opted for what I thought was the right choice. We had a home and two little children. Somebody had to take care of it all. Somebody had to stay behind to create a home base that would be fertile for healthy growth, happiness, and more dreams to dream. I became that somebody willingly I can confidently say that if I had had a dream like Infosys, Murthy would have given me his unstinted support. The roles would have been reversed. We are not bound by the archaic rules of marriage. He does not intrude into my time, especially when I am writing my novels. He does not interfere in my work at the Infosys Foundation and I don't interfere with the running of Infosys. I teach computer science to MBA and MCA students at Christ College for a few hours every week and I earn around Rs 50,000 a year. I value this financial independence greatly, though there is no need for me to pursue a career. Murthy respects that. I travel the world without him, because he hates travelling. We trust each other implicitly. We have another understanding too. While he earns the money, I spend it mostly through charity. The Infosys Foundation was born in 1997 with the sole objective of uplifting the less-privileged sections of society. In the past three years, we have built hospitals, orphanages, rehabilitation centres, school buildings, science centres and more than 3,500 libraries. Our work is mainly in the rural areas amongst women and children. I am one of the trustees of the Foundation, and our activities span six states. I travel to around 800 villages constantly. Every year, we donate around Rs 5-6 crores. We run Infosys Foundation the way Murthy runs Infosys - in a professional and scientific way. Philanthropy is a profession and an art. It can be used or misused. Every year, we receive more than 10,000 applications for donations. Every day, I receive more than 120 calls. Amongst these, there are those who genuinely need help and there are hoodwinkers too. Over the years, I have learnt to differentiate the wheat from the chaff, though I still give all the cases a patient hearing. Sometimes, I feel I have lost the ability to trust people. I have become shrewder to avoid being conned. I think that is the price that I have to pay for the position I am in now. The greatest difficulty in having money is to teach your children its value... Bringing up children in a moneyed atmosphere is a difficult task. Even today, I think twice if I have to spend Rs 10 on an auto when I can walk to my house. I cannot expect my children to do the same. They have seen money from the time they were born. But we can lead by example. When they see Murthy wash his own plate after eating and clean the two toilets in the house every day, they realise that no work is demeaning, irrespective of how rich you are. This doesn't mean we expect our children to live an austere life. My children buy what they want, go where they want, but they have to follow certain rules. They have to show me bills for whatever they buy: My daughter can buy five new outfits, but she has to give away five old ones. My son can go out with his friends for lunch or dinner, but we discourage him from going to a five star hotel. Or we accompany him. My children haven't given me any heartbreak. My daughter is studying abroad, my son in Bangalore. They don t use their father's name in vain. They only say that his name is Murthy and that he works for Infosys. They don't want to be recognised and appreciated because of their father or me, but for themselves.

I don't feel guilty about having money, for we have worked hard for it. But I don't feel comfortable flaunting it. It is a conscious decision on our part to live a simple, so-called middle class life. We live in the same two-bedroom, sparsely furnished house we lived in before Infosys became a success. Our only extravagance is buying books and CDs. My house has no lockers for I have no jewels. I wear a pair of stone earrings which I bought in Bombay for Rs 100. I don, t even wear my `mangalsutra` unless I need to attend some family functions or when I am with my mother-in-law. Five years ago, I went to Kashi, where tradition demands that you give something up. I gave up shopping. Since then, I haveri t bought myself a sari or gone shopping. I don't carry a purse and neither does Murthy, most of the time. I borrow money from my secretary or my driver if I need cash. They know my habit, so they always carry extra cash with them. But I settle the accounts every evening. Murthy and I are very comfortable with our lifestyle and we don't see the need to change it now that we have money:

Murthy and I are two opposites that complement each other. Murthy is sensitive and romantic in his own way. He always gifts me books addressed 'From Me to You. Or'To the person I most admire, etc. We both love books. I am an extrovert and he is an introvert. I love watching movies and listening to classical music. Murthy loves listening to English classical music. I go out for movies with my students and secretary every other week. I am still young at heart. I really enjoyed watching'Kaho Na Pyaar Hai'; I am a Hrithik Roshan fan. It has been more than 20 years since Murthy and I went for a movie. My daughter once gave us a surprise by booking tickets for'Titanic'. Since I had a prior engagement that day, Murthy went for the movie with his secretary Pandu. I love travelling, whereas Murthy loves spending time at home. Friends come and go with the share prices. Even in my dreams, I did not expect Infosys to grow the way it has. After Infosys went public in 1993, we became what people would call rich, moneyed people. Suddenly, you see and hear about so much money: People talk about you. It was all new to me.

