Bye Bye 2012

To begin with 2012 has over all been bad for me. I would try making this the last post where I mention the loss of my father. Apart from that bollywood lost many legends too.

 A 2 minute moan for the following people -

1. Yash Chopra ji ( The person who taught us romance)

2. Rajesh Khanna ji ( The 1^st Indian heart throb)

3. Shammi Kapoor ji ( The man who taught me the FAMOUS HEAD SHAKING STEP of AAJ KAL TERE MERE PYAR K CHARCHE)

4. Dara Singh ji (The original action hero of bollywood)

5. Mehndi Hassan ji (Pakistani ghazal maestro, well I am partial to ghazal)

6. Joy Mukherji ji ( Another person who depicted the Charm of Romance)

7. Achala Sachdev ji ( The 1^st zohrajabeen known to me and many kids from my generation and the later one’s)

8. Pandit Ravi Shanker ji ( The sitar maestro)

9. Jaspal Bhatti ji ( Who introduced humour to me in my childhood days )

10. A.K. Hangal ji ( No kid who has ever seen sholay can forget his famous dialogue “itna sanata kyu hai bhai”

11. Bala Saheb Thakeray ( The person whose death stopped the Pace of the non stop never sleeping city MUMBAI for 2 days)

12. Taruni Sachdev ( The cute Child Artist from the Movie PAA )

Well these are just the famous people who died forgive me if I might have missed on some one.

Apart from of course my 1^st hero of my life my dad.

But now that 2012 has come to an end, I am already feeling the positive vibes coming my way. Personally it has been a bad year and the last 4 months have been the heights of negativity.

Its 31^st December today and I realized that the last 3 days have been a roller coaster of happy moments and good things coming my way, which has made me think that the end is already giving me the taste of goodness of the coming year.

A friend had told me that why are you terming the year to be good or bad. Well I know it is not the year which was good or bad it is the incidences in each individual's life's that make him or her feel good or bad about the year. Its only human psychology to term things good or bad. But, I dont mind being a little human today because am ending it yet on a good note!

So bye bye 2012 and 2013 I await you and welcome you with open arms and big ear to ear sparkling smile and lots of warmth in my heart.

Cheers to all.

P.S. Go low on alcohol, it’s a bad idea to start the new year with a hangover!!! :P

Any resolutions ? I am once again gonna try my hundreth attempt to go thin as my resolution this year! what's yours?

Mourning aint ending but where are we heading

The title of this post is in 2 context in my life right now.

One is my own personal mourning that doesn’t seem to end since my dad died in august and the other is the Delhi rape case and all the outrage of the public.

My question still remains that WHERE ARE WE HEADING?

In my own personal journey I have had small moments of joy like this one where my blog visits crossed 2000 views last night but that isn’t making me happy at all right now. I have had quiet a lot of heart aches since August 2012 in my life and given some to others too. The guilt the anger the frustration is all any ways making me insane and the shows like Crime Patrol and Savdhaan India add up to it by making it difficult to trust people around me. I know they are issued in public interests and they might have helped someone somewhere to save their life but its still making things difficult somewhere.

To be very honest I am totally numb right now and this post may not make any sense to anybody not even to me but I need to write.

I want to know where are we heading?

Even as a teen when I got to know the meaning of rape my 1^st reaction was the punishment of a rape should be to cut off the private part of a man who does that crime. Imagine the level of anger in me back then, but as time passed not only did the number of rape cases increased but the degree of inhuman or beast like nature of the rape increased more and more. Gang rapes, public rapes with the people seeing it coldly, making a girl walk with nude body throughtout the village for loving a person of other caste, openly kidnapping a girl walking on road raping her killing her and walking away these are a few incidents from the episodes of crime patrol which left me irritated.

But I cant do anything about all this!

Being a girl I just get one question –

On one hand in a city like MUMBAI we the girls of today plan and strive to make ourself an independent woman. We thrive to make our own identity and we love it when any other girl gets some recognition.

On the other hand I have an INDIA where girls are still just nothing more then a carrier of vagina. Where they are killed for being born a girl. What are we a TOY? why is it the mentality of some Indian male that if you want to humiliate a girl then rape her. Are we nothing more then a body?

Now this delhi rape case

The entire nation is angry but what are we doing for it!

Can we please do something to force the government to change the laws now atleast

And corruption!

Ya, that is the biggest reason why all this is happening.

Even though in this case it is not related but then there are cases of wealthy bastards kids commiting the same crime and getting away with it because of their contacts and money.

