Humare biharva main bahut kuchh hota hain par ee toh humari dimagva ko skip kar diya!
Sure, my bihari is not good which is quite obvious from above but neverthless, my bihari is not the topic but this amusing incident that can happen only in Bihar! So, the story goes like this. In Bihar, a 3 month old baby has been charged with extortion, assault an looting a bus! The baby's name is Praveen and has actually been booked under section 389. This is by far the funniest thing I have ever read or seen. A 3 month old baby actually being booked for looting a bus!
Presenting a criminal to you who feeds on mother's milk and favourite pastime include crying and trying to mutter hi first word. This is actually a mockery of our police, the protectors of law! The funny thing in this case is the police are still under investigation and have looked at the baby. I have no words to explain this. I can only say, " God, Help me! My neighbour too is a three month old baby!"
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Tale of Two Kauls
Well, this is a tale of two Kauls I know. They both are totally different, have never met each other and the only thing that connects them is actually their surname.
Let me start of writing about the first Kaul that walked in to my life, Rishabh Kaul. I rememeber, a boy walking in with his dad and just staring around the class. There was this mischievous grin on his face (that still remains)and a spark in him that made him stand out (and still does! Now it also could be because of the oodles of weight put on by him.) As a tween, I despised him to the core but as time passes on, things change. Today, we both are 18, and I can say he is among my closest friends. He has been there for me all the time. He makes me laugh like no one else does. It is always a pleasure talking to him. I guess, he is among the few people I can chat and chat for very long time without even one moment of boredom. Thanks to him, I wake up at two in the morning to study for my exams. He without flinching gives me those wake-up calls. Over the years, opinion about this Kashmiri has changed a lot. Earlier, he was this hollow menace maker of class and now he is a mature dependable friend of mine. Readers, this is Rishabh Kaul.
The next Kaul did not walk in with his father but rather was added on orkut! I am yet to meet him and top of that have a proper telephone conversation with him. He is Aditya Raj Kaul. This Kaul has achieved so much at his age, it is just incredible. 'Justice for Priyadarshini' is his soul and I am sure he will become the activist he wants to be. He is involved with this and that. Everytime I chat with him, he amuses me further. I am trying to absorb how a 17-yr old can be so opinionated on various things? Behind this hardcore activist, there is (thankfully) a funny side. Well, the only one I know who thanks the creator of the abbrevaition lol. Otherwise, how will he ever diplomatically handle, 10 windows at once?! Also, he has never heard of modesty. (Kidding! He knows that it exists!)
Thanks to one Kaul, a lazy student wakes up at two to study and thanks to the other a family and a soul has peace. One Kaul, is a dude at BITS (I think I can affirmatively say that) and the other is dude of DU. One is a non-veg and the other a hardcore veg! They both know what they want in lives. They both have different views on almost everything and enrich my life with varied experiences of theirs. Here is a cheers to them who are winners in their own right.
Let me start of writing about the first Kaul that walked in to my life, Rishabh Kaul. I rememeber, a boy walking in with his dad and just staring around the class. There was this mischievous grin on his face (that still remains)and a spark in him that made him stand out (and still does! Now it also could be because of the oodles of weight put on by him.) As a tween, I despised him to the core but as time passes on, things change. Today, we both are 18, and I can say he is among my closest friends. He has been there for me all the time. He makes me laugh like no one else does. It is always a pleasure talking to him. I guess, he is among the few people I can chat and chat for very long time without even one moment of boredom. Thanks to him, I wake up at two in the morning to study for my exams. He without flinching gives me those wake-up calls. Over the years, opinion about this Kashmiri has changed a lot. Earlier, he was this hollow menace maker of class and now he is a mature dependable friend of mine. Readers, this is Rishabh Kaul.
The next Kaul did not walk in with his father but rather was added on orkut! I am yet to meet him and top of that have a proper telephone conversation with him. He is Aditya Raj Kaul. This Kaul has achieved so much at his age, it is just incredible. 'Justice for Priyadarshini' is his soul and I am sure he will become the activist he wants to be. He is involved with this and that. Everytime I chat with him, he amuses me further. I am trying to absorb how a 17-yr old can be so opinionated on various things? Behind this hardcore activist, there is (thankfully) a funny side. Well, the only one I know who thanks the creator of the abbrevaition lol. Otherwise, how will he ever diplomatically handle, 10 windows at once?! Also, he has never heard of modesty. (Kidding! He knows that it exists!)