Have I lost my identity as a woman, in Murthy's shadow? No, I might be Mrs Narayana Murthy. I might be Akshata and Rohan's mother. I might be the trustee of Infosys Foundation. But I am still Sudha. Like all women, I play different roles. That doesn't mean we don't have our own identity. Women have that extra quality of adaptability and learn to fit into different shoes. But we are our own selves still. And we have to exact our freedom by making the right choices in our lives, dictated by us and not by the world.

My 2 cents ;-)
(i) I didnt write this with intended plagiarism, but with intention to re-share and neither I have any affiliation with Infosys

(ii) If you have any proof of copyright violation, contact me I would remove the voilated content.

I have heard discussed this story at various times with friends , a few of them discussions are  like 

(iii) "I wish I am her" - The point is every one loves to be Wife of a Super rich but he wasn't that when they married, more over to imagine the strength of the bond - an MTech from IISc changing her career altogether.

(iv) With every raise - rather before every raise people plan what they have to buy which in a way in normal to many of us but do we consciously/willing think about giving back to the society? We seemingly have our own problems which is like it is said "Own Toothache more painful than earthquake killing thousands!"

May be, I am not Big enough guy to comment in above way, feel free to comment :-)

Kiran Hegde

http://about.me/hegdekiran

Is one angry since he/she has felt Inferior?

"The reason for anger is someone or something made you feel inferior"


Was just thinking if there is any other reason for it.. I was especially researching some spiritual articles on it....

Oops did I mention research, sorry only searching...
On a different note other day one of my friend’s fb status read "Copying one person’s findings is called plagiarism and that of many is Research!!"...........lol

Anyways back to the point...

Different scenarios...

1. A small child got angry since the Teacher scolded him/her in school for not doing homework/ for doing mischief etc.
If there has been anger it makes us think is there something that made him feel inferior....?

2. As a teenager one might have got angry of himself of his own marks/ score/ appearance / public statement etc..
Was it because he/she felt inferior......?

3. You are angry of the discrimination of grades that you or your close friend has got! Since you or your circle things a person X is smarter than person Y? Here did you feel inferior... debatable... but did you feel something unfair to the person X..?
Did you feel the person X has been giving status/marks/grades of inferior quality than he deserves?

4. You might be sad if not angry when you or your close friend or close relative or just someone you know has not got a deserved promotion/ raise / position / designation etc.... Did you feel that person X again has been put in a position Inferior to his surroundings...?

Are there too many questions... :-D, ok let me shoot the last one... ;-)

5. Have you heard your friend's or relative's or at least seen on TV (;-)) bride or groom's parents dis- agreeing to a wedding proposal due to various reasons (don’t want to mention... haha ) as they feel the guy/gal doesn’t MATCH.... Does it mean that person Y proposing to person X is in some way inferior to expectation based on the perception of how it happens in surroundings around the parents....?

If you are still with me..... and has an affirmative answer on all of this... Please continue else...
kindly drop you dis-agreement comment... ;-)

If you would have noticed last 2 questions has a mention of something additional to “Inferior” and that is “Surroundings” !

Does all the feeling of being inferior is rooted in perception of relative “Surrounding”?

I had read an interesting story in TOI or ET – Editorial if I am not mistaken..
A saint repeatedly picks up a crab from a sea-shore to save it from drowning since drops it couple of times because of being bitten in return before he could successfully move it out. An on-looker asks why try again inspite of being bitten. The saint replies – Its his nature to bite, why should I lose my saintly nature as a reaction?

Bhagvad Gita mentions the inherent nature of the person is to be in a state of Bliss,

And what we can deduce is we lose our own Blissful Nature as a part of reaction to our restricted perception of Surroundings which makes us feel inferior… Do we?