We need law amendments very badly and very quickly.
One major problem is that a majority of the people who commit these crimes dont have a facebook account to see our angry status updates or even the blogs we write.
But the government officials probably do!!!
So if anyone reading this post does have the authority or the method to bring about changes am asking them
Can we pls do something now.?
Otherwise the only rescues that I cant think of is keeping swords at home for our safety and the woman who work need to carry a licenced gun or fuck the licence but a loaded gun.

You may laugh at my thoughts but come to think of it and you would choose the same option for your Mother, Sister, Wife and Daughter.

Bag of waste memories

What are waste memories?
Its the memories that do no good to your life.
Some memories make you laugh some others make you cry and some others might have some other effect on our mind and heart when you remember them. But, there are some memories which are a factual part of your life but are of no use to you anymore. They are just there.
So i call them as WASTE MEMORIES.
Why?

Because, you cant get rid of your memories anyways.

So what do you do with them?

Hence like waste clothes these are waste memories.

Why and how i came to this concept?

Well read on for the answer.

Yesterday was the day my best friend had got married 3 yrs back. If everything would have gone well then she would have been celebrating her 3 anniversary yesterday, but she could not even celebrate 1 anniversary. Things dint go as expected and she returned to her parents house within 10 months. Went through all the melodrama of councelling by "N" number of free counsellors called RELATIVES, may be 1 professional counsellor as well. Finally they put thier case in court and went through another few ardious sessions of councellings, questioning and cross questioning and a few months back the judge finally declared the marriage to be dissolved officially.
In between all this life did change for the girl ( call me partial or whatever, i would only put my friends side today). She did try extracting every positive thing there was to this situation, like, finally pursing a career as against being a housewife and tried living a happy life.
I know of course that divorces are no big deal these days but it still took 3 years of her life.
Now coming back to the memories.
No matter how much you try living happily there is one day or probably a couple of days that dont pass without reminding you the importance they had once held. One such day for my friend is her wedding day. Even though she is happy to be out of a dead relation, every year on that day she remembers that it was that day on which she had become a BRIDE.
It makes her remember how many preparations she had looked after herself, just to make that one day picture perfect. How many tedious dress rehersals and make up rehearsals did she go through to make sure she looked her best ( tedious because she was never a fashion or makeup lover ). How much shopping and window shoppings were done to select her wardrobe. Plus, not to forget the freaking amount of money spend in arranging a GREAT INDIAN WEDDING.
And now, it all sounds a waste.
Gone down the gutter.
So what do u do with this waste memory, because, no matter how much you move on in life these memories will never erase. These waste memories are like the waste wedding and honeymoon photo albums which dont hold any significance any more but where supposed to be the most important moments some time back or atleast thats what a normal human thinks of it to be.
You cant do anything about the memories and as far as the photo albums are concerned i suggested my friend "to cut ur pics and courier that morons pics to his address" with a title saying " with lots of love". Hehehe.
But its still a waste anyways.

a readathon for book worms

What an idea sirji!

Millions of people reading together for an hour. Like WOW.

I just came across a FB ad for Qitaabe and followed the string of links and reached to this post. The minute I read this post I felt what a thought!

An image came to my mind of the situation of end moments studies that we do did in college.

Starting to study 1 week before exam and then trying to get important questions and notes. The tension of how would I cover a portion as vast as the ocean in 1 week and the best part was the frantic phone calls we made every post breakfast, post lunch, post evening teas and post dinners to our buddies asking them how much did they cover. The only fun was of the relief of knowing that your friends are sailing in the same boat.

The conversations usually started with kitna padha?

Hoping of the obvious reply – kuch nai padha yaar!!!

And smiling by saying same here.

Wondering why am I relating this situation to the campaign by Qitaabe.

Because I love combine studies which we did with the condition – “tu tere ghar padhai kar mai mere ghar but we would fix the time and portion to be covered.

Hence am doing my bit of spreading the word.

Sharing below the article with the campaign details-


Book Hour
On 9th December 2012 India will be celebrating Book Hour from 8pm -9 pm. Book Hour was an idea born out of the initiative to promote book reading as a fun activity. For those who read with a passion, make sure you don’t put your book down during book hour and for those who don’t, what better way to start this wonderful act than by doing it at the same time with millions of people! So tell your friends, neighbors, uncles and aunties to pick up a book, any book or magazine, even a newspaper or flyer will do, and read for at least an hour! Let’s make this a collective and a connective effort.
What now? Start by spreading the word about book hour, let it spread like wildfire. Get people to like the Qitaabé Page and talk about the campaign. Think of what you will be reading during Book Hour, where and with whom; share it with the world and see who else is on the same page as you!
More info coming soon!!
hoping that you all reader join me too.

c ya on 9th december.

source of book hour - qitaabe

December Blues

It’s that month of the year which I always loved a lot. I somehow love winters and December to me is the most romantic month of the year, I don’t know the reason behind it.

