This post is about "SEX"...

Maybe the title of the post was enough to give you a shock for once, and then look around you to see if anyone was watching over your laptop screen. Of course, we have been raised in a society where talking about sex is a taboo. Sex is like that bad itching area, which everyone wants to scratch but no one wants to talk about it in public. Obviously, talking about sex in public is against our so called "culture", it is filthy for young children and maybe it will brand you characterless.

But few people will realize that the major lacuna in our upbringing is the lack of formal sex education. And of course, a country where talking about sex brings misanthropic smiles or bestriding looks, you cannot expect to impart sex education. In fact, girls are almost considered to be asexual when it comes to their sexual desires and explicitly discussing sex might not make them a very good prospective daughter-in law.

The question is why did I bring up this topic at all? Basically because I wanted to put spotlight on the taboo aspect of openly discussing sex and sexuality. Yes, it troubles me to see that the highest judicial court of our country fails to acknowledge a form of sexual orientation altogether. Yes, it is very disheartening to see that a girl on menstrual cycle is made to sit in isolation and (in some very orthodox households) to an extent of not even entering the kitchen because she is 'impure'. However we have been extremely unsuccessful as a society to acknowledge the basic facts that people of different sexuality than ours also co-exist and menstruation process of a girl enables her to give the most beautiful gift to the world - the gift of life!

It is this repressed sexual desire that leads to horrendous crimes like rapes and child abuse. The lack of knowledge of protected sex is the primary reason of the spread of HIV AIDS. Two inter-related facts that I read somewhere highlight this - it goes that in Karnataka, only 30-35% women know about female condoms and another study reveals that Karnataka has the highest percentage of HIV AIDS affected population of our country!

People who know about protected sex also fail to comprehend the usefulness once they are married and see it as some kind of power to assert. And the same people when leave their houses shout out loud, 'God, there are so many people around here in India!'. Whoa! Welcome to India!

It is sad that the land of 'Kamasutra' is today engulfed in a thinking so narrow and cramped, that it is almost disgusting. Khushwant Singh once said, "Indians have sex in their heads and not between their legs!"
I can't help but agree, because we think about it so much, that our actions have become furtive now and sex has become something dirty, filthy and tabooed. So let us not ignore the topic with our future generations at least. Let us move towards a more open society which is safe for women and liberal for people with varied sexual orientations. There is nothing wrong in SEX, let us see when the change comes about!






 

Counter Strike-Global Offensive: Will it take the legacy forward?

It might be a little late to be reviewing something as epic as a new version of Counter Strike, but some things never get stale and we always love talking about them. Counter Strike to our generation is not just a game; it is a fierce neck and neck battle, it is a legacy. Global Offensive came like a storm for all CS veterans. For all the CS lovers, Global offensive would be like revisiting their old school canteen or probably meeting an old friend after ages. You will notice some miniscule and some major changes but the basic instinct, the character, the style remains intact.

With few new game modes, new maps and modified old maps introduced for the first time in 15 years, CS GO is going to keep a crazy player like me on his toes. The teams are small, guns are lethal and rounds are shorter but the power and adrenaline rush is much higher and takes the game-play to new heights of awesomeness. Arms race, which is a new death-match based mode, rewards a player with a new weapon on every kill and the player to get a kill with every weapon is the winner. This mode is very exciting and is a definite treat for every CS lover. It's the most frenzied and care-free mode in Global Offensive, with players throwing caution to the wind for the sake of climbing the kill ladder as quickly as possible. It's a disappointment that there are only two maps in Arms Race.

There are new escape routes to discover even in old classic maps (look for the underpass choke point in de_dust). Such minor changes are going to enthral and surprise the hardcore fans. The look and feel of the game is modernized with path-breaking graphics and amazing first person shooting experience. But even in today’s trend of genre evolution and fierce market advancements in technology, CS remains true to its original style, appeal and character........

(Full article with grading and verdict published on http://www.thetechportal.in/Articles/Gaming/CS-GO%20Review.html
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एक नयी सुबह ...

आज धूप में कुछ बात है,
ये नये समय का आगाज़ है,
नयी सोच की रोशनी में,
ये आशावाद का उल्लास है...

नयी पीढ़ी का यह जोश है,
अब नही हम बेहोश है,
ये जीत की गूँज है,
ये बरसों का आक्रोश है...

छ्ट गयी अब रात है,
ऊँचा सुनने वालो की ये मात है,
ये बदलाव की शुरुआत है,
आज धूप मे कुछ बात है...



Book Review: Syahi - Power of the Pen

I got a tremendous opportunity of reviewing the latest short story anthology - "Syahi - Power of the Pen", published by Triumph Publishing and edited by Aman Sharma and Nehali Lalwani. The book is an amazing collection of stories of different genres written by very talented budding authors coming from varied backgrounds. It is a positive trend in the publishing industry of giving new authors a golden opportunity like this to be published at a nation-wide level.

I am hereby posting my story-wise review along with an individual grading of each story on the scale of 5. I would not play the spoiler and will not be revealing the plot of any story to let the readers enjoy it themselves.

Disclaimer: I will be very honest in my reviews, but that anyhow does not mean that any writer is bad. A negative review just means that there is a scope of improvement and the one I got to read, was not the magnum opus of that writer. All writers in this world are gifted people with a weapon in hand! ;)

1. Inspiration, An Odyssey of Discovering Life... Again - By Apoorva Arora
The writer in this story, had a beautiful message to tell regarding raising of a child by a single parent. But unfortunately, the complex story and the weird turn of events leading to that message was totally not required. The story had loads of grammatical errors which made it very difficult to grasp the story and made it monotonous to reach the end. The story could have been shorter and still the strong message could have been put forward. I am sure the writer has some beautiful thoughts in her mind, which can be expressed in abridged and simple forms.
Rating: 1.5/5

2. Better Late than Never - By Hitakshi Bawa
The story is very simple and beautifully written. It is a well written adolescent love story with some nice lines which will leave a lovely impact on the reader. The descriptions in the story are nicely done and the writer deserves a clap for expressing a girl's thoughts in such a nice manner.
Rating: 2.5/5

3. Letting Go - By Aman Sharma
It is a very heart warming story which will make you feel the pain of meeting your ex-lover after your breakup. The awkwardness, the silence, the thoughts, the coldness that you experience on such a meeting have been beautifully described. The supposed monologue in the end of the story is also very emotional and you can literally experience what the protagonist must have gone through. The best part I liked about this story was how the writer has explained the importance of "letting go".
Rating: 3/5

4. 26/11, A Dark Twilight - By Nehali Lalwani
It is a very sad story expressing the unthinkable loss of someone who loses their loved ones in a terrorist attack. However, I just feel that so much has been written about 26/11 already, that it would take something path breaking to gather a reader's attention now. The story is simple, but lacks on emotions a little. The story is long enough but lacks warmth. On this premise, something much more heart-wrenching could have been woven.
Rating: 2/5

5. Life, A Vague Mystery! - By Khushi Gupta
Here is a writer who never fails to astound me. When an 11th standard student, writes amazingly about the feelings and thoughts of a neglected child in a broken home, it has to amaze you. The expressions are flawless, the use of words is perfect and the ending just leaves you in awe (or maybe 'aww' :p ). I would particularly like to mention the scene in the park towards the end, just seems so believable and yet very soothing and of course the epilogue - mind blowing! Kudos to the young writer!
Rating: 4/5