Thanks to one Kaul, a lazy student wakes up at two to study and thanks to the other a family and a soul has peace. One Kaul, is a dude at BITS (I think I can affirmatively say that) and the other is dude of DU. One is a non-veg and the other a hardcore veg! They both know what they want in lives. They both have different views on almost everything and enrich my life with varied experiences of theirs. Here is a cheers to them who are winners in their own right.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Of Death Penalty and 13000
We all dream of social and economic justice to prevail. Right now, as raindrops fall on the ground and hit the windows of my room, the television shows me only two things. Santosh Singh given the death penalty and the Sensex has touched 13k. Ladies and Gentlemen, on 30 october, 2006 history has been created. India has witnessed something never seen before.
A soul rests in peace and many rejoice as thier earning multiply. There is something special about this Monday.A citizen belonging to any country dreams only of economic and social justice. India showed to the world that it was indeed developing and its development was not restricted to the economic sphere. The economy is indeed booming but new waves are hitting the society. Today, a hope has been created. A hope that justice would be sought, a hope that living conditions would change, hope that things will surely change. So, a is this a new beginning? I am not sure whether this would be a one-time phenomenon but can say there would be none of those abbreviation jokes that I cracked as a kid. I still remember asking this question to literally everyone as a little girl, " What is the ful form of India?". If they did not get the answer, then gleefuly replying," It Never Develops In Anything!" Today, as a 18 year old, adult citizen, this joke is passe and need not be applied anymore. (Thankfully! I do not have to pass on this joke to the next generation). India has faced inequalities for so many ages, this is going to be indeed a fresh start. As I have to hit the books, I shall end this article abruptly, quoting lines from Robert Frost's poem. "And miles to go before I sleep!"
A soul rests in peace and many rejoice as thier earning multiply. There is something special about this Monday.A citizen belonging to any country dreams only of economic and social justice. India showed to the world that it was indeed developing and its development was not restricted to the economic sphere. The economy is indeed booming but new waves are hitting the society. Today, a hope has been created. A hope that justice would be sought, a hope that living conditions would change, hope that things will surely change. So, a is this a new beginning? I am not sure whether this would be a one-time phenomenon but can say there would be none of those abbreviation jokes that I cracked as a kid. I still remember asking this question to literally everyone as a little girl, " What is the ful form of India?". If they did not get the answer, then gleefuly replying," It Never Develops In Anything!" Today, as a 18 year old, adult citizen, this joke is passe and need not be applied anymore. (Thankfully! I do not have to pass on this joke to the next generation). India has faced inequalities for so many ages, this is going to be indeed a fresh start. As I have to hit the books, I shall end this article abruptly, quoting lines from Robert Frost's poem. "And miles to go before I sleep!"
Saturday, October 28, 2006
There are certain things that I hate in my life. One of them is catching a cold. Its 11:22 pm by my watch and my nose is going redder by the minute. I look like Rudolph-the red nosed deer. Also, the amount of papaer tissues i have used by now can be used to make a 100 page notebook. Its not the leaky nose or the lethal headaches but the whole baggage with it that I hate.
I hate stepping out of my house when with a cold. Its humiliating to exhibit in front of people what my nose looks like inside and also to what extent my body can produce sounds with varying decibels. The 'excuse mes' one says to blow nose in one corner. The common cold rips one of their dignity. There is nothing graceful about the cold and makes one sound like a living trumpet. Well, i do not wish to fall sick but when I do, I would prefer to be in a better position. I would not want to be this noisy red nosed girl someone had to share space with. And to top it all, this embarassment does not even end at home where this nose just does not let you live in peace. You lie down and the blocked nose is there again making you snore like never before. Oh God! let someone find the cure to my cold!