Next time you feel angry – just think "What is making me feel Inferior?" – let me know how you feel ;-)

Cheers,

Kiran Hegde

Fanatism and its self justified application!

“Buggers open the doors!!!”

“Chikuuuuuuuuuu”  Saleem and Ronald shouted as Chetan had barely entered in and  were waiting since morning as they were looking fwd to meet their college mate who had returned back to India after his masters.

“Aaaahhh ” They almost pounced on him, kicked & punched him with all the collegian bad words they had left in their vocabulary after entering professional life…

Gasping for breath Chetan shouted “Buggers gimme water, idiots don’t even ask for water rather they treat with kicks…huh!!”

Thuddddd…. Ronald threw the bottle.. Chiku could have been almost hit in the head...but for his good catch.

Eventually they forgot everything as they were recollecting college memories and later encounters with a term called “Life!”

They heard something, some humming, till they oriented their ears in that direction. “Some one’s singing national anthem” said Chetan.

“Stand up guys” replied Ronald.

“Lo behold ur patriotism” said Chetan who always tried to taunt him at his fanaticism towards his religion. As the National anthem came to pause, trying to sit again he murmured,

“How come people now-a-days have so much patriotism left when all other supposed to be equnanimous values are dying in name of religion, caste & linguistic fanaticism?”

“It’s because its taught in the school perhaps, but why the hell do u bother?” replied Saleem as he continued “2 years in US haven’t changed you much” who had been close witness to two deeply religious, spiritual friends with one big difference viz. one is extremely secular (Chetan) and other one was perfect fanatic (Ronald).

“True! But if schools had so much impact they should be or already have been teaching lot other stuff too!”

“Like?”

“Controlling lot of negative emotions like its mentioned in Gita”

“Ronny where are u going” asked Saleem as he saw Ronniee getting up..

“Got a call to make.....”

Saleem gave a weird nod which clearly showed he knew that he moved as soon as there is a mention about Gita shloka

Three good friends who are very bonded to each other and seeming surprising difference thought Saleem just before his quickly added “You were saying something Chiku...”

Yeah the mention of practicing nonviolence, truthfulness, freedom from anger, tranquility, aversion to faultfinding, compassion and freedom from covetousness; gentleness, modesty and steady determination; vigor, forgiveness, fortitude, cleanliness, freedom from envy and the passion for honor”

Saleem and Chiku had discussed Quran and Gita numerous times and in their then shared apartment’s small worship Stand (call it home temple or mosque) and they always kept both together.

Saleem, Chiku and Ronny always visited temples, mosques and churches before exams with one exception Ronny would choose to stand out or leave for other places.

“These type of acute favoritism spring with lessons from home or spiritual places acquaintances, what say??” asked Chetan

“Hmmm, yes perhaps.. !” Saleem replied “But…

“What?”

“That’s exactly why you married to your caste girl, although Ronny had guts to have a Puneri Girl?” commented Saleem trying to pull his legs since he was one who although secular believed in marrying his own caste girl..

“Cmon I wasn’t committed to anyone..” replied Chetan

“You Fattuu..”

“Ohh cmon, with girls.. Naayyyy”

“No with ur parents.. Yaayyyy” replied Salmeem

“Hieee Guys!!!” came a loud female voice interrupting them

Seeing her first thing that came to both Chiku’s and Saud’s mind was her long linguistic fanatic discussion

Wherein she was kind of a person who had been almost fighting for a long time to go to Mecca of IT guys viz.US with her manager and had reservations with other place people migrating to her city

and they always thought

God save Ronny & Neeta and their respective fanatism!

“Hey Chikkuu. ... How are you doing man? !!”

“Not too bad yaar… how abt u???”

“Ohhh gooshh!! U.S. terms.. Not too bad. .  haan”

Chetan was kinda embarrassed but he know internally he wasn’t masquerading but out of habit formed over a period of time.

“So when are you getting there..”

“Ahhh… me naa!!! In 2-3 months may be..” replied Neeta

“And I am happy that’s this had been going on since a year.. hahaha” interrupted Ronnie.