6. Shattered Tatters - By Ayush Agarwal
There are average writers who sometimes come out with awesome stuff and leave you amazed, and then there are awesome writers who maintain their record. Ayush Agarwal comes in the latter category. I had high expectations from the story of Ayush and undoubtedly, he fulfilled them. A very moving story of a little kid Keshav living in jhuggis, Ayush makes it into a riveting tale of loss, social ills, thrill and a thoughtful ending. It is one of those stories, after which you remain absorbed in thoughts for a few hours. A special mention to the scene describing child abuse - only a writer with great talent can pull off such a scene with such level of intensity.
Rating: 4.5/5

7. Sometimes it's not simple - By Neoni D'Souza
This story is an unimpressive tale which tries very hard to keep the reader engrossed, but fails. The ending has been made into a sudden twist but with a weak backdrop and premises, the twist fails to leave any impact.
Rating: 1.5/5

8. The Survivor, U'Khand Flood Disaster - By Omung Goyal
This story is a shocking tale of a survivor of the unfortunate Uttarakhand floods which created havoc in June 2013 taking lives of thousands of people. The writer amazingly expresses the journey of survival of the protagonist. I really do not know if this was a real personal account of the writer or someone close to him, but he does make it sound very believable and captivating. The imageries are poignant and disturbing, but very nicely created. However, only had the grammatical errors been fewer and dialogue composition been better, the story could have simply been one of the best written accounts of the disaster.
Rating: 3.5/5

9. 3 Sins - By Salli Shah
This story is very disturbing as it expresses the weaker side of a woman. The story does not impress and tries to instill pity for a woman in the mind of the reader. The story has a depressing end, which seems to be totally mislead, almost expressing as if suicide is the only option and ends up making you feel sorry for a girl. It could have been a much better story, had it been focussed on women empowerment and discussing about bouncing back of the girl in the mainstream society even after having faced such hardships. The story is disappointing.
Rating: 1/5

10. It all started with a key - By Shrutee Parekh
It is a very disappointing story with an insensitive handling of an issue as delicate as AIDS. The story could have had a better premise. The story shows the protagonist deciding to marry a guy after a day of cheap stalking and without knowing the guy at all. For an AIDS infected patient, life is a challenge each day. It could have been shown with a lot more consciousness and delicacy. Moreover, the grammatical and spacing errors, and flawed placements of inverted comas in dialogues made it very difficult to keep a track in the story.
Rating: 1.5/5

11. It's never too Late - By Aman Sharma
This is a very old-school story line with nothing fresh to offer. It seems to be a bit immature at various points. The fact that a girl who is at the top of her career decides to return to her childhood romance, a guy who abandoned her after one fling of physical love making ages back, it all seems to be impractical and not in line with modern times. After the earlier story of Aman Sharma, the expectations were high but to some extent he fails to deliver. Had there been more of romance, heartbreak or flow of emotions, which seems to be Aman's forte, the story could have been really great.
Rating: 2.5/5

12. A Lesson for Life! By Nehali Lalwani
Reading this story was a real pleasure. It is one of those stories that make you feel very optimistic and blessed. Beautiful choice of words, soft turn of events, descriptions and images that leave you spellbound, are the features of this story. I finally found the typical-Nehali story which I had expected from a writer of her capability. This story was enriching and more of a learning experience.
Rating: 4/5

13. Un-destined Love By Salli Shah
This story is very naive and has been dragged with no content. With the premise that was being set-up in the beginning, the story seemed to have something interesting to offer. But the story disappoints towards the end when two people in love have to part ways owing to religious differences. This is one of those stories where you keep thinking that something is going to happen now, but nothing does.
Rating: 2/5

14. You Amaze Me - By Ayush Agarwal
This is a magical story more like a garland woven together with words. The development of the plot line, the premise, the expression, the turn of events, everything is very well thought and put forward in a beautiful way. This is a masterpiece of a story with an ending that leaves you with a smile, you don't know, is sad or happy. Very Moving! Hats off to Ayush Agarwal!
Rating: 4.5/5

15. That Night @12 By Neoni D'Souza
It is a fairly gripping story with a well thought storyline. Although not as spine chillingly horrifying as you would expect from the story build-up in the beginning, but still a fairly good attempt at a story with positive ghosts. With grammatical correctness and a little editing, this story could have been even more enjoyable.
Rating: 3/5

16. To be Hanged, Till Death - By Omung Goyal
This story is a very engrossing legal-crime thriller which ends up thrilling you even more. Very few writers can write crime-thrillers with that ease, but the writer has done a commendable job. Although, had the pace been a little faster and with a better editing, this story could have been a wonder! Nevertheless, a very fine attempt at crime thrillers where a boy is accused of murdering his parents. Read the story to find out if he comes out tainted or is buried with no charge.
Rating: 4/5

Best Writer (on the basis of writing style, choice of words, and grammatical correctness) - Ayush Agarwal
Best Story (storyline, development of story, story premise) - Life, A Vague Mystery By Khushi Gupta 
Most expressive story (with depth of thought, clarity, philosophy and concept) - A Lesson for Life By Nehali Lalwani

Overview - Syahi is an admirable collection of stories written by authors from different walks of life. Stories from different categories, flavours and moods have been put together. Having said that, I would mark the importance of grammatical correctness, because at some point, it does spoil the fun of reading and makes it monotonous. Nevertheless, it is a fun read with some very exceptional stories and after all I truly believe - every reader is a critic. So grab your hands and read for yourself as there is something to take away from every book you read in your life.

Final Grading (on scale of 10) - 
6.5


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Whatever went wrong with the concept of Love...

After experiencing the very recent cinematic horror in Ramleela, it was almost a deja vu of another senseless "love story" of this year - Raanjhanaa. After fathoming the underlying concept of such flimsy romantic flicks being made in Bollywood, I realized that there is something terribly wrong in our understanding of the very concept of "Love".

At one hand, a kiss within two minutes of meeting and deciding to get married by the same evening without having a single sensible conversation (as in Ramleela) seems to be more of lust rather than love. Where are the times when love was more about understanding, maturity, being able to link yourself with somebody else's happiness and comforts and putting someone above you? We are a practical generation with a pragmatic mindset. We fall in love, but it is not blind. Yes, sorry, but love should not be blind! There is no such thing as love at first sight, or rather we should rename it to lust at first sight, since it is nothing but a sexual attraction. Love is a beautiful expression that happens when you know somebody in and out, your mental levels strike like a chord, you balance out each other and you feel complete. It is basically much-much more than a warm fuzzy feeling where you just want to be in bed with the other person. 

World would be a much better place if girls could be wooed by wrist slashing (remember Raanjhanaa?). But alas! It takes much more. You need to make her feel comfortable, you need to be chivalrous and not flirtatious around her. You need to understand her, know her and assure her that she will be safe and she will be taken care of. But only if it was not so complex, and if girls could be attracted by stalking them for weeks and getting slapped 17 times even before knowing her name, it would have been a piece of cake, isn't it? Huh!

Sadly, true love has lost its meaning. There is a pretty deep psychology behind the concept of romantic love (which is debatable), but either way, love is about going that extra mile to make someone feel special. And Going that extra mile, nowhere implies doing something special or gifting something precious, but it is about accepting someone with all your heart and let them be who they are. It is not about a first sight, a passionate kiss on your first meeting, stalking, attempting suicides for someone and definitely not about deciding to get married within a few hours of seeing them. 

Love is really simple, but we make it complex and movies like this definitely mislead us and misunderstand this generation. We believe in realistic romance which is a journey of a lifetime with someone who understands you, it is definitely not an overnight bus journey. 
There was an anonymous quote I read somewhere - "Today's generation gets into love because of misunderstandings, and split when they understand each other." I remembered Ramleela when I read this quote, where protagonists either get physical or break into useless dances, and wherever they have a conversation for more than two minutes, they end up in abusive fights with each other (amusingly, their fights also end with sudden kisses). 

