"Yes...i know...i know..."

“Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own”.
A quote from Alchemist. This is one of my favorite quotes. If you don’t agree with it just try to notice once. Just try noticing how many advices/suggestions you are offered in a single day from different people. You won’t believe how many counselors exist around you. But take a note of yourself as well, because even we don’t let anyone pass without providing an advice, its human nature. We all believe that we all possess the solution to other’s problems, even when we all are so messed up with our own lives. As it is rightly said, “India main muft ki advice bahut milti hai.” People give solutions without realizing what can be the repercussions of their precious advices. So many people, so many advices, resuts in so much confusion.
I have a neighbor. He himself lost his job a few months back, has been looking for a job since then but no results, but he possess all knowledge of what I should be doing. Every now and then he asks me, “What’s going on?” and then provides me a new suggestion, clearly emphasizing that all I am doing is absolutely wrong and he provides me with what are the best alternatives for me.
It is so frustrating at times. I mean can you believe how every new friend of my dad, provides me with a new career option, telling that I am choosing a wrong way. Without having any interaction, I have been told that I should go for law or teaching or take HR or Finance as specialization and bla…bla…bla…
I request all the readers; please realize that we are literally committing a “crime” by effecting the peace of mind of the people whom we provide new advices.
I read somewhere that if you tell someone that you are satisfied with your life, they’ll feel jealous of how can you have something that they couldn’t. Then they’ll try best to make you believe that you are wrong and you are not satisfied. And when even then you won’t be convinced, they’ll kill you and when they see you dying in peace, they will declare you a saint.
I think this must be the reason behind this habit of ours. We are so human, that we are always jealous of the achievements of people around us. And just to compel ourselves, that we know better than others, we keep on providing such solutions.
This is a request to al,l that please avoid this habit because the way it irritates you, it must be irritating others as well. I mean one shouldn’t be negligent when he/she really possesses the solution. But otherwise, “No”.Now I just laugh at people, who tells me that writing is a waste of time for me or that I made a wrong decision when I left that opportunity untouched or marketing is not good for you or bla…bla…bla….the list is long.

"Mom, you are the best"

It was a Friday morning, one more busy day to start. I got a call on my cell at 6:30 in the morning, when I was taking a walk with a friend.
“Yes mom?” I asked
“Where are you? I just got up and found out that you were not on your bed. I was worried.”
“I came for a morning walk, will be back in half an hour.” And I cut the phone.
I came back at 7:00 and started preparing for my college. Left home at 8:00, quite annoyed with mom’s frequent questioning, “You took your lunch? Don’t forget the milk and bla..bla..”
Came back at 4:00, tired with all those fun things at college, with friends. My mom is working so she wasn’t home. She came back at 6:30, when I was already out with friends. After coming back I got straight into my room, asking mom to serve me dinner over there only, me sticking to my idiot box. So one more day went with zero interaction between mom and me.
At around 11 in the night I took out this book that one of my friends gave me that day only. “For one more day” by Mitch Album. I started reading it and I couldn’t believe myself, I had tears in my eyes. Yes I was crying. You might say it’s a very normal thing, especially in girl’s case but my close friends know I am not the one who starts crying while reading or watching a movie. I usually laugh at my friends when they behave so. But yes this time I was crying. Every single incident, I could relate to myself, my mom. She has always been giving and I never gave even 1% of it back. I could remember the moments when she was there to support my every tear. And also when I told her not to crib about everything, when she tried to share her heart out. How at times I told her that I am a grown up now, when she was trying to show how worried she gets about me. She was there to hold my finger when I took my first step and she has always been there whenever I was in need, even when I didn’t even ask. How many times she listened to thousands of my demands and how I got frustrated when she said “No” for one. I could remember the day when I came home, drenched in rain and my sister asked “couldn’t you take umbrella with you?” my dad yelled at me with “you could wait for the rain to stop”. And my mom, drying my hairs said “stupid rain”.
How many times she had told me that I am the best and how many times I could tell her that “no mom you are the best.”
The book was like a turning chapter in my life. I couldn’t leave it without completing even though I had college next day. And with repeating a few chapters again and again, I completed that book at 4:00 in the morning. My eyes were kinda swollen with those continuously flowing tears.
Next day was my mom’s off. I came back at 3:30, mom was taking an afternoon nap. Though I usually wake her up and ask to make some hot chapattis for me, that day I didn’t do that. I just wanted her to take some rest and so I cooked it all myself.
We all have become so busy in our lives that we don’t have time to talk with our parents. Today friends are much more important than mom-dad. I realized that I have so many friends to share things with but my mom look upon me only when it comes sharing out her heart. I would say I have learnt that I enjoy sharing things with her equally the way she do. I guess that was one of the best days in my life. It’s just so amazing how small-small things teaches us big lessons at times.
P.S “For one more day” is worth reading…[]

I saw it and I Dream

I saw a kid covered with mud, playing with stones and broken toys,
when his mother was busy in putting bricks, building someone's house.
I dream of the day when I see him going school

I saw the old man dying with hunger,
when his son was busy handling his business in London.
I dream of the day when he have the old age he dreamt of while imparting best education to his son.

