Ganatantra dinotsava subhakankshalu!

Ganatantra dinotsava subhakankshalu!

Damn … why do I always blank out when I want to pen down some thoughts!?!?! I suppose I’ll just have to categorize it as one-of-Nature’s-mysteries and leave it alone. Hmph. But I digress. Of late a lot of thoughts have been swirling around in the cerebral firmament. So here goes.

I was watching the parade today on TV. And the eye generally mists over when you see a Shaheed 28 year-old Captain Harshan’s old father comes up to accept the Ashok Chakra… or when an equally brave man Colonel Vasant Venugopal’s young widow accepts the honour on his behalf. There was also one Dinesh Raghuraman (I hope I got the name right), one Naib Chunni Lal … all of whom received the medals posthumously.

When I think of them, I realize I’m so insignificant. What am I after all???? A mundane, one-of-the-crowd IT engineer, earning her pay packet… I mean … here I am secure in my beautiful home, filled with the people I love; I have a great job which gives me enough money to pay for my dance. And yet … yet … this bloody greedy mind cribs for more. And there were those soldiers who CHOSE to die … who spurned the regular MBA/Doctor/Engineer or whatever relatively 'safer' jobs that they could easily have got … they died … leaving behind aching spaces in the hearts of those who loved them.

All I really face is big bugs and small and medium sized bugs in my programs. Not bullets. Just bugs. I’ve good stuff to wear… to eat. I have my family around me. My mom makes me nice food and loves me … my dad is there for me always. Every weekend I’ve my dance class … and yet … I manage to actually feel cranky sometimes.

I’ll try never to crib again. (Hey … I said I’ll try) I’ll think of that slain Colonel and Captain and the lives that could’ve been and never were … and I’ll realize that I don’t have the right to wail if things go wrong. No sir … because all I face are bugs. Not bullets.

I salute you Sirs. Jai Hind.

An article which I thought I should put up on my blog...
Major Manish ... I salute you sir. Thank you for taking care of my country. Thank you very much.


"The body of Major Manish Pitambare, who was shot dead at Anantnag for a cause , was cremated with full military honours at Thane on Wednesday ………….

On Tuesday a news swept across all the news channels 'Sanjay Datt relieved by the court'. 'Sirf Munna Not a bhai' '13 saal ka vanvaas khatam' 'alhough found guilty for possession of armory, Sanjay can breath sigh of relief as all the TADA charges against him are withdrawn'

And then many experts like Salman khan saying 'He is a good person. We knew he will come out clean' Mr. Big B 'Datt family and our family have relations for years he's a good kid. He is like elder brother to abhishek'. His sister priya Datt 'we can sleep well tonight. it's a great relief'.

In other news, Parliament was mad at Indian team for performing bad; Greg chapel said something ...; Bomb scare in gorakhpoor express; and Shah Rukh Khan replaces Big B in KBC and Sonia asked PM to consider reducing petroleum prices (I wonder who's the PM anyways that is not the topic so leave it.) But most of the emphasis was given on Sanjay Datt's "phoenix like" comeback from the ashes of terrorist charges.

Surfing through the channels, one news on BBC startled me , it read , Hisbul Mujahidin's Most wanted terrorist 'Sohel Faisal' killed in anantnag, India. Indian Major leading the operation lost his life in the process. Four others are injured.

It was past midnight, I started visiting the foolish Indian channels, the ones who are 'Sabse TEZ', but Sanjubaba was still ruling. They were telling How Sanjubaba pleaded to the court saying 'I am the sole bread earner for my family' 'I have a daughter who is studying in US who will look after her'. And then they showed how sanjubaba was not wearing his lucky blue shirt while he was hearing the verdict. Also how he went to every temple and prayed for last some months. A suspect in Mumbai bomb blasts, convicted under armory act...was being made into a hero.