Love is not about walking together, it is about growing together. So, fall in love, have a soul-mate, make it work, fight for it, put your efforts into it and create a bond for a lifetime. Love is a long term investment, not an intra-day trading. ;) 

कुछ बातें पुरानी ...

करवटें भी बदली
हरकतें भी बदली
शिरकतें भी बदली
फुर्सतें भी बदली...

वक़्त जो बदला, तो आहटें भी बदली,
ऋतु 'पावस' मे भीगे थे कभी,
अब तो चाहतें भी बदली और आदतें भी बदली...

लोग भी बदले, उनकी नसीहतें भी बदली
ऊँचे पायदान पे पहुच के, उनकी नीयतें भी बदली...
जिस सीढ़ी से चढ़े थे, उसको भी भूले
हवाओं के रुख़ बदलते ही, बोलियाँ भी बदली...

रेत का गुबार उड़ा, तो नसीब भी बदले,
फर्श से अर्श तक, और अर्श से फर्श तक आते आते,
रास्ते भी बदले और मंज़िलें भी बदली...

अब ना तो वो मिज़ाज़ है, ना रिश्तों मे गर्माहट है
ना इश्क़ की खुश्बू है, ना मोहोब्बत की आहट है
बस मंज़िलों की चाहत है, और दौड़ मे शामिल है,
ख्वाब है ऊँचा, पर ना सक्षम है, ना काबिल है....

जैसे जैसे घड़ी की सूइयां आगे बड़ी
अब तो रिश्ते भी बदले
और फरिश्ते भी बदले...



It's not like they say!

Disclaimer: All characters and incidents are absolutely fictional. ;) ;) 

“Yes, I was a playboy. Yes, I was a flirt. Yes, I was stamped “characterless”. But yes, I was in love and like never before. The mere feeling of being owned by someone, the intuition that someone is in pain, the emotion that you have when someone says a few words of love... I was totally head over heels and I did not even know it! It never struck me a like a lightening else I would not have fallen, but I never fell in love... I always rose.

It was a slow, gradual feeling which had been living in my heart like a scared kid in a dark room. Yes there was darkness inside me, and in the corner sat innocence, love, care, the need of being someone’s prince charming. Besides, all those jokes, humour, wit, playfulness and happy go lucky attitude that I kept on display for the world to be happy about my presence, made me feel like a hoarding with bright neon lights. But this... this little feeling which existed like the soft sleep of an infant was beautiful. It somehow kept me ‘alive’, it kept me moving. When the feeling grew and I was confident about it, I knew I had done a terrible mistake, a mistake that I never wanted to make. Me? Why me? I am supposed to be the “flirt”. I am not supposed to feel this way. I never had a heart.  But what surprised me was, the fact that I never cared. I knew I could live a hundred lives and die a hundred deaths, but never again will I fall in love so pure, so selfless, so meaningful ever again... and being in such a love, it would have been a total wrong doing on my part, had I regretted this feeling. Somehow, I loved being in love and loving her was my favourite mistake.
She wasn't interested. Relationships did not excite her. She ran away from them for her own silly reasons I could not argue with. But unfortunately for me, the hardest thing was to let go of something I never even had. Her footprints were across my heart and her thoughts were across my mind. How could I let go?

I could not grasp the fact that she was my Cinderella but I was never her Prince Charming. I had to comprehend where I had gone wrong, and where did I falter? But every time the answer was the same, she was and could never be mine because I was not worthy of her, I knew that. I did not deserve her even in my wildest imaginations. But I wanted her... I wanted her soul... I wanted her desperately and passionately. I wanted to own her... I wanted her to be my princess, to have a right on everything that is mine... I loved her and the feelings would never go...
A few minutes ago, my phone had beeped with her text message. “I am sorry I hurt you. But this can’t happen...”

And then that feeling came... the feeling when your heart pumps so hard that almost everyone around can hear it. I did not realize I was crying until the guy next to me in the bus stared at me. I quickly wiped my eyes under the pretext of wiping off sweat and looked outside at the open fields. There was a lump in my throat as if I had a penny stuck inside. Only six days ago, we had kissed and she had been in my arms all night. It was passionate. What did it mean? To wander off from the weird thoughts of my mind, I flipped through the drafts of my mobile and I came across a poem she had written. I loved everything she wrote. I could not imagine I had to attend a marriage in a few hours time. Marriages are supposed to be happy. How would I pretend to be happy in front of the people I have been close with? Moreover I dreaded the fact that she would be at the wedding too. I felt even worse. I did not realize when I drifted into sleep, with her thoughts in my arms and her sensation on my lips.

***

She stood right across the hall dressed in a peach coloured lehenga, decorated with beautiful jewellery and little make-up. Her dupatta clumsily touched the floor. I loved her clumsiness. I loved her ­non-girlish part. I always told her not to wear make-up as it hid her real beauty. Her eyes bore into mine. Why did she leave me in the lurch? Why couldn't I sprint across the hall and take her in my arms? Why couldn't I dance with her? Why couldn't I kiss her? Questions shot in my mind one after another like a fire round.

She took a few steps forward pulling up her dupatta. She walked towards me. I suddenly became conscious of my hair, my shirt, my arms, the way I was standing and almost everything. I had been so close to her for the last four months and now I felt awkward. I did not know what she would say.

“Hi! How have you been?” She asked with a customary smile.

“Why can’t we be together?” I asked, as those were the only words that came to my lips in a jiffy.

“We have been over this.”

“I am not over you.” Words were escaping my mouth as if I had no control over them.

“What do you want?” She asked, surprisingly not pissed at all. She sounded cute. I wanted to pull her cheeks and touch her hair.

I shook my head in disappointment and said, “Nothing! But I want to gift you something as a token to remember me with. What do you want for Diwali?”

Diwali was two weeks away. What the hell was wrong with me?

She turned to look at me as we slowly walked down towards the mandap. I looked at her. Her deep eyes and the mole in her right ear made me want her more than ever.

“You...” She almost whispered, as she smiled at me and intertwined her fingers with mine, while another couple deeply in love took rounds of the fire. The victory was mine! 







Satyagraha - Exclusive Music Review!


The music launch of Satyagraha was a star studded one. Salim-Sulaiman, who have given some of the most amazingly refreshing albums in recent years, teamed up with Prasoon Joshi, who is a school in himself for Satyagraha and together, they have churned out an album which is simply mind blowing.

The album opens with a very rocking version of Raghupati Raghav Raja Ram, with very deep inspirational lyrics. The backdrop of electric guitars and drums provide a complete rocking feel to the song with amazing classical touch at places by Shweta, making the song a great blend or rather a fusion. Kudos for this one to Salim-Sulaiman!

Aiyo ji is another amazing song with a great classical feel provided by the soulful singing of Shraddha Pandit. It is a must-listen song for all fusion lovers with enthralling lyrics and somehow it gave me the "Jiya Laage na" (Talaash) feel once again. Simply beautiful!

I was desperately waiting to hear something awesome again from Shafqat amanat Ali Khan and "Raske bhare tore nain" did just that. This song has an amazing romantic feel to it with perfect seconds from Arpita Chakraborty. Undoubtedly, the best song on the album!

The album continues with "Janta rocks" by Meet Bros. The song is a quick paced motivational song worthy of becoming a youth anthem for forthcoming protests and rallies. This song could have done better with the music, but nevertheless, is good enough keeping up with the feel of the movie and the concept.

