Saturday, 4 October 2014

How are you?

Small things give us pleasure and getting a weekend of complete four days is definitely not a small thing. After months of tiring, staggering, and over timing weekdays, it feels even better than the Diwali bonus to have an extended weekend. Mind begins to plan a number of things. Sleeping like a devil tops the list followed by shopping, watching movies, reading novels, eating, partying with friends, etc. It wants to have every single cup of cake. We want to enjoy as if these are our lives’ final four days. And what if in these happy holidays, a good old friend of yours calls you?  Feels like Diwali bonus in addition to the extended weekend!
                             
But what if you do not get to execute any of the plans you had planned? And what if you end up looking at your phone pleading it to ring at least once? At least one of your friends should call you up! There should be someone who misses you! But, sadly, people remember others only when they are sad. Who has time otherwise? You say NO ONE. I say EVERYONE.

You do not have to take out your complete one day or one hour to remember your friend. You do not have to leave your work to visit him/her! One phone call or one text message can do wonders. It wouldn’t cost millions. But people might argue that texting is not equivalent to talking. Correct? Wrong! It is all a matter of priorities. See, it has been just ten to fifteen years in India since mobile phones took over letter writing. Before that, letters used to be the most prominent medium of communication. People used to wait for letters from their near and dear ones eagerly. Postmen were treated as Gods. People would write as if they were talking to their loved ones in personal. Family, friends and relatives were their priorities. And every word of the letter had an emotion associated with it. But it was a slow means of communication. However, today we have access to far better and plenty of lightening fast means of communication. They allow us to connect to each other anytime, anywhere, anyplace. But our priorities have changed. We would rather sit in front of the television and watch ‘Comedy nights with Kapil’ than ask our friend ‘how are you?’ We have become selfish and our lives self centered.

Let me ask you one thing. Later in your lives when you turn old and bones become weak, what satisfaction will your successful professional life bring if you will not have anyone to share the joy with? You can pick up books to keep yourself busy. But books do not talk! They do not have emotions. They are abstract. You can paint pictures but paint brushes cannot bring colors to your black and white life. You can adopt a pet but it will not speak your language. You can socialize on social networking sites but that is all virtual existence.

Friends, man is, by default, a social animal. He requires someone to love him, care for him, and a person who is very special to him. Professional life earns you success while personal life brings you joy and happiness. So let us all call our friends to share that happiness. Let us ask them ‘What’s up?’




Wednesday, 1 January 2014

New year’s wish list


As the governments get ready for a grandeur adieu to the year 2013,
And a ravishing welcome to the chilling 2014
I blot my yellow parchment paper to disclose enlisting of my ambitious wish list.

Scarlet sky above and twinkling stars in the sea,
Misty fog enveloping the desolate streets of Delhi.

The stage is all set velvet curtains wrapping the side,
Booming music to be played and glasses hold wine wide.

The intoxicating wind driving me engrossed and complete with delirious queer,
The points begin to dot themselves through my pen and long paper.

Embarking upon the first may I try to unravel,
My desire to own a wand and be the mistress of this gravel.

Wish to fill colors in the canvass of splendid mother nature,
Second is the desire to beautify all its lush green  valleys and lusting curvature.

Thoughts fly amidst birds pleading plants not to protest,
May sparrows have umpteen branches to cement their nest.

May blue be the waters and sand be on the crest,
Third for the fishes to have a graceful swim and take a deep rest.

A hope to spread happiness: loads and loads of tonnes,
Fourth for us may we always be humans.

In the dwellings of millions may world economy thunder,
A will to employ every mind and halt loss due to hunger.

Sixth scrambling on the roll is for the wars to be formidable,
May google check in a gadget to make people more amiable.

Seventh on the parol is a patrol on crime,
May Einstein be reincarnated to win mighty time.

Dagger upon people, may they own what they prudently deserve,
Heaven bless them with intelligence’s golden reserve.