Sure Sanjubaba has a daughter; sure sanjubaba did not do any terrorist thing as in bombing some place or hijacking an airplane etc. Possessing an AK47 is considered too elementary in terrorist community and also one who possesses an AK47 has a right to possess a pistol so that again is not such a big crime; Sure sanjubaba went to all the temples; Sure he did a lot of gandhigiri but then..., people. please read on...

Major Manish H Pitambare got the information from his sources about the terrorists' whereabouts. Wasting no time he attacked the camp killed the Hisbul mujahidin's suprimo and in the process lost his life... To the bullets fired from an AK47..

He has a wife and a daughter (just like sanjubaba), age ...18 months.
Major Manish never said 'I have a daughter' .before he took the decision to attack the terrorist hide out in the darkest of nights?
He never thought about having a family and he being the bread earner No news channel covered this since they were too busy hyping a former drug addict, an actor in real and reel life, a suspect who's linked to bomb blasts which killed hundreds. Their aim was to show how he defied the TADA charges and they were so successful that his conviction in possession of armory had no meaning. They also concluded that his parents in heaven must be happy and proud of him..

Parents of Major Pitambare are still on this earth and they have to live rest of their lives without their beloved son. His daughter won't ever see her papa again.
Finally Sir Major Pitambare , to my generation there is no greater hero than one who laid his life in the name of this great nation. Hence Sir, I salute you. You are the real Star,
Vande mataram. "

I came across this article today ... came in as a forward. Not one minister came to honour this soldier ... what HAVE we become today??? I don't know how far a reach my cyber voice has, but I'd like to express my gratitude (how inadequate words are ... for they cannot throb like an emotion) ... to all those who make a difference to Bharat. Jai Hind.

Gaol ... oops ... "Goal" I mean!

I saw Goal recently. On a friday morning. And the only thing good 'bout it was John A's sports car in the movie. (WHAT a car!). After the experience, I'm wiser. And weaker. How in the name of everything that was soccer, could people concieve this half-baked, hare-brained, you-got-a-cliche-we've-got-it-in-the-movie plot, I will never understand.

I've read and re-read how the critics have panned Bipsy's character. I don't agree with them though. Its rare for a film of this generation to cast an appealing lady as the chief operating officer for the department of humour. In the whole of the movie,(and here a theatreful of people would vouch for me) the parts where Bips came up and flaunted her phisiotherapist frame were the ones we laughed the hardest.

What the hell was she thinking applying lotion to John A's nose?!?! Now I'm not well-versed or heck!even acquainted with the art of phisio-therapy (did I even get the spelling right?!?!), but am pretty sure applying lotion to a near-broken nose is not the right way of going 'bout it. I don't know if it was Bipasha or the dialogues. Its like giving a "half-wit of the year" award and the only candidates are Dumb and Dumber. Seriously ... Bipasha?? Phisio-therapist??? They've grossly insulted every practicing phisio in the world. And her dialogues ... "Main bahut sexy hoon? Aur tum bhi bahut sexy ho." Ugh! She's totally beheaded her character, and stamped on the remains with a dainty foot (She looks good, never argued with that!)

And I could not understand how is it that after John signed a deal with some "leading" soccer club, he goes galloping back to his old team??? Call the lawyer you idiot and sue him!!! Bad movie man ... and I sympathize with our fun-team who arranged this trip in the first place. They tried for Aaja Nachle, but got a wet sock(cer) instead.

Cold. Again. And Again. And Again. Grrr.

I'm back from Vizag and I've got myself the season's in-thing ... a cold. AGAIN. Maaaaaaaan!!! I've always prided myself in my resistance but it looks like I'b had a rubby noze all this year!!! I HATE cold and where best to crib than my blog ... where the privacy is defeaning what with hardly a reader to intrude upon my wonderfully verbiose world of words.

Here's wishing me a speedy recovery and AT LEAST 2 years of cold-less health!!! :) And oh ... some comments on my blog might aid too :D !!! (Yes yes, I like to see someone commenting on the blogs I write! And hey! Who doesn't?!?!?!)

Bai blues!