"Hum bhole the" is a complete rock track by Raghu Ram, and is going to appeal to all Indian Ocean fans like me. A bit off-beat with the music and lyrics, and might take some time to get down your system. But if you pay attention to the lyrics, you will fall in love with this one! ;)

The two remixes of Raske Bhare tore nain" and "Aiyo ji" can be missed for sure. :P

Conclusion: The music of Satyagraha is refreshing. The classical touch in most of the songs is very amazing. The lyrics are freaking awesome (it is Prasoon Joshi, after all). Salim-Sulaiman have done a great job. The expectations from the movie are high as well, given the star cast and Prakash Jha. We seriously need good stuff from this camp after Aarakshan. Meanwhile, definitely listen to this album as some of the songs are definitely going on the loop.

My Verdict: (on a scale of 5) - 4.2







The Farcical Fidelity

Danish had never envisaged that his life would ever turn out this way. The evening, coastal, semi-dark skies stretched out beyond the limits with grotesque emptiness. The sun dissolving into the depths of the ocean was visible from his 12th floor apartment, like all the symbols of felicity and happiness were being sucked into a deep void. A slight rim of golden sun was now evident like a last ray of hope and utopia… but alas, it went away too in a few seconds. Danish breathed a sigh… a sigh of a young man who had faced a lot. A sigh of a man who had achieved nothing but dejection. A sigh of a man who had lost the love of his life.
He got up from his balcony chair, after what seemed to be like a few days, and decided to take a stroll on the beach in an attempt to sink in his sad thoughts into the oceans too. A few minutes later, he found himself barefoot, walking on the wet sand alongside the beautiful and somewhat angry waters. The waves lashed on the bank, every time immersing his feet in cold water. He liked it; he wished that the waves would wash away his wounds too. But it seemed nothing could give him the satisfaction and content that he had always demanded from the cruel destiny. He was walking with his head down, hung low of lost pride, failures and struggles. Suddenly, to his own shock, he stopped dead in his track. He had almost bumped into a young lady who was sitting on the beach gazing at the horizon far away. It seemed as if she was trying to recollect something, or more so, was in the middle of a very important discussion with the depth of the ocean.
“Sorry…” This was all that, that came out from Danish’s throat. A meek, soft ‘sorry’ which maybe the girl did not even hear considering the enthrallment and engrossment she was showing towards the skyline. He started walking past her slightly shaking his head.
“That’s okay. Maybe God wanted you to bump into me…” He heard a very sweet, almost musical voice say behind him. He turned with such pace and excitement that he almost got a head rush. He now looked directly at the girl who had been staring at the ocean a few seconds before. She was alluring and stunning. It seemed as if angels from the heavens had descended on Earth. Her long flowing black hair flew softly because of the coastal winds, her eyes were deep and brown and caring, and her face was a perfect blend of emotions, beauty and attractiveness. She wore a bright red kurti and a pair of black denims, which were all wet and dirty as she had been sitting there for what seemed to be like hours.
For a few minutes, they just ogled into each other, as if diving into the depth of each other and allowing their emotions to do the talking. The girl suddenly got up, shaking all the sand off her and tying her hair into one cute and long pony.
“So? Lost in thoughts to the extent, that you did not even see a young, beautiful girl in your track?” She said with a naughty shine in her eyes. “What’s up dude?” She winked. By this time, he had almost toppled over with everything about this girl.
“N…Nothing… Actually, I am just sorry…” That was all he could manage stammering. She started walking slowly, which meant he was to join her. They started walking towards the exit from the beach.
“Oh… But if there is something that you want to share or say, then you can…” She said with a confidence and strength that he had rarely seen. “Because you know… it’s kind of scary for a boy to come on such a beautiful beach on a Saturday evening and not paying attention to a beautiful girl!” Having said that, she laughed on her own silly joke and as a manner of gratitude and respect, Danish gave a low giggle too.
After a few long, harsh and awkward seconds of silence, Danish spoke, “I had a break up. My girlfriend, whom I had loved for over eight years, now ditched me. She thinks I am a loser…” He paused as he thought he was about to break down again. He did not even know why he was saying all this stuff to an unknown stranger, let alone crying in front of her. But she had such a miraculous attraction and zealous attention and understanding that once he started, he just went on and on like he had never done before. He was himself amazed on the ease with which he was discussing his love story with her. He told her right from the beginning when he and his girlfriend had met, to how they fell in love. He told her about how her parents were against this and what a hard time he had convincing them that he was not such a useless person as they thought. He discussed all the ups and downs of his relationship finally coming to how his girlfriend started to develop a feeling that he was good for nothing and she could get a guy
It seemed as if he had let open a caged bird after years of captivation. He looked on his left at the girl, unknown and unseen, who had been listening all his stories with utmost calm and compassion. She looked back at him, in his eyes and had a soft, caring smile which said a lot than the words could at the moment. She finally got up and they exchanged contact numbers with the promise and anticipation of meeting again very soon and they were sure they would.
Danish went back home much more relieved than he had come. He could not still comprehend what had happened with him, and he spent all evening in reminiscing his meet with the unidentified stranger girl Sanvi. He was sure that they would meet again but he was clueless as to when. At night, he lay in his bed; his eyes wide open with not a single hint of weariness. He stared at the fan going around in slow dizzy circles just like his life. He had had a weird life so far. Not just that he had faced a break up at a young age but also he had not done too great with his career as an actor. But when he thought all over it, he just remembered all those motivating and encouraging things his new found friends Sanvi had said a few hours ago.
With such beautiful thoughts in his mind and a few made-up imaginary situations and stories about future, he did not realize when he went to sleep.
***

The phone did not ring; the bell did not go ‘buzzz’ in Danish’s apartment for the next two days. He went out on his daily routines to various auditions and trials here and there in the city, but everywhere he went and whatever he did, at the bottom of his mind somewhere he constantly thought of Sanvi. Her silky black hair, her young and juvenile eyes, her naughty yet uplifting smile and her caring words… they just did not leave him. As minutes passed by, he started to assume that she was not really interested in talking to him anymore.
It was almost the time he was about to give up, the time when he had just returned after a day’s slog, the phone rang.
“Hello…” He picked up and put all his effort in sounding casual and genuine. He knew boys did that all the time in front of girls.
“Hey… This is Sanvi…” Her voice sounded so different and angelic over the telephone.
“Ooh…” For once he did not know what to say, though it seemed as if he had been preparing since days. “I wasn’t really expecting your call…”
“Yeah… you bet!” Sanvi replied – genuinely or sarcastically, he could not figure out. “How have you been doing, by the way…?”
“I—I am—I am great…” He said almost stuttering out of nervousness.  “Can we meet again?”
I spoiled it! Thoughts started hopping in his mind. He had made a quick move in haste and anxiety.
“He he… Of course…” She giggled.
“Great!” He high fived himself and punched in mid air. “How about that new rock disc that opened up in…”
“Hey Danish…” She interrupted him right away. He was almost offended but Sanvi spoke again. “Can we please not go to a crowded and loud place like that? I mean… please… somewhere quiet and serene…”
Okay. Now what does she mean by that. Boys definitely did not take an offer like that from a girl very well.
“You want to go to a quiet place, ahan?”
“If you don’t mind…”
“Of course…” Danish replied. He was too happy to object anything. “Of course…”
They hung up after having decided to meet at another beach the next day, which was a little towards the outskirts of the city. Danish did not mind as Sanvi said that it was closer to her place. Before hanging up, he did manage to ask for her address, which she hesitantly gave.
That night was definitely not a peaceful one for Danish – a boy in love.

