The Hardroad Life

2010-12-21T09:15:00.000-08:00

Life in itself is a complete mystery.. and i guess no one will contradict this fact. Right from the time we start remembering things, we start asking whats, whys and hows for the life. But do we ever get answers?? I guess never.

The time we start understanding this world, we get more and more confused about it. With every step we take, some expectations rise. Now expectation is what i consider the enemy in disguise of a friend. Because when expectations break, people break.

Even i have experienced the same a lot many times in my life. And as human nature it is, i started searching for the answers of what went wrong. Despite all the efforts we put in, all the hardwork we do, besides the sacrifices we make, our expectations break.
But as i said that life is a mystery and the attraction towards a mystery only remains till the time it remains a mystery. And life for heaven's sake is one damn unsolvable mystery.
So despite working it out night and day, i couldn't get my answers. So i changed the course of action. Instead for seeking the answers, i started thinking about solutions. And yes, we human beings are good at it. And finally i was able to color some portion of the big picture on the canvas.
When we expect something, it may or may not be fulfilled. And in most of the cases, the latter part is prevalent. So there is a simple solution for this problem. STOP EXPECTING.
Now when you o that, your life will be changed in different ways
1. You will never break because there are no expectations to break.
2. You will start welcoming everything in your life which otherwise you would have refrained from.
You will never feel sad about the things happening in your life, because you would have never expected them "Not to happen". Boy you will be happy in every thing you get and everything you don't.

But the question is why instead of working your ass off you ont get the things that you have ever wanted?? for instance, a desired job, a desired college, a desired girl???
There are some people who work hard, day and night, to achieve what they seek. Some people get the ball to the goal, while others instead of all the hardwork are left with nothing.
On the other hand, we have those people who do nothing in life but still get everything they had ever wished for. When people of the former kind meet the people of latter kind, they get depressed. The are not able to understand that why instead of all the efforts they put in, they don't get what they want while the others who don't deserve get everything?

Well i guess this is the mystery behind the expectations. There is a word called "Destiny". And yes, its destiny my friend. People say that they can change their destiny, or they make their own destiny and bla bla, but do they really know what their destiny is?? What if what they have achieved was supposed to be their destiny??

All what happens in our lives is bound to happen no matter how hard you try. If any thing is written for you, no matter how hard you try running away from it, it will keep coming around you. And if there is any thing that u desire the most and work your ass off to get it, if it is not in your destiny, you will never get it.

Now who writes and decides our destiny?? well dude i m also searching for the same damn creature, and i have been hunting him for a long time now but with no results. But till the time i find out that creature, i have got Gods to blame. While seeking the answers for these questions i have realized a lot of things. That God in not actually what we think of him. He has played the biggest joke of the lifetime with us. And we blindly trust him and differentiate and kill in the name of religion.
Well i won't go deep into this. I will keep it for the next blog.

So if you are facing any of these situations, i hope this blog may help you.
In the end i would say just stop expecting and be happy. Welcome everything with open arms. Fight and never say die. Just cherish every moment you have got.

After all, God himself has said in Geeta "Karmanye wa Dhikaraste, Maa Fale Shu Kadhachana" (I dont know if i have spelled it right) meaning, just do your fuckin' job and stop worrying about the results.

Cheers till the next blog.. :P

Hay but atleast can somebody tell me what the hell are we dong on this earth?? i mean whats this life for and why we are alive?? Just to seek our destiny?? But for what?? :( :( :(

Heeeeeelllllllllllpppppppppppppppp!!!!!!!!!!!