The ending wish is may all these listings be fulfilled,
May electric be the moment my wishes are distilled!



Wednesday, 18 December 2013

Making friends feel special


You are strong enough
But face an accident very tough,
Your friend consoles you even on your cough
But you insult him by a reply very rough
‘I will manage, I am hard enough!’

You may be good and very knowledgeable,
Though a failure makes you extremely unstable,
Your friend comes and tries to enable,
Your morale and understands like an understandable,
But you hurt him again and say, ‘I will manage, I am capable!’

You may be brave and owned with dare,
But still feel lonely and always in despair,
Your friend comes and showers upon all the care,
You leave no opportunity to hurt him and say,
‘I will manage, hard times have taught me how to fair!’

Instead of ‘I will manage’ why don’t we say
‘I will manage with my friends on my bay’
Though we will solve our issues on our own,
Yet your presence will make it a complete different play
And your absence might take us to a totally alien way
It is only togetherness which allows beautiful memories to stay!




Sunday, 8 December 2013

Bunny’s eight hours without mom


                Bunny: Mom! Where is my laptop?
                Mom:   It’s on the table!
                Bunny: Where? I can’t see it.
                Mom:   See here it is! You already have four eyes. Do you need more?

                Mom:   Honey! when did you last organize your room and wardrobe?
                Bunny: Umm… I think just two-three days ago. December 5, 2013.
                Mom:   Checkout your room cleaning video on youtube. Verify the date. 
                            It is December 5, 2011.
                Bunny:  But mom! It is already neat and tidy!
                Mom:    No TV and facebook from now onwards!
                Bunny:  Room will be cleaned in one hour mom. J
               
                After one hour-
                Bunny:  Mom! It’s done. You may enter.
                Mom:    Good. I am going to my aunt’s place and will be back in eight hours. 
                            Will you manage?
                Bunny:  (Confidently). Of course mom! I am 15 now! Will definitely manage.

                After two hours of mom leaving-
                Bunny:  Hello mom! It’s me! Do you remember where my blue Jeans are?
                Mom:    You organized your wardrobe just now. Right?
                Bunny:   I know but I can’t find them anywhere here. L
                Mom:    Second cabinet, fifth row from the left, second from top.
                Bunny:  Got it mom!



                After three hours thirty minutes-
                Bunny:   Hello mom! It’s me again! I have already eaten all what you had made.
                Mom:    All?
                Bunny:  Yeah that’s right mom. Four chapattis, rice and daal.
                Mom:    I have soaked some rajma in water.
                            Just add two cups of water in the cooker and boil them till it whistles thrice. 
                            Rest is there in the recipe book.
                Bunny:  Alright mom! Love you.


                After five hours:
                Bunny:  What’s up mom!
                Mom:    Yes honey!
                Bunny:   (Happily) Um…Mom I managed to find the pressure cooker.
                Mom:    That’s good.
                Bunny:   But I am kinda stuck somewhere.
                Mom:    What’s the issue?
               Bunny:    As told by you, I added two cups of water in the rajma and 
                             placed the cooker for boiling.
                   It has been 90 minutes and no whistle in the cooker yet.
                Mom:    Did you cover the cooker with a lid?
                Bunny:  Why? You did not mention this in the procedure!


                After six hours:
                Bunny:   Sorry mom, I am disturbing you.
                Mom:     No. Tell what happened?
                Bunny:   Um… Tomorrow is my physics test. Electro-magnetic induction. Chapter 10.
                Mom:     Okay. All set?
                Bunny:   Yeah. Almost. Just one issue.
                Mom:     What’s that?
                Bunny:   Just found out I have lost my physics book volume 2. 
                              Will have to miss the class.
                Mom:     Chapter 10 is in volume 1 and it is in first cabinet, third column, 
                             fourth from bottom.
                Bunny:   Really? L
                Mom:     Check it out.