***
They met and they talked for hours.
The evening passed by in what seemed to be like a jiffy. Both of them were so engrossed in each other that they did not realize it was past 9’ o clock. They finally got up with their fingers dishevelled together. They looked into each others’ eyes for a few minutes as the moonlight shone on their bright faces. They came closer and wrapped each other into the tightest and most beautiful hug ever. It seemed that they had held the world into their hands for once and they were the only two people under the moon. But as every road has a bend, so did this moment.
Danish offered to drop Sanvi home to which she readily agreed considering the fact that her house was very close by. Both of them hopped on Danish’s motorcycle and sped off. As the strong gush of coastal air hit both of them in their faces, it felt amazing – enjoying this beautiful fresh air together for the first time. They were lost in their own thoughts and too engrossed to even say anything. It was Sanvi who broke the silence and spoke a little loud to make it audible to him on the bike.
“There is something you should know about me…”
Danish looked at her in the rear view mirror. Her eyes had a weird truthfulness and innocence to them and her hair blew wildly. She looked striking and it almost seemed perfect.
“Trust me Sanvi… there is nothing. I don’t want to know anything about you, your past, your regrets or anything… I just don’t care maybe.” Danish said that and he looked into the mirror again and saw her smiling very softly and contentedly.
They reached her building where she had an apartment on the 3rd floor. They bid goodbye at the front gate of the building and went their ways.
As soon as Danish reached back his bike, he realized something and rushed back. Since the elevators were busy, he took the stairs and reached Apartment number 5, on the third floor in no time panting. He rang the bell expecting one of her parents to open the door. He was okay with it as Sanvi had told him that she never lied to them and they knew everything that was going on.
After, what seemed a long while, he heard some footsteps approach the door – a click, and the door opened. It was Sanvi’s mother.
“Umm… Hello Auntie…” Danish said. He was at the peak of his edginess and he did not even know why. He just smiled uselessly and tried to be extra gracious. “Actually, I just realized that Sanvi forgot her mobile with me, that she had asked me to keep in my jeans pocket while we were on the bike… So… just to… I mean… return this…”
Her mother nodded. He realized she had similar face cut and nose as Sanvi, but her eyes had a strange abyss in them.
“Come inside…” She said. It was a bit cold and emotionless; maybe he had bumped in at the wrong time. It was a peculiar environment inside her house. He looked around with his heart beating fast and loud enough to be heard a few meters away.
“Are you looking for her?” Sanvi’s mother asked him even more coldly, pointing at a picture kept on the side table. It was a picture of Sanvi with her mother, who was standing right beside him. But it was definitely some 5-6 years earlier as Sanvi looked younger and sweeter, though her smile was as beautiful and brightening.
   He almost beamed happily and said, “Wow… that’s cu--- I mean, umm… yeah, Auntie… Umm… I am looking for Sanvi…”
Her mother looked right at him and in the lowest of tones, said, “She died. 17 and a half months back…” She seemed to be looking right through him. “… In a road accident.”

***

  


Nasha - Get Addicted!

This music album urgently needed a review for one main reason that it might just go unnoticed by most of the people, because it is a Poonam Pandey movie. Yes, it is, but surprisingly the music astonished me! An album where people will expect sensuous, explicit and vulgar item songs, actually has very soothing and beautiful music to offer. The album composed by Sangeet-Siddharth duo (remember Murder 2) has some amazing songs in its bag.

The album starts with the title track 'Tera Nasha'. It is a very soft and soulful song, sung amazingly by Anirudh. The songs is high on romance and is a perfect love song. It leaves you wanting for more by the end. I would definitely say this song is worth being put on the loop.

A disclaimer now - The song 'Laila' is NOT an item song and NOT a cheap song which it might sound by the name. The song, sung in a very passionate and youthful voice by Monali Thakur is worth a listen and is definitely a peppy track for dance and has great head banging and foot tapping beats (let us forget the part that it might have Poonam Pandey in the video).

'Besharam' brings back Shaan once again, and this time with Ansuha Mani (Dhoka fame from Johnny gaddar). Shaan does not fail to impress and creates magic with his cute and romantic voice. Although, I would say he now lacks the "Jab se tere naina" charm, but the song is an instant catch for its appealing lyrics. A big Kudos to the lyrics writer here, and this song will appeal to the naughty and 'besharam' youngsters who will be able to connect with the lyrics.

'Goti song' is another song from the dark genre of 'Khoon choos le', or I would even say 'Sutta'. This song has explicit lyrics and catchy tune, but somehow it still picks up on you because of the humour and satire. It surely leaves a naughty smile on the listener's face.

'Laila unplugged' is sung by the music directors themselves and is definitely a better version that the original one. The album ends with 'Nasha - the addictive mix', which is just another remixed track without which the music albums now are not complete.

Conclusion: Forget the point that the movie stars Poonam Pandey. Listen to the tracks as this album has some great not-to-be-missed tracks. Tera Nasha and Besharam are worth being chart busters if this album gets noticed. Goti song is also definitely worth a listen for its youth appeal. But looking at the current music scenario, the album could have contained an peppy item song as it seems to be the need of the current music scene of India. But for once, do go through this album ASAP and choose what you like!

My Verdict: (on a scale of 5) - 3


(It might be a little erotic and inappropriate for the Indian sensibilities but I personally really liked the concept of the cover)





Chennai Express - Music Review

The much awaited music of Chennai Express has been launched finally! The music album directed by Vishal-Shekhar with songs penned down by Amitabh Bhattacharya has got something for everyone. The music is excessively delightful at places but definitely lacks a spark at others.

Starting with the Title track, I must say there could not be a more befitting track for Chennai Express. Kudos to whoever thought of bringing back SP Balasubramaniam (SPB). The song starts with awesome groovy beats that will definitely make you tap your feet. SPB creates magic once again and his part gives you an awesome 90s music feel, and you cannot help but remember "Aaja shaam hone aai". The lyrics are funky, singing is undoubtedly amazing and this song will make it to the chart busters for sure. No one can guess SPB is 67 years of age and singing this song with the same young man's charm.

One two three four, is another dance track from the album. The song has already made it to the top songs list on major radio stations. The song has an underlying Dhol beat that gives it a great pitch and rhythm throughout. Vishal Dadlani is definitely impressive in this fast paced and catchy tune.

Titli, as a romantic respite in the album, is worth a listen for its classical base and great singing by chinmayi Sripaada and Gopi Sunder. But as the only romantic and soft track of the album, Vishal Shekhar could have done a lot better having created some amazing songs in the past.

Arijit Singh, after a series of super hits one after another, completely fails to impress in Kasmir mai, tu kanyakumari. The lyrics are attractive, but the music is totally a disappointment. Tera raasta chodu na is another disappointment from the album. This could have been made into a better blues genre and something much better was expected from a talented singer like Amitabh Bhattacharya who has made us fall in love in ektara, ek lau, Aazadiyan. The song only picks up from the first stanza, worth a listen still for Amitabh Bhattacharya and beautiful lyrics.

Ready steady Po is a very average dance track and it can definitely be given a miss.

Conclusion: The music of Chennai Express is again Rohit Shetty Shtyle - fast paced, funky, funny and groovy. The lyrics are not great but good. Vishal Shekhar have done a good job with the fast paced songs. The album could have been much versatile with a better romantic song than Titli. All in all, the music has a great mixture of South Indian-ness as well at right places, thereby suiting aptly with the theme of the movie.
Do not miss SPB's return in the title track (worth being played on the loop), One two three four and Title (for a romantic respite). that is pretty much all. The great artists and singers could have been better utilized up to their potential.

My rating: (on a scale of 5) - 2.8




फिर बरसात आई...