The tale of two cities

2010-12-18T23:35:00.000-08:00

It always feels bad waking up early on Sundays. Especially if u are having a boring weekend, when u are just staying at home and doing nothing except watching some movies on the laptop. Finally i decided to wake up and gathered the courage to pick up the newspaper to take a look at it.
As usual, the paper was filled with the stories about Wikileaks, Rahul saying that Hindus are terrorists (Bla bla bla.. same old boring political vote bank game for the characterless congress) and some other news.
finally i came to a page, where there was a complete coverage for Delhi Vs other metro cities. Well i don't know if there are actually any other cities in India worth to be labelled as METROS.
For me there actually are only two metro cities in India, Delhi and Mumbai.
Delhi vs Mumbai has been a never ending debate for a long time now. Infact these debates u come across when you are in Maharashtra, Because in north, just don't give a damn.
well i was happy to see a complete page in Pune edition dedicated to compare Delhi with other cities. After all comparison is done always with the greater one. There were statements of people from Mumbai, Kolkatta, Chennai an North East. Mumbaikars were proclaiming Mumbai to be financial capital, safe for women and all. Kolkatta's babu mo shais wanted to prove kolkatta as culturally richer that Delhi an like wise.
The negative points the people were putting forth about Delhi were quite relevant. Delhi is not safe for women at all. Delhi is full of violence and yes it is.
I could see the jealousy and envy in the statements made by people. They were saying that Delhi is pampered because politicians live there and thats why the funding goes to Delhi.
One of the people from Mumbai had said that Mumbai is culturally more diverse than Delhi. This made me laugh. In Delhi there is cultural diversity as well as respect. U wont be treated as a marathi, south Inian, Gujrati in Delhi. If u live in Delhi, u are a Dilliwala, else non Dilliwala.
in Delhi, we don't have parties that try to force any culture on any one, unlike that in Mumbai, where parties like MNS an Shiv Sena try to force people to respect Marathi culture. Well i have been in Maharashtra for seven years now and i know that Marathi culture is not that bad that people need violence to force them on other people. After all people try to compel others to accept their ideologies when others don't like it and formers can't digest it. Is it, by any chance, a cosmopolitan culture??? with people getting beaten up by political parties for being non marathi, isn't that violence???
Mumbaikars complain that Delhi people are loud. And yes they are and so are other north Indians. We people like to live our lives to the fullest, talk to everyone, show our love loudly and to live the life we have been given, unlike the Mumbaikars who like to stay inside their homes which are smaller than the toilets of the flats in Delhi, lifeless, bored and dumb.
Mumbaikars also proclaim that life in Mumbai is really fast. Well yes, if staying in traffic for four hours is a fast life then it can be, who know, may be new definition of FAST is coming up.
There were comments in newspaper also about Delhi people being half politicians. And yes, in North politics is discussed with great concern and so in Delhi. Because we people do care for our country unlike most of the mumbaikars who don't kven know what the story of kashmir is, what had happene at the time of Khalistaani movement.
Ask a mumbaikar why is Ganesh mahotsav celebrated with such a joy in the state, the answer will be "I Don't Know".
Such is the plight of the people in Mumbai that they are neither jacks nor the masters of anything.
They also said that Delhi people are competent. Well i guess thats a good thing. Thats why we come, we see and we conquer.
Delhi has a lot of wrong sides also. It has crowds from all the parts of Indian so some sad creatures also live in Delhi. they make the place unsafe for women. People there cant talk without abusing each other. Typical north Indian disease. We have to use an abusive word as a helping verb in our sentences, but we control our sentences in front of elders or women. But in Delhi there in no control.
Being loud has its negative points also. They are more concerned about what is happening in neighbor's home instead of minding their own business. This is where Mumbaikars have an advantage. The place is much more safer for girls. Girls can go home in a cab alone at darkest hours of night unlike Delhi where even her bones won't be found if she dared to do the same back there.
But even after all these points, Delhi is a better place for education, culture, food, love (There is no shiv sena to bother you on valentine's day), religion, and over and above the feeling of being an Indian.
after all .. ye Delhi hai mere yaar.. if u happen to go there. enjoy the greenery, clean roads and Metro..

The stupid country

2010-05-18T09:06:00.000-07:00

ahem ahem... feels nice to start something in my blog again.. it is dark outside with 46 degrees... curtsy Global Warming.. but ultimately thanks to mankind for ruining this beautiful planet..

i m at home for holidays.. after a long back breaking semester in Symbiosis..
As one moves up to north from south.. or for that matter central India.. from a place like Pune.. one can see the drastic change in the perceptions and mindsets of people..
Pune is a hub of students. so if one keeps a weird style .. it is normal out there.. like i have kept beard like Hugh Jackman had kept as wolverine in X-MEN series.. not every one in Pune knows about Wolverine.. but yes people around me do know him...
so ya.. what i was saying is that life is quite easy wen one is away from home.. doing whatever shit one wants to do with ones hair, beard, clothes.. and a lot of people do understand the style statement out there..

i set my foot back home this Sunday.. and as soon as my relatives and friends here saw me.. everyone started to apply his/her knowledge as a result of which i have gained quite a few names in two days..

My parents say that i am looking like a GUNDA in this beard.. my mom says that there was a butcher back in kashmir and i m looking like him.. My friends were like " YE KYA KAR KE AAYA HAI.. YE WAHI ACHA LAGTA HAI.. YAHAN NAHI.. KATWA DE".. (what the crap have you done.. this looks got out there .. not in this state)..
and ya.. plus they compared me with VIRAPPAN... TRIPPLE H... and some Punjaabi singers... all my dreams of looking like WOLVARINE came crashing down...
a style liked by girls in Pune has become a mockery in Jammu...

i even heared some random uncle sayin as i passed by "YE LADKE BAHAR JAATE HAIN.. INKO HAWA LAG JAATI HAI AUR YE BIGAD JAATE HAIN..."... (these boys... they go out of the state and lose their character and morality)..
can you imagine .. if you are keeping Wolvarine beard in jammu.. it means you have lost your character.. as if you have become a hooker.. or worse...