I hate stepping out of my house when with a cold. Its humiliating to exhibit in front of people what my nose looks like inside and also to what extent my body can produce sounds with varying decibels. The 'excuse mes' one says to blow nose in one corner. The common cold rips one of their dignity. There is nothing graceful about the cold and makes one sound like a living trumpet. Well, i do not wish to fall sick but when I do, I would prefer to be in a better position. I would not want to be this noisy red nosed girl someone had to share space with. And to top it all, this embarassment does not even end at home where this nose just does not let you live in peace. You lie down and the blocked nose is there again making you snore like never before. Oh God! let someone find the cure to my cold!
Friday, October 27, 2006
I have no clue what is it about college, but it makes you lazy in areas where one should not be. Like right now. in exactly 14 hours , i have an exam and I have not flipped a page of my textbook! If i were now in school, I would have been scared to pits but here I am shamelessly writing about my acts of shamelessness. The only thing that comforts me is that three of my friends (who I can count) are also away from their books. They are studying in the best colleges of India and their GPA's remind one of a certain book written by Chetan Bhagat.
So, is this what college means? Foregoing studies and blogging or is it just a phase? I heard the difference between school and college but here I am living the difference. Absolutely, no worries about even scoring a 50 in my studies. There is also no worry about even attending college. There is no worry about anything that one is scared about when in school. It does not matter whether you are a teachers pet or not, regular or not and the best of all, in class or not. So, is college all about freedom and am I abusing the freedom I am getting? Help!
So, is this what college means? Foregoing studies and blogging or is it just a phase? I heard the difference between school and college but here I am living the difference. Absolutely, no worries about even scoring a 50 in my studies. There is also no worry about even attending college. There is no worry about anything that one is scared about when in school. It does not matter whether you are a teachers pet or not, regular or not and the best of all, in class or not. So, is college all about freedom and am I abusing the freedom I am getting? Help!
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Today, I ended up reading and listening to news that made me stand up.
News 1: This was on the bill on 'free and compulsory education for 6-14 yrs' biting the dust. This pivotal bill has not been introduced yet and instead would be shelved. The centre instead wants to pass over the bill to states as 'model bill'. If the state adopts this bill fully, only then it would receive 75% funding for the Sarva Shiksha Abhyan and other states only 50%.
News 2: Severe shortage of life saving drugs in the state hospitals of Andhra state. The medicines are for various heart diseases, kidney failures and cancer. This is because of apparent rules imposed. The quota for medicines are decided depending on the bed-strength. Obviously, in a country like ours the figure of patients being treated is far more than the bed strength.
The news may be just clippings for many in their newspaper but as a youth, it kind of startled me. A country like ours that boasts of 8% GDP and an emerging player in the global market, does not want to spend money on its back bone i.e. health and education. The leaders of global market ar all investing their millions in India and there is a lot of hoopla on why India is the next big thing.
We can give lands to TATA's or Reliance at subsidised rates or lands to five star hospitals to promote medical tourism but we will not invest in India's future. We surely know the importance of health and education but governments' stance on this baffles me. An office of profit bill is more important than free and compulsory education for kids. Surely, there is no mistake in prioritising. Our government needs a vision and needs to come out of its political rivalries and other games, it plays. What say?
News 1: This was on the bill on 'free and compulsory education for 6-14 yrs' biting the dust. This pivotal bill has not been introduced yet and instead would be shelved. The centre instead wants to pass over the bill to states as 'model bill'. If the state adopts this bill fully, only then it would receive 75% funding for the Sarva Shiksha Abhyan and other states only 50%.
News 2: Severe shortage of life saving drugs in the state hospitals of Andhra state. The medicines are for various heart diseases, kidney failures and cancer. This is because of apparent rules imposed. The quota for medicines are decided depending on the bed-strength. Obviously, in a country like ours the figure of patients being treated is far more than the bed strength.
The news may be just clippings for many in their newspaper but as a youth, it kind of startled me. A country like ours that boasts of 8% GDP and an emerging player in the global market, does not want to spend money on its back bone i.e. health and education. The leaders of global market ar all investing their millions in India and there is a lot of hoopla on why India is the next big thing.