एक अरसा हुआ, फिर घिर कर 'पावस' मे बरसात आई,
एक अरसा  हुआ और फिर तुम्हारी याद आई,
चुप थे हम भी और सिले थे लब तुम्हारे
एक अरसे के बाद ज़ुबान पर फिर एक बात आई...

पास थी तुम, पर फिर भी मेरे ना हाथ आई,
जीत कर भी हमने, आज खुशी खुशी फिर मात खाई
जब मिली थी तुम पहली दफ़ा, उस चाँदनी के तले
ऐसा लगा था की एक अरसे के बात फिर रात आई....

तुमसे मिलने की चाहत इस दिल मे बार बार आई
सुकून भी आया और ऩफ़रते भी हज़ार आई
पैरों मे छाले थे, दरवाज़ों पे ताले थे,
आज झरोखे खोले, तो चेहरे पे फिर अरसे बाद बौछार आई...


आज फिर ठंडी हवाओ की सौगात आई
फिर आसमान को सजाने बादलो की बारात आई
बड़ी सूखी सी थी दिल की बंजर ज़मीन मेरी
'पावस' के लिए, तुम फिर बनके बरसात आई...






THE STARTUP PHENOMENON



India is a country which boasts of its intellectual horsepower, huge proportions of a talented and stalwart youngsters and maturing market. However, despite of all the aforesaid claims, India is not able to meet the broader socio-economic targets. As per a recent report of Planning Commission, India needs to support almost 10,000 scalable start-ups by 2022 to effectively create jobs for 140 million job seekers. But currently only some off 450 start-ups have been launched and overall just 200 are funded by angel investors/VCs every year. There has definitely been a sudden surge in the aspiring student entrepreneurs who wish to become the Steve Jobs and Mark Zuckerbergs of India. But something has been holding us back. Some things are going wrong and we have not been able to put this act together.

I would not use this platform to avowal about my start-up venture or advertise it in any way, but given my personal experiences with SpringTide, an online flipbook magazine aimed at providing a platform to youngsters to express themselves, I would say that it is somewhat Herculean. May it be the cumbersome procedures of getting incorporated as a company under the Ministry of Corporate Affairs or complying with the legal formalities of VAT, Service Tax, Sales Tax, TDS, TCS, Income Tax, Wealth tax etc, it is really a task that can make you go “WTF”.

But I would not blame the system and the authorities for all the failures of the start-up system. There are mistakes made at both the ends. I, as an owner of a start-up venture, would speak for fellow entrepreneurs. Firstly, I would say that we, as Indians, are a scared race. We are not ready to take risks and make mistakes. We are too pessimistic and we give up too fast. We want to reach the top of the building without having to climb the stairs. We are hard working, dedicated, focussed and immensely intelligent but we lack patience.

For all those who feel that there is a dearth of capital in the start-up scene need to do some serious rethinking. We are not Silicon Valley, for sure, but undoubtedly the excitement regarding Indian start-ups is growing globally at a surprising rate. Just for examples, only in December 2012, Plivo, the cloud telephony start-up raised $1.75 million Andreessen Horowitz, Battery Ventures, Qualcomm Incorporated and SV Angel. WhistleTalk, a Bangalore based start-up aimed at making recruitments easier, has raised $400,000 from Hyderabad Angels. Mast Kalandar, a food chain, raised $6 million from Helion Venture Partners and Footprint Ventures in third round of funding. Gaming start-up MadRat games received investment of $500K from Blume Ventures and First Light Ventures. Sharedcab received angel investment of $1 million from Anupam Mittal, Sasha Mirchandani (Kae Capital), Blume Ventures and few others.

And trust me, these are very few examples. Moving ahead, another big mistake we do as entrepreneurs is not anticipating our customers’ potential needs. Say for example, we are starting a bakery in a neighbourhood. In such a case, we need to consider the fact some customers might want the products to be delivered to their houses. Also, many customers might want to return products. Hence, providing allied services, after sales satisfaction and services additional to your product is a necessity.

Every business needs to have a Unique Selling Point, i.e. USP. A business always gets born from a vague idea which strikes us during shower or a highway drive. But every idea needs to have a proper blueprint or a business plan. The age-old technique of solving this problem is to think of the top three problems that your product/ service solves. This will give clarity to the business idea and help you to converge upon using the limited resources in the right direction.

In the current set-up and situation, one of the biggest mistakes that an entrepreneur is committing is to start up without an online presence. This is something that hold true even for already established businesses looking to expand and for youngsters exploring into new dimensions of businesses. No matter what field you are going into, an online presence is very essential. For example, Tata Docomo is ruling the social media world with over 1 billion Facebook fans followed by the brand of Vodafone Zoozoos with around half of those.
It is a time where customers, clients and associates are found and made online. It’s time to realise that the eyeballs have shifted from Yellow Pages to Google Chrome!

One thing that every student entrepreneur or an aspiring start-up owner needs to learn by heart is that the term “Flexible working hours” is a myth! Let’s face the reality – if you are starting a business, it is your full time responsibility, your full time job and in fact you need to feed, sleep and drink on your business day and night. Think of it as a kid of yours... Can you really just restrict to 10 am to 6 pm to look after your kid?

Being a control freak is good, but sometimes it can backfire. It is true that holding the power to take decisions is very important, but some things should be delegated at the right time otherwise it just ends up in a mess. Bootstrapping is good until you can manage it. Personally, my co-founders in SpringTide wanted to opt for a VC and I have been against this always because of the major reason that the decision making power is diluted. Hold that power till the time you really can...
Again, the most important lesson remains that you got to take risks and you have to be ready to face some losses to. Minimum investment concept is cool, but there is nothing such as zero investment IF you are looking to earn. And here investment does include the investment of time...

Therefore go out, have some fun, play cool, play hard, have a nerve and take risks... You never know, you might be the Indian Mark Zuckerberg!


(A detailed write-up on what I spoke at the International event IGNITE on April 3, 2013 in my talk) 



Tryst with Electricty

It was one of those rare days when I was entrusted with the task of depositing the monthly electricity bill of my house. Reluctantly, I dragged myself to the electricity company's office. Not that I had expected to be welcomed with garlands and tilak, but nor did I expect in my wildest (or creepiest) dreams, what I faced there!

A typical government department seen ensued before my eyes as I entered the premises. The desolated ground welcomed me with not a single living thing in sight. Hot mid-May afternoon winds blew whistling in my ears and it seemed as if I had come exploring an inhabited desert. Itna sannata kyu hai bhai, echoed in my ears, as I tried to find a pinch of humour to entertain myself.

I walked towards the only 2 rooms situated in the other end of the premises. As it came closer, I could see a queue of 5-7 people, some itching their private parts objectionably in public and others wiping off their sweat. As I reached the queue, I realized I was the youngest person around. Not that I felt odd, but it just seemed as if I lived in 18th century. I joined the queue standing at least 7 steps away from the uncle in front of me, whose shirt was all wet with sweat.

The queue cleared at a pace of what seemed to be like 20 minutes per person. My turn was next and I was becoming extremely impatient now and a game of Subway Surfers on my mobile also failed to entertain me in the gruelling situation. Some matter seemed to have occurred with the man who was inside and some enlightening mother-sister abuses filled my ears. As the customer left the room fuming and hurling abuses loudly, I went inside already a little terror stricken to be entering the Roadies audition room. My turn finally came, by which time I had also become sweaty and exhausted and I immediately felt sorry for others in the queue.