Heard long time back on the radio that 21 December is the longest night of the year. Interesting fact I thought. Although, it never interested me which was the longest day of the year. Later some culture made 21 december the day on which the world was suppose to end and I was like why yaar?

So ideally the date predicted was 21 December 2012 and we are getting close to it day by day. Let’s wait and watch what happens about that prediction.

In the mean while its that time of the year when celebrations and decorations are at their peak with Christmas and New Year around the corner. People all around are excited to end this year and welcome a new one no matter whether the year has proved to be good or bad to them. If its been good the expect the coming year to be more good and if its bad then they would wish and hope that the next year is good. I am also falling in the 2^nd category this year. Have been living in a whirlpool since August. Life it seems wants to run in a maddening pace not letting me breathe. No matter what the predictions are and whether they prove true or false my fact is I lost 4 very important people this year and hence,I am eagerly waiting for this year to get over. I just want this year to come to an end because its making me feel sick inside my heart to know that 2012 is the year I lost one of the pillars of my life : MY DAD.

To the new hope and a new year in advance.

10 mins of nightmare

Her 1st thought after she took a seat in the bus was "she should not have boarded this bus in the 1st place it wouldnt have harmed her to reach a little late at the theatre"
She took a ticket to kandivali in the air conditioned bus which costed her 75 bucks instead of what could have been a 20 bucks ticket in the normal bus.
regretted again and then she gradually went through a 10 minutes of nightmare of her own.
She had boarded an AC bus from bandra to kandivali and there was not a single female passenger in that bus. Infact the only other passenger in the bus was also a man including the driver and the conductor.
Immediately she switched off her music that was playing on her phone and removed her head phone and was just focusing on what the driver and conductor were conversing.
She herself was continually chanting the ganesh matra for her safety.
In those 10 minutes all the possible dangerous thoughts came her.
Thanks to the daily soap CRIME PATROL. She got scared because she was the only female feeling trapped between 3 men in a bus which could not be opened unless the driver wanted it to.
All the episodes of rape crimes and murdered after the rape were scaring the shit out of her.
Her mom's voice was echoing in her head scolding her "don't you have common sense to not board that bus in the 1st place"
The other thought that came was that "what if they kill her and throw her body".
Just yesterday she had spoken to her bhabhi about whom to give what possessions of her if she never woke up today morning. Why the fuck did she talk all that non sense yesterday. But the answer was all the recent deaths around her had left an feeling of uncertainty in her.

The next thought was a picture of her friend waiting outside the theatre wondering why she dint turn up. Mansi would keep wondering about where she was and probably call few times and when she would get some bad news about her friend how would she react.

After sometime the male passenger came and sat ahead and she was feeling her palms sweat out of fear. She was mentally recollecting what all stuff she had in her bag. Did she have anything that could help her defend herself. The answer was nothing she had in her bag was capable of being used in self defence.

The male passenger started conversing with the conductor and the driver in their local language. She could understand it and realized that the passenger was about to get down.

She kept on thinking whether she should get down too.?

yes, no, should I, shouldnt I?

Its better to be safely stupid rather then allowing conditions to create a tragedy was her thought and so as soon as the Bus stopped at the station and the passenger got down she stood up from her seat and went for the door. The conductor told her that Kandivali is still far away but she made an excuse that she has some work and got down.

The moment she got down she could see the same expression of suspicion on the other passenger and the conductor's face. It felt like the passenger was laughing at her foolishness as he saw her waiting for another bus at the same stop and the conductor's last expression as the door of the bus closed seemed like he was confused and upset of being untrusted. Even the other people waiting at that bus stop were eyeing her suspiciously.

But, like said in the movie Jhankaar beats "Better Safe Than Sorry" she told herself and boarded another bus for kandivali with a peaceful smile.

I know people who read this post might think that what a stupid girl she is created negative thoughts with in mind herself and then fell in the trap of her own thoughts. But the fact is : nobody thinks of such tragedies happening to them, am sure even the woman who have been victims to crimes would not have thought about it. So its better to take some safety steps and look foolish rather then being victims.

We all keep saying "its KALYUG and hence all this is happening" when we see crime patrol and hear or read such things in news. But my thought is : arre bhai jab pata hai ke kalyug hai toh thoda careful rehne mei koi bewakoofi nai hai. jo hona hai woh ho kar rahega but self invite to mat karo.

Hope ya all be safe.

also published on yourstoryclub.com/dikshal