We can give lands to TATA's or Reliance at subsidised rates or lands to five star hospitals to promote medical tourism but we will not invest in India's future. We surely know the importance of health and education but governments' stance on this baffles me. An office of profit bill is more important than free and compulsory education for kids. Surely, there is no mistake in prioritising. Our government needs a vision and needs to come out of its political rivalries and other games, it plays. What say?
Sunday, October 22, 2006
A son is a son till he gets his wife.
A daughter is a daughter through out her life
Those lines told to me by my dad to let me know how important I was to him. It made me feel so proud to be his daughter. The article I am going to write has nothing to do with me or my dad but it has got to do with my biggest obsession and passion. No guesses on that, it is TV.
Gone are the days of saas and bahus, those vamps and those weird stories. Before you start heaving a sigh of relief and dream of better days on television. Let me get you back to reality. Our scriptwriters are heading towards the same mundane content with a twist.
Now the poor oppressed sob queen is the DAUGHTER! Yes, if by any chance you have turned on your tv sets and have seen the trailers of Betiyaa......ghar ki lakshmi or Paraya Dhan, then God bless you!
Initially, even I felt good about the change of tracks but a glimpse of them wit my soap obsessed mum, made my heart sink. This is far more regressive than the saas bahu sagas. The daughters are shown to be the very mature, docile and yet rational. The son to be a spoilt and not so aagyakaari.
It made me wonder, we have now come to this in the 21st century? Showing the importance of a girl child means to show the male child in such a demeaning manner! What were the makers thinking? I do agree that in various places in India, girl child is very unwanted and is not provided all her rights but this presentation made me feel sick inside my stomach. The families represented by them in these sagas are all rich classes. None of the discriminating parents are illiterates but full fledged entrepreneurs! Its just sad that our creativity and thirst for TRPs has stooped so low. I do miss the days of Doordarshan where they used cartoon skits to convey the message. Remeber mitthu???
A daughter is a daughter through out her life
Those lines told to me by my dad to let me know how important I was to him. It made me feel so proud to be his daughter. The article I am going to write has nothing to do with me or my dad but it has got to do with my biggest obsession and passion. No guesses on that, it is TV.
Gone are the days of saas and bahus, those vamps and those weird stories. Before you start heaving a sigh of relief and dream of better days on television. Let me get you back to reality. Our scriptwriters are heading towards the same mundane content with a twist.
Now the poor oppressed sob queen is the DAUGHTER! Yes, if by any chance you have turned on your tv sets and have seen the trailers of Betiyaa......ghar ki lakshmi or Paraya Dhan, then God bless you!
Initially, even I felt good about the change of tracks but a glimpse of them wit my soap obsessed mum, made my heart sink. This is far more regressive than the saas bahu sagas. The daughters are shown to be the very mature, docile and yet rational. The son to be a spoilt and not so aagyakaari.
It made me wonder, we have now come to this in the 21st century? Showing the importance of a girl child means to show the male child in such a demeaning manner! What were the makers thinking? I do agree that in various places in India, girl child is very unwanted and is not provided all her rights but this presentation made me feel sick inside my stomach. The families represented by them in these sagas are all rich classes. None of the discriminating parents are illiterates but full fledged entrepreneurs! Its just sad that our creativity and thirst for TRPs has stooped so low. I do miss the days of Doordarshan where they used cartoon skits to convey the message. Remeber mitthu???
Friday, October 20, 2006
A candle has been added to my cake and I am an year older. This year it is a little different. I am now an adult in legal terms! I turned 18. I can now vote, open my various accounts without this whole column of a guradian attached to it and elope with any guy I want to!
As I blew ou those candles, Nizzim Ezekiel's poem echoed in my head, 'Am i child or an adult?' Exactly, what is turning 18 all about? I am still trying to figure that out. Is it all the luxuries I would enjoy? Or more responsibilities on my head ? Can someone help me on that!
As I blew ou those candles, Nizzim Ezekiel's poem echoed in my head, 'Am i child or an adult?' Exactly, what is turning 18 all about? I am still trying to figure that out. Is it all the luxuries I would enjoy? Or more responsibilities on my head ? Can someone help me on that!
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