The room was in itself a stress-giver. In 45 degrees of a Jaipur afternoon, the room boasted only a softly revolving fan. The fan made creaking sounds and I had a feeling that it would fall down on me. There existed a cooler in the room, which did not work (surprisingly) but ironically belonged to a company "Magic-Cool". Unfortunately, it did no miracles for me. The room had more spiders than humans and cobwebs surrounded me and I felt like an invader in a spider-city. In a distant corner of the room, two lizards blissfully fought among themselves over mosquitoes. It was difficult to determine who populated the room more - spiders, lizards or mosquitoes. And I realized the importance of co-existence!

I reached the desk where an old man sat along with an equally old lady. The old lady stared at me and I immediately stood straight like I was being interviewed. I had anyways not expected a formally clad, young corporate lady serving me cold drinks, but nor had I expected to be stared at by a distant relative of Conjestina Achieng. The old man snatched the bill from my hand and the scary auntie took away the money I was holding. Although it was meant to be given to her, I felt like being robbed in broad daylight.

I looked around at the junk of old files, beedi remains and used stationery as the old man and woman did the formalities. The man banged the table hard while stamping my bill, and the poor table wobbled almost warning the man that it would soon resign, given the atrocities that he performed.

I grabbed my receipt and rushed out of the hell-hole, happy to be finally free and super happy of the fact that e-billing was slowly making its way through government departments too. Kudos to technology! Phew!



The Art of 'Writing'

Writing for me, is not just putting down my thoughts on a piece of paper. I would rather call it my form of escape. I write when I want to shut the whole world out from my mind and immerse myself into myself. Its a trip for me that I take every time I sit down to write. I can travel the whole world and beyond in a few minutes when I delve deeper into the layers of my heart.

I started writing at a very early age. My vocabulary wasn't very vast back then, my sentences were weird and I wrote horrendous. But becoming a better writer was like a passion to me. I kept working on it and kept writing more. Many things have worked for me and many did not work in a very good way.

I have tried to recall my experiences and I have compiled a few tips that could help other budding writers like me. I am no best-selling author, nor am I a certified authority, but I have learned from my past experiences and I would like to share whatever I have gained.

A. Expand your Resources - Keeping a dictionary and a thesaurus while writing is a very good idea. When you are stuck at a word, and you want to use any of its cool sounding substitutes, a thesaurus works the best. Not only does it develop your own vocabulary but also makes your piece of writing a treat to read. Also keeping a check on social media, television etc. helps you to get acquainted with all the "in" words of a particular time. You can throw in some of those words to make your writing easily understandable and accessible to all age groups.

B. Get Involved - Get involved with everything remotely related to writing - join clubs, forums, online groups, follow authors on twitter, "Like" publishers on Facebook, get in direct contact with other like minded people because they will always have their opinions, which will help you to gain a fresh perspective on something that you never knew. It is imperative that you surround yourself with people related to writing because networking is very important for writers.

C. Write, Write, Write... - Write down every single thought that occurs to you on a piece of paper, a tissue paper, or simply your notepad app on your mobile. Refine it later and see how you can do magic with a simple line. Explore other areas of writing and go into the technicalities. To be a good writer, writing more is far more important that reading. When you write, you make extra efforts to improve your work and that is how you learn!

If you have reached till this point of this article, then for sure, you are interested in writing. You have that bug in you and you want to write more...
Me and my team are doing some awesome things for budding writers @SpringTide. Reach out to us at www.facebook.com/springtidemag and check out how YOU can be a published author.

Trust me, the world is waiting to hear from you.





The "F" Word...



An All Girls Rock Band in Kashmir is silenced by the atrocious claims on some religious leader, Tamil Nadu government puts a ban on the release of the movie “Vishwaroopam”, the Ashish Nandy FIR on what he expressed in Jaipur Literature Festival 2013, another Rushdie-banning bickering, the want for ‘The Da Vicni code’ to be banned in India by Christian groups and frequent cases of Facebook-arrests are all examples of how the freedom of expression is being curbed or more rightly, being kept under a siege in the current scenario in our country. Looking at the recent developments and ongoing embroilments, the new forbidden “F” word is undoubtedly “FREEDOM”.

Due to domineering social groups, a spineless government eyeing for vote banks and an innocent public, the problem of this siege has been exacerbated. The Palghar incident where Shaheen Dhada was arrested and mentally tormented for weeks by hooligans and policemen alike over something that she had written as her personal opinion, due to lack of immediate action, clarified legal forces and misleading laws. Vishwaroopam was banned under Section 144 of Code of Criminal Procedure, which empowers the government to issue orders “in urgent cases of nuisance or apprehended danger”. If that was a case of nuisance for the government and if that was urgency then I feel terribly sorry to say, that we are being run by corrupt cabinet, guided by orthodox laws and lead by mindless people who are not able to identify urgency.

Media faces censorship, movies face ban, literature faces FIRs, cartoonist faces harassment and all that we are left with is a Constitution that provides an “absolute freedom of expression with some exceptions”. If our government and the political party in power really believes that all above cases were under “exceptions” to absolute freedom, then there also have been enough incidents lately that have endangered the “security of the state” (Reference: Akbar Owaisi), threatened our “Friendly relations with foreign countries” (Reference: Honourable Ministry of External Affair), crossed the limits of “decency and morality” (Reference: Digvijay Singh on his sexist remarks) which are all provided as cases of exception to Article 19 of the Indian Constitution.

The sad part is that Kamal Hassan agreed to carry out the cuts in the movie Vishwaroopam as demanded by certain Muslim groups. It is not a settlement but surrender by the producer of the movie albeit for pragmatic reasons. However it does lay down a bad paradigm because it concedes to certain intolerant groups demanding a ban, a veto or appellate power over the decision by Censor Board. 

 A liberal democracy is the one where all groups of the country can accept the fact with dignity that people can have different opinions, beliefs and ideologies and have equal right of voicing them without a fear of legal penalties and social harassment. However our country is at a stage where each and every expression is viewed with acrimony and dudgeon and there are immediate obstreperous demands of ban or arrest. You never know which Facebook status of yours might affect a certain social group and the next time you check, you might be in prison.
Our government has very effectively kept up with the changing times and before being active on the social media themselves, they have started placing internet bans and social media censorships by keeping a tab on everything that is being written or shared on the internet. Against such infringement and invasion, there have been some very strong voices which have been raised effectively, one of them being “Save Your Voice” campaign by Cartoonist Aseem Trivedi and journalist Alok Dixit, opposing the Information Technology Act of India and demanding democratic rules for internet and social media.

Basically, the point is that any Digvijay Singh or Lalit Modi can say anything anywhere without facing any legal action, which clearly proves how money, power and position work in this country since ages. We are all a helpless crowd. The rich and the powerful are now striking back even harder baffled by the Internet Democratisation that has brought together the youth of India. And the Youth of India is now raising a strong voice, which is loud enough to reach the people sitting at the very top.






The Travel Woes


Travelling is fun, especially if you live in India. On some of my trips across the country ranging from the Southern extremes of KanyaKumari to the beautiful valleys of Dalhousie, not to forget the delightful meals of Jodhpur and scrumptious sweets of Kolkata, I have learned a lot. Airplanes, trains, buses, taxis... I have been through all with cherish able (or not so cherish able) experience every time.

In a two and half hour direct flight from Jaipur to Bangalore, I expected to be seated next to a beautiful, spectacled, IT- employee girl and have some nice chit chat throughout the flight. What I got was a bald and fairly over sized uncle next to me! Bad Luck, but I learned my first lesson of not expecting. He took fairly large amount of his seat as well as mine and opened his food tray immediately. As a matter of fact, he had got 2 pyaaz kachoris packed from a famous shop of Jaipur and I felt reprehensible with the smell early in the morning. He ate them with much enthusiasm and fervour within five long minutes and burped away loudly to his satisfaction. As the airplane moved above the cloud cover, I requited myself with the natural beauty outside my window. This was when I patted my own back with the second lesson of always opting for the window seat. It helps in a situation like mine. The elbow of the uncle next to me poked me and I wanted it to be declared a lethal weapon of national threat as pangs of pain ran through my body. I shifted away from him.