“What re Ronniee.. kuchkat!!!” Her big round eyes now had turned little Red..

“Saheb.. aap ka Stop aa gaya!!”

Chetan was woked up by the bus conductor

“Ohhh daamm... Ji haannn!!”

Daam thing, my don’t generalize old memories still haunt me in my dreams
Friends are friends & are independent of their thinking!!

Friends are friends not matter what they think of everything else!

P.S. This is purely fictional and has no resemblance to any person, caste, religion and its doesn’t describe behavior patterns of any caste or creed rather people of both views (secular & fanatic) exist in all places who are staying together & In spite of being staying together good friends many a times have different beliefs

Don't Generalize

It was another BAU Business as usual) day for Raj.

He had been engrossed on this Monitor with small noise of clicks and keyboard as usual. After coming early to office and he used to be enjoying the silence till someone broke it…

“Hi I am Diya!”

There was a new girl in cube diagonally opposite to him..

After a few days of her presence at usually empty cubicle perhaps she must be thinking why people around don’t talk she was still smiling.

“Hii.. I am Raj!”

“Do you guys have lot of work? You guys seem to be busy”, asked Diya.
Raj now moved completely out of his monitor…
“Ehhh!!! Well not really, not so much I think :-D ”

They exchanged a smile and back to work.

But some thoughts were still loitering Raj’s mind.
He had his own set of Cubicle mates and cubicle neighbor experiences.

1. Although being a happy-go-lucky kind of guys who would smile on all faces that made an eye contact, but still he distinctly remembered a cubicle mate with whom he was in his neighboring cubicle for more than 5 months but still not talking.
He was 2 weeks from leaving the city because of transfer and he got to know that it was his birthday. Being uncomfortable to stand up and wish as he was at least 10-12 years senior to him, Raj had sent him a mail and voila to his surprise he got a prompt reply! But still never spoke.
Two times of smiling were also returned by blank glares on his last working day in the cubicle to add to his embarrassment.

2. So called having boyfriend counterparts, they are typically lost in only and only non-other than – Can you guess it???
Most you might have already, “cell-phones!!!” and that too almost clinging to ears as it were their ear rings.
And it clings so much so that you are debugging something for them, they get a call and you end up like a fool initially trying to help them, then waiting at their desk, to ask them about their problem and they so called BUSY on phone.

The list might be endless in this sub-conscious though till a team-mate next cubicle interrupted,
“Coffee?”
“Sure!”

Raj just discussed this with Diana at coffee perhaps to get a feminist point of view.
Diana said, “The problem is with not talking but you lot of guys assume…”

Raj giggled spontaneously but noticing that Diana replied immediately,“What happened?”

“Nothing serious…
Interacting with people around had been usually like not-my-business approach for most of us although we would be extremely active on our virtual online communities like facebook/orkut. But many a times if it’s a person of opposite sex, you would speak all the way less just avoid the person painting a different picture of you.”

Understanding it’s really difficult for people to maintain composure while they still stay in equipoise and respond equanimously, Raj tried his best to express what he thought

“As you know typically girls has some critical Mental Attitude which makes them presume that if a guy is initiating a talk to one female counterpart sitting next cubicle, she might build up multiple scenarios in her mind giving a grinning smile and at times pathetic attitude on interaction later”

Diana was almost smiling back in apprehension to say something to which Raj interrupted, “Especially the ones who can be called as not so good looking ones are the ones to have more attitudes perhaps! Good ones behave Normal and understand that you can really have good friends with people of opposite sex or even as being a normal friend who just smiles & greets when you meet and go your ways!”

A little shocked but unable to resist her disagreement Diana said,
“I do agree with you few girls have attitude issues so can’t be really generalizing”

“Fair enough that’s exactly what I am trying to say. You can’t be generalizing!!
And as it seems the problem is not about the fairer sex or later but people in general but still people generalize that boys are like this likewise gals are like that..
Both laughed and Diana replied at they got up to leave, “That’s what I call a Non-Feminist and Non-male chauvinistic view! ”

Raj, "Thanks :-)"

New Rupee Symbol and What Rupee Symbolizes?