                After seven hours:
                Bunny:  Hey mom! Missing you J.
                Mom:    Come to the point.
                Bunny:  Can I go for hangout with my friends?
                Mom:    Are you over with chapter 10?
                Bunny:  Catch you later mom.

                After eight hours:
                Bunny:   Hey mom! Done with chapter 10. Can I go now?
                             Wait! Someone is on the door.
                Bunny opens the door.
                Bunny:   Hi mom!
                Mom:     Hi! All okay?
                Bunny:   Yup.
                Mom:     I’ll get a glass of water.
                Bunny:   Mom! I am done with chapter 10. Can I go now?
                Mom:     I find some rajma stains everywhere in the kitchen.
                             Please help me clean them.
                Bunny:   But mom!
                Mom:     No chats with girlfriend from now onwards.
                Bunny:   (Angrily). Alright. Where is the cleaning cloth?
                Mom:     You are wearing it as your T-shirt.

                

Friday, 29 November 2013

You are next!

What strikes you first after reading this title ‘You are next’? Is it a ration card line? Is it an interview room? Or are you thinking about a hospital queue? Okay here I clarify that no I am not in a hospital waiting for the nurse to call out my name and say ‘You are next’. I am not standing in front of Physics lab waiting for Mrs. Ganguly to shout my name for the viva and say ‘You are next’. Nor am I waiting for the interviewer to speak out my good name and say ‘You are next’. Not any amongst these. Then what does this phrase imply? Well it implies that you are the one next for marriage! Seriously!

The other day I met my friend, 3 years older to me, on my way to office. I knew her as a lively, energetic, and a passionate girl who became my friend in college. But to my surprise, the only visible shade of color which I could decode from her face at that time was of nervousness, confusion. As a reply to my curiosity, she then put forward an explanation which compelled me to pick up a pen and paper and write this article. She had recently been to her cousin’s wedding and now was the only unmarried woman left in the complete Khanna dynasty. Knowing this fact, every single person of Khanna clan had cast a remark ‘You are next’ which had left her completely restless.  

Since times immemorial (may be!), identifying remaining unmarried girls and boys in the clan is one amongst the thousands of rituals of wedding ceremony taken hold over by innumerable aunts and uncles. These uncles and aunts (in particular) might forget to take their daily Blood-Pressure pills; might forget the way to their homes; might not remember who wore what BUT once identified, they will forget you only after you tie the knot. And if it is not an arranged one, they won’t leave you forever.

Looking at my friend, it is certain that dealing with the family pressure of getting married is a million times more difficult than the work pressure of achieving your targets. First, in most of the cases, you have to decide a person in one or two meetings only. It seems as if you are there to bargain something in the whole-sale market. We want you to spend some 20-25 Lac. Girl should be working but earn lesser than the boy. She should be ready to leave her job, and sacrifice her career anytime after marriage. And if she demands to continue working she should not expect any support for any sort of work from anyone. She will not be able to share her salary with her parents. She should have all the qualities of a good Indian wife even if the boy is a dumb ass. And if you are not for arranged one, then May god be with you! The first step itself is the most difficult one. And once you ‘book’ your life-partner, you will start arranging for money to have a lavish big fat Indian wedding. That money will be put to a major waste and will cost your parents a loan of lifetime. Why not have a simple temple wedding and invest that lavishly wasted money instead to buy a property for yourself or something useful? And if something goes wrong with the decision at first step, your life will become a living hell. You will be left alone singing sad Bollywood songs. Total loss: negation of happiness, wastage of hard-earned money, bereft of solace, and a sad tale to be told for the lifetime.

See the repercussions! But, like every problem, there is a solution to my friend’s tension too. Two factors, wisdom and family support, are of utmost importance in making the most important decision of your life. With love, affection, support and wisdom of family, an enthusiastic girl might not ruin her present in needless worries; decisions taken might not prove disastrous. Marriage as an institution might establish firmly. And above all, life will have its meaning.