If there was a house which cleaned itself, which did not require a money-mongering maid to cater to it, wouldn't that be just great? (Yes, maid problems galore!) As soon as its 6 in the morning, the earth would make way for these nozzles that would spray water onto the pathway. Built into the wall would be a cabinet with these cleaning contraptions, things , sorry 'beings' whom I shall affectionately address as Robo-bais, or wait ... better still "Ro-bais" :D. My robais will clean the pathway, would let the house sparkle and in general, bring good cheer. And all they'd ask for is a couple of drops of oil for the ol' hinges. For further info on how a robai works, please read my previous blog. :D

Maybe, they'll save the world some day. Maybe there'd be movies made on them. Of the top of my head, "Bai Bai baby" sounds good. With the power of the robai, the average Indian housewife would be able to put an end to the whimsical attitude of the average Indian bai. She could shoo them away if they don't work properly, without getting a horrid feeling in the pit of her stomach. And a bloody pain in the small of her back.

Normal bais who generally thrive on fat salaries and sloppy housework would be replaced by robais would would brighten the house with the musical whirr of their gears and whatever it is that makes them work, and in return would ask for only a little oil to satiate their mechanical apetites. Oh amazing! I love the idea. And the best part is, these robais must be solar-powered. Imagine an army of robais at your whim powered by the Sun. Your house would be clean. Your idea might actually sell. You'd be rich!!! You'd rule the woooooooooorld. Maybe I should rein in my imagination a little bit.

Sigh. Alright alright, I hate these maids. Not one of them does a good job, they threaten to leave if they're are reprimanded, let alone blasted. They wouldn't let others join if they're kicked out. Hate them! But you've got to live with them. Grrr.

Quarter century. Not out :D!

Yesterday, I successfully completed the first quarter of my life:). Happy B'day to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! I'm not quite sure if I should wave flags and buntings and shout 'yayyyyyyyyyyyy!!!' or bear an Oh-maaaaaaaan-not-alreadyyyyyyyyy kinda attitude. Heck! I'll take the first option! I thought it would be a nice tribute to my yesteryear memories if I sit and recollect the ones I found fondest.

Hmmm .... I just realized that recollecting fond memories is the nicest thing on earth but blogging all that ... not a cup of tea. If only the keyboard could be connected to the brain, so, as the sentences form, off they go into the blog. Sigh. And thus are obliterated, yet again, from history that could have been made, reminiscences both sweet and sour.

Oh well … at least I can always pen down what happened yesterday:). I got loads of phone calls for one thing:). That felt nice. I took amma out for that movie Chak De! India (I really liked this one! I generally prefer Not watching SRK in action, 'coz its constant crappy mush with him and his brigade of Karan J and Aditya C, but this movie ... man ... came in like a breath of fresh air when stuck in traffic jam on a flyover built over a once-upon-a-time-fresh-water-now-sewage body of water ... but that's a different story) and then we dined at a nice restaurant:).

There were couple more same-yappy-budday people out there. One family (Mother, Father, Sister and younger brother) was dining alongside us. Reminded us of how we used to go out like that too:). But with bro' taking wing for higher studies, combined with an alarming increase in distaste for restaurant food saw us bid that rare tradition goodbye. So it was a mother-and-daughter day out and it was nice:). Oh yeah, and my office colleagues gave me a pen and a keychain. I had specifically gotten down on my knees (figuratively of course :D) and begggggged them not to give me the traditional artistic-clock thingummy that they usually spring upon the suspecting public :D. Hey! Maybe I just flagged off a spate of keychain-pen birthday gifts now. Oh well…

So that’s that. Tataxxx

Depressing

You know what's depressing ... opening your blog for the millionth time and seeing 'zero comments' underneath each of your posts. So whoever's reading this, please post your kind comments :D.

PS : Maybe there should be an edit in the software that drives a blog, that unless the reader (other than the blogger him/her self:D ofcourse) leaves a comment, he/she shouldn't be allowed to navigate to another pane or close the window even :D? If ever the blogger wanted some hatred in his/her life, this would be a surefire way of recieving it in spades:D.