I saw the ill man breathing heavily outside the hospital,
because the doctors were busy treating "High Net Worth Individuals"
I dream of the day when he is treated the way a human should b treated.

I saw the girl who likes skirts but even in summers wear suites with full sleeves,
and I saw the boss calling her after every hour in his personal cabin.
I dream of the day when she'll have enough courage to raise voice against him.

I saw the boy who committed suicide,
because he was told he was not capable of doing anything in his life.
I dream of the day when the only competition we have is with ourselves.

I saw the faces that went numb and the eyes that couldn't even cry
on watching in front of them their kids, their husbands, their friends dying.
I dream of the day when there will be no 26/11 and no Indian Mujahideen or Lashkar E Taiba.

I saw them telling North Indians that they are outsiders and should leave,
I saw them telling people what language to listen and speak.
I dream of the day when they realize what are the real duties of a minister.

I saw them fighting over cricket matches in Hyderabad and Delhi,
I saw them putting extra security for players from other countries.
I dream of the day when each person in this country get a proper place for sanitation and 3 meals per day.

The day when everyone believes in the spirit of life....
The day when every kid gets the opportunity to enjoy childhood and smile......
The day when all castes all religions accepts that they all are same....
The day when instead of Khan and Khanna we know each other just by names...
The day when Honesty and Truth really wins....
The day when each individual fall in love with nation like Bhagat Singh...

And I can see the dream world is not so far.....
it virtually exists in each and every Indian's heart.

And I can see the dream world is not so far.....i can see it all

"The UnFinished LovE sTorY"

Special frnd is the name i always give you,
I wish I could say "I Love You"
Since the day I started knowing you,
"I love you"
The day u were wearing blue,I wanted to say "I love you".
Your eyes didnt allow me, even when i was holding your hand,
wid a pat on your head i called you my special frnd.

The day u shouted at me 1st tym, "i loved you"
the day you wished me B'day at night, "I loved you."
With all courage when i tried once, you said,"What???", turning your head,
all i could say was, "nothing, you are my special friend."

The day you bought me chocolates, "I loved you".
the day we drenched in the rain, "i loved you."
Wid every sip of all coffees at CCD, i used all tricks to explain,
but all you understood was dat we are special friends.
The day you told me about the guy, i was quiet.
The day you introduced me wid your love, i was quit.
You saw tears bt couldnt find out for whome,
i wish you could understand, dey were coz, "i loved you."

Wiping my tears, you said, "What happened please tell?"
All i could say was," nothing, am so happy for my Spl Friend.

"A Perfect Day"

Got up in the morning, wid a smile on my face,
as if God had told me, "it's gonna be a beautiful day."
Opened the tap and there was no water,
wat a chilling day, no need to take a shower.
Looked for breakfast, but no sugar for tea,
thank God for saving me from some more calories.
stepped out for work, but the car wasn't workin,
got an opportunity of makin an attempt of saving environment frm global warming.
Took a bus and reached office late,
felt proud knowing, in my absence, how many things had to wait.
Boss called up and penalized with more work and less tym,
got one more chance to prove myself wid dose files.
Stretched at office, wlaked out at late hours,
got a lift frm seniors in their big and elite cars.
Had to walk hrough two roads, from where they dropped me,
ohkk i cud look around which neighbours were worth staring.
Reachd home tired and no gas to cook food,
at last pizza party, God saved me from some more work.
Pizza reachd late and wasnt really hot,
I didnt have to pay anythin, so no money loss.
At last i got into my bed for sleeping,
thankd God for one more beautiful day, for Moon and Sun shining.
Everything went righ and it was a great day,
wake me again tomorrow wid a smile on my face.......

"The Ugly Shape It Can Take"

Till last year I used to tell my mom that I wanna do my MBA from Australia. At that time I was told “Australia is no more safe for Indians.” And hence I had to drop my plan of spending two years in a beautiful country, to which the cutest person in this world, Brett Lee belong.
This year also I made a list of some happening cities and colleges, from where I would love to pursue my MBA. When I told my mom about the list, there was a similar reply for the topmost city in the list, “No, Mumbai is not safe for North Indians.” I was taken aback. Now I find it difficult to distinguish between the victims in Australia and Mumbai, both are Indians.
I wonder if every state or every metropolitan city gets into the similar take on so called “outsiders”, our Delhi would be empty soon.
The BJP has linked the Sena’s stance to article 370, which disallows non-Kashmiri Indians from buying immovable property in Kashmir. We all know it very well that how and what controversies Kashmir has been facing since always. And therefore there must be some unavoidable circumstances that would have forced Kashmir to be bounded by Article 370. Instead of getting one more city in the similar binding, putting efforts and finding solutions to what has already been put upon Kashmir would be better.
There is a joke, that:
An American visited India and went back to America
Where he met his Indian friend who asked him
How did u find my Country
The American said it is a great country
With solid ancient history
And immensely rich with natural resources.
The Indian friend then asked.
How did u find Indians??