I was listening to some of my favourite songs on the earphones when I heard weird sounds. I checked my phone abusing it for the technical issues, but immediately realised that it was not the phone. I removed my earphones only to be bewildered by the snoring of the uncle. He snored loudly in weird rhythms which could be used as a backdrop for a villain’s entry scene in a B Grade Bollywood movie. I promised myself to travel by train, where at least I would have a whole berth to me and no one would sit next to me. The flight did land and I did survive through it with a badly paining chest due to the poking.

The train journey from Delhi to Cochin is approximately over two and a half days, and the route is noteworthy for the scenic beauty of the Western Coast and amazing greenery. I was with a couple of friends and I looked forward to the stupendous tour. The journey began and after a few hours, for the typical Indian-ness inside us, we opened our food boxes to pool all that we had got from home. I had the lowest berth and above mine was a kid who was accompanied by his relatives who were in the next compartment. He did create a brouhaha but we did not mind. However I realized he was a devil in disguise, when he ran through the aisle, falling on passengers at late hours of night. At one such late hour of night, he decided to jump on my foot in one of his games with his cousin. It was dreadful. The next morning when I went to the toilet, I realized what horror I had done to myself. It was a lesson to me not to eat in the train because you can’t get it out. The toilet was literally a scene of total S**T. There was poop in the whole washroom except for where it was supposed to be. The same was the scene in the bathrooms of all the compartments.  As a result, I spent 2 days without using the toilet because anyways there was no such concept of getting it cleaned. I promised myself that I would rather walk like sadhus but not travel by train again.

Road journey have always fascinated me. Although I love driving on highways but when you get reimbursed, you always choose a taxi. I hired a taxi for a road trip from Jaipur to Jodhpur, which is a five hour journey on a fairly good highway. I was alone, but still excited as I had my phone and my laptop and what else does a youngster need anyways. As the driver hit the highway, he started with some of his life stories full of struggles, drama, action and emotion. I realized where our directors got all their scripts from. At first, I listened intently owing to my interest of observing people from different walks of life, but gradually it turned out that his stories only had comas and semi colons but no full stops. I started listening to music to spend some peaceful lone time. I do not know if the driver was perturbed by the fact that I was not paying attention or something else, but he drove rather ruthlessly. But then I noticed, that everybody around also did. Indian roads are a total mess. There is an ever going road repairing, which practically goes on forever, and there are people honking all the time. It was my travel lesson there that Assumption of immorality is expected from all road users. There were a few times when we had a near death experiences because a group of cows or goats had decided to cross the road. Always remember on Indian roads, precedence is accorded to cows, elephants, goats or rather any kind of living creature. The drive ended and I felt my bums frozen due to non-shifting for a long time. It was tiring.

I got to travel by bus from Udaipur to Ahmadabad which is a fairly long journey but comfortable enough for a bus. Bus journey is probably the weirdest of all that I have described so far. Firstly, the bus authorities ensure that more than two people are booked for some seats which results in “addjesting” of the passengers. Here you learn the true lesson of coexistence. Moreover, there is always a ‘Just Married’ couple in the bus who make you feel non-existing by their activities (or rather you don’t want to exist seeing their activities). Once again, the expectation lesson is learned when you expect a cute girl and end up with an auntie who scolds you on listening to loud music or talking on phone.

The conductor always displays his aiming skills by throwing the luggage into the belly of the bus from a distance of 20 metres without paying heed to the fact there might be something breakable. While driving they use an in-built sense of GPS to drive over all the potholes of the road without missing a single one. The food you had consumed last lurches in your stomach with a weird feeling of puke and poop. There is a hidden business lesson also to be learnt from the bus journey. The empty seats are always sold to oddly smelling, murderous people, by stopping the bus in the middle of nowhere at an inflated rate +200% sales tax. Here you learn how to earn profits from a needy audience. When a destination arrives, the bus driver/ conductor never announce the name and let you find it out on your own by reading the shop labels or milestones. You feel like Sherlock Holmes and learn to do your own tasks, and eventually do figure out the name of the place.
The most interesting part is the dhaba where the bus stops for snacks. It is invariably the place with good food and dirtiest possible toilets where you end up searching a place for yourself to pee. On the rest of the journey, you stare out of the window, outside the grimy window pane and tend to ponder over your past and your future life. After all, the journey does come to an end.

Whenever I reach back home after any such travelling or journeys, I always realize that this is a part of the country I love, the country which has made me what I am. At the end of it all, I do miss the uncle with the poking elbow, the kid whom I wanted to throw outside, the auntie with her nagging and the mucky toilets. I always happen to take something fruitful from each of my journeys. I hope everyone does that too. We all can crib, but that does not solve our problems. That is how it is and maybe that is why they call Life a Journey, an expedition. It indeed is...





Reclamation



She stepped down from a usual over crowded train at Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus on a humid morning. She adjusted her spectacles which had shifted due to the pushing and pulling of the crowd. She looked around and shifted her laptop bag from her left shoulder to her right. Should have got a backpack, she thought. The platform was featured by the habitual hustle and bustle of people. People who created Mumbai. People who created India. Men. Women. Children. Aged People. Everyone flocked the station. It was a cataclysm which happened round the clock on this station. 

She started walking towards the Ladies rest rooms quietly sweeping through the crowd like a snake. Her formal clothing made her intermingle with the crowd very easily. She kept her eyes low and looked at the ground while walking. She reached the toilets and stood at the basin staring at herself in the mirror. These eyes. Resembled her mother's, as people often commented in earlier days. Her mother lived in a village in extreme aridity. Ah! Remembering those times, still pinched. 

She kept down her laptop bag from her shoulder below the sink and washed her hands off the dirt, when her mobile phone rang. She took out the phone from the inside pocket of her black coat and answered it. 
"Haan, say..." She said with susceptibility. She listened to the other side and replied, "Mai apne aap phone karke, aap ko bata dungi. Do not call till then." 
Hanging up with a sniff, she thrashed the mobile phone inside her trousers pocket and left. She found a coffee counter just outside the rest rooms and stood there. As she looked over at people, her whole life flashed in front of her eyes. 

People were bidding each other with goodbyes and promises to meet soon. Some were meeting their folks after a long time with hugs and blessings. Some were leaving for their daily office routines looking forward to a cosy Saturday evening back at home. This was one of the busiest stations of the country and one of the oldest too serving as both a terminal for long distance routes and commuter trains of Mumbai Suburban Railways.
 She closed her eyes for a moment. Someone rushed past her with a slight push and a few drops of her coffee spilled on her white shirt. She did not mind. She just shook her head softly. She crushed the coffee cup and threw it away on the tracks. A minute later, another train arrived. This one, she boarded. 

With no idea as to where it headed, she stood in the train amidst a crowd of unknown people who happened to know each other with customary smiles. She was sweating near the eyes. Or Crying? 
She did not know what caused this. Her hand moved towards her pocket and she took out her phone. She moved towards the coach gate in the moving train, with great difficulty, cutting through the crowd with "Excuse Me"s and "Sorry"s. 

The train rushed past a huge playground as she dialled a number. 
"Hello, police station?" She cleared the lump in her throat. "There is a bomb at Chatrapati Shivaji station, sealed in a laptop bag, under the sink in the Ladies Rest Room. Please...Please hurry!"
She disconnected the phone and threw it on the tracks from the moving train.