 Had been reading about new Rupee symbol since few days!!! As they say it’s a sign of progress as per the news which helps to maintain a balance between economies internally and with other economies.


But almost 500 years after Sher Shah Suri who gave the currency which has been popular not only in India but also in the neighboring countries too and now India has came up with a standard symbol.

Few interesting things to ponder is how come this  symbol is going to get adapted on to our daily life, We have  dollar symbol on our key board, so would this also find a way on our key board  that would be interesting…if something that comes to your mind is special characters then that is quite expected on MS-Word.

Now getting to the main topic on What Rupee Symbolizes - thoughts on which kept wandering since sometime...

As described in various places Rupee to be symbol of prosperity something that comes to mind is Rupee or any currency for that matter had eventually put an end to barter system. Did it make much sense - not too sure but read along why did I say that??

In barter system if I am not mistaken the valuation of things was with respect to things around that we planned to exchange, so since there was specialization in society, people produced stuffs according to their professions and exchanged it in lieu of other thing they needed for daily life. Life was simple and restricted to basic thing and needs of life. So not sure if there were people who produced more things than they need or need to exchange with something else they need.

But now since in the age that we live we have currency we just run behind accumulating our respective currencies much more than our basic needs or even wants for that matter.

Long back I had seen a documentary on Discovery channel where Adivasis of some region visited the city region for the first time and they had asked a question to the city people - simple but fair, “Why do many people here have to sleep on the streets in such cold climate when there are many houses around?” For us it many seem to be a stupid question but there was strong reason they asked this question. In city of the life that we live in we strongly have stuff like “My house”, “My Car”,  “My Money ” so much so that people in same house have their own “My stuffs”. But in contrast they perhaps there had everything as “ours” Of course “Ours” was implicit since “My” wasn’t explicit... lol!!

In their place generally they would need an additional home when some of their children get married or they have children or so on… So what they do is simple everyone around gathers collects material like wood and stuff and build a house for them. So essentially all the families stay just around themselves! And it’s not my home or his home rather everything pertaining to a family is everyone’s responsibility. Say it old thoughts or something but didn’t they perhaps end up having more contented life than us - The so called superior generation :D ?


If I am not wrong about the source I had read once in Sudha Murthy’s Book once, that she visited similar Adivaasi  or tribal community part of her social work where the old head of the community mentioned  - “How can one think of dividing and naming the mountains and lands to our selves when it’s not at all our creation ?” (Not sure abt the exact words)  As a matter of fact, that’s exactly what we are doing!


As they say the civilization is growing and we are becoming more intelligent - not sure if it really is but we surely think so again not too sure if the wisdom in us is growing!!!  If not more as we can feel aren’t we lesser happier than people few generations before us. ?



PS – Not that I am unhappy about anything but just pondering if older generations were more happier, now again happiness means different to different people, Its relative, what say? ;-)

Unwatched Life around us!

Few days back as i just walked home i saw a documentary on National Geo Channel.
It was something that we tend to ignore or it just passes by around us in our day to day travel in Mumbai.

It was about Street Kids, Railway Hawkers n all....
A closer zoom into their lives how they live, what they think,
What they do and what they think about everything they do....
Is it being a little difficult to relate.... Stay tuned :)
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First of all I would say it was just awesome...
Railways have a small court of themselves to solve smaller issues.
E.g. Hawkers
Now the interesting part Hawkers side of the story... getting caught means paying fine and most important of all loss of one day of income for them
The Judge himself was making statement: "These ppl keep coming back because this is their source of income and unlike what we think." He adds sadly, "and it’s my job to do this"(which includes collecting fine and etc)
Next scene was this lady hawker's latest triumph - buying a small flat in Nalasophara . That was indeed a good side.

Other side of the story was a Street Kid.
It was sad how these kids indulge into various activities from smoking cigarettes to weeds (called ganga) where actually obtaining food also i would say is an achievement for them.
They do odd jobs, intend to change jobs very often, afraid of being caught by the police they will be questioned about their parents and be sent back to their homes. :O This i when i exclaimed are they run-away kids.

Few words of wisdom (provided they take it) and likewise education might change their lives but who will make it available for them...
And even if it’s available will they take it?