Indians??
Who Indians??
I didn't find or met a single Indian there in India .

What nonsense??
Who else could u met in India then??
The American said..
In Kashmir , I met a Kashmiri
In Punjab , a Panjabi
In Bihar, Maharastra, Rajasthan, Bengal , Tamil Nadu, Kerala:
Bihari, Marathi, Marwadi, Bengali, Tamil, Malayali

Then I met
A Hindu,
A Muslim,
A Christian,
A Jain,
A Buddhist

And many, many, many more
But not a single Indian did I meet

Ironically this is somewhere the true state of our country. We all have been divided into Marathi, Tamil, Madrasi, Bihari and all. I wonder if it all went the same way, what lingo I would use for myself. My grandfather came from Lahore at the time of partition and got settled in Delhi, married my grandmother who was from Kanpur, my dad was born in Delhi, my mom is from Bihar, I was born in Delhi and I have been living in Ghaziabad i.e. UP since last 15 years. So in short I am slightly confused about which “state” I belong to. Usually I am very keen to knowing that the other person I am meeting is Punjabi, Guajarati, Haryanwi, Bihari or even Marathi, just because I enjoy listening to these languages and learning a few sentences or words and knowing a few things about those cultures. But now, the same question might be called a racial comment as well, you never know.
I respect the feelings of Mr. Raj Thackrey and respect those martyrs (whether Maharashtrian or from other state), who were involved in vanquishing terrorists during the 26/11 attack on Mumbai. I bet, if they were alive, they would have proudly told everyone that they gave their lives for India and not for some particular state.
I don’t understand how and why our government is taking no steps against this unreasonable movement that will soon divide our country into smaller and smaller parts. And in a country where “Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Isai” are treated as bhai-bhai, there will soon be divisions in the name of Bihari, Madrasi, Marathi, Asami and so on.
I guess the new compilation or version of the song “Miley sur mera tumhara” is a great motivation spirit in that direction.
Though I am usually against Congress, I mean I give vote to BJP, I appreciate the move of Mr. Rahul Gandhi in this regard. We need some more young leaders like him.
And I hope I won’t be forced to join some college in Delhi only.

"AMAN KI ASHA"

“Aman Ki Asha”, a beautiful project initiated by The Times of India group and The Jang group in Pakistan. This ad is so heart touching, just amazing. I am desperately waiting for its launch on television. (video at the bottom, do watch)

India and Pakistan have already fought four wars. And after the incidence of 26/11, we are almost in the state of war. I don’t say that we should forget all this and stop being cautious against the terrorist activities from that side. It’s impractical. But, let’s leave this all on government. I don’t know what Pakistan government is doing and how our government should respond and treat them. But I am quite sure that people, the common people on the other side of border have nothing in their hearts against us. Pakistan faces more terrorist attacks than us. Have you ever felt delighted on seeing the kids dying in the bomb blasts in Islamabad? The answer is off course no, then how can we expect people out there to celebrate the ignominy that killed many in Taj and Nariman House. It was certainly a shameful incident, but we need to sink it that every citizen in Pakistan is not a terrorist.
The ad portrays so many emotions in just 70 seconds. How effort fully the person on our side is trying to understand what that Pakistani person is trying to speak, the love of Pakistani’s for Indian movie, song and Shahrukh Khan, the distance between them that has separated them that they can’t even have a word of mouth and still the connection they have build through heart, the celebration that went among the Indians seeing Pakistani’s enjoying and getting what they wanted. What an incredible thought.

I believe past 60 years were enough to be spent in hatred and it is the right time to be friends. It’s so strange that we, common people, pay so much attention and respect towards a tourist from UK or US, who speaks the other language and we hate those who speaks the same language as ours. Even in our own country people speak different languages but still we hate “them” (The Pakistanis) because they are on the other side of border.

I dream of the day when people in India stand and speak for people out there when someone raise voice against Pakistan and similar happens in Pak. A connection of hearts is stronger than any other connection. I dream of the day when a terrorist surrenders himself saying that I can’t lay a bomb in India because some people out here are my son’s and daughter’s best friends and because I see my family in them. I know this dream is far from reality and the probability of it getting true is as much as the probability of my dream of getting married with Gautam Gambhir true, but we can at least dream and make a start. All we need is a collective effort and some great initiatives like “Aman Ki Asha”.

Waiting for the response of general public to this ad.