not even that.. you may be accused of the same if you do any of the following:-
1. keeping long hair
2. Any kind of hair style that may look trendy to you
3. wearing trendy clothes (u might find them trendy but you are losing your character
by wearing them)
4. shaving your hair
5. piercing
6. tattoos
7. any style on your beard
In this country more than you family.. outsiders are concerned about what you have done.. keeping an eye on what you wear.. what you have done with youer hair.. for that matter beard also...

we call it a free country.. but we dont even have rights to do with our body whatever we like... for GOD'S sake its my body.. atleast leave it alone...
moral policing on bodies .. cmon man... even after 24 years of age one can not do what one wants.. didn't the constitution say that above 18 years are adults??

why do people want to look civilized?? why wearing this facade of civilization when actually human beings ain't even close to it?? we fight on small nonsense issues like religion, state.. animals do the same.. the piss on the area to disclose their boundaries and try to kill any other animal entering that region.. so how are we different...
atleast animals don't bother how the others look. atleast they enjoy that much freedom.. ain't they better than us??? more civilized??

to finish this out burst of anger i would like to say..

They say i dont look civilized
so i cut my hair..
but let me tell you one thing..
baby i am still not there.

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German Bakery

2010-02-14T22:24:00.001-08:00

Well here I am again with another post. Its again my boring finance lecture and i m least interested.

This time i don't have to think what i have to write, because i know why i have opened my blog again. This post of mine is dedicated to my favorite hang out place.. yes as my title says... German Bakery.

I stay at Koregaon Park in the G Lane, which is quite close to German Bakery. German Bakery is opposite to lane no.1. Koregaon Park is a hub of foreign nationals which include Americans, Australians, Iranis, Jews, Chinese, Japanese, Spanish, Taiwanise and many more and more over most of the filthy rich people have their bungalows in lane no.2.
The main reason for the huge crowd of foreign nationals in that is that the very area has an Osho ashram, which is in lane no.1
You can see people coming in and out of the ashram dressed in beautiful maroon or white robes. A lot of beautiful women catch our eves while crossing the ashram.

Now German Bakery has "The O hotel" on its left and a wine shop and Cafe coffee day on its right, adding to the beauty of the place as well as the capacity of crowd. At some distance on the same side of road are some pubs, Arabian Nights where you can find smoking materials and gadgets, some shops and a petrol pump. On the opposite side, there is "Mochas" and another petrol pump.

The bakery was our best chill out zone. We used to go there almost every day in the evening. I liked to have the cheese omelet, the apple pie or a lassi. The counter had a variety of items on display and all of them were mouth watering. I don't even know the names of most of the things in the bakery.

The Bakery was of an inverted L shape and it had a lot of wooden tables, benches and stools. Inside the bakery, at the end, there was a Tibetan shop, some ladies used to sit there and sell beautiful Indian and Tibetan ornaments and accessories. Opposite to that shop was a cyber cafe, and another general store. On the first floor was a tattoo shop. and finally, the parking at the extreme end.

The Bakery had three gates to enter and exit. One from the front, one on the right, and one from parking. The bakery used to be overcrowded with people most of the times, mainly in the evenings, most of them being foreign nationals and Oshoites. The Bakery was famous for its cookies, but above that it was famous for its "Couple making" frequency. I mean, a lot of couples were formed in German Bakery, almost every day.
The feeling that one usually used to get while entering the bakery was unexplainable. With all the beautiful people sitting there, chatting without any bounds, without any discrimination, enjoying the food of the Bakery.

The owner always had a smile on his face and the service was extremely good. People used to sit in the Bakery for hours just to pass their leisure time, and nobody even bothered.
Even some boys used to come to the Bakery to check out beautiful girls. It was heaven for lovers as well. The bakery had a lot of paintings and pictures of various gods on display. There were a lot of advertisement posters regarding dancing classes, card readers, etc.
The entire atmosphere and ambience of the bakery used to be something different. You could hear people talking in different languages like Spanish, Portuguese, Marathi, Hindi, English, Persian and many more.

There were some faces one could find in the bakery every time. One, an old man with a long beard and grey hair, with his spectacles on and a newspaper in his hand, wearing his maroon robe, confirming him as an Oshoite. Another Oshoite with a "Jooda" over his head, dark and tall. He is famous among the women in Osho ashram as that could be seen by the chicks coming and sitting with him all the time. Another person is my room mate's brother.

It was Saturday, 13th feb. 2010. 6:45 pm. I was in my college attending the award ceremony of a recently held event. Obviously i was least bothered about that shitty event, all i cared about was my prize that I’d won in documentary making along with my two friends, one being my room mate and other my girl friend. After the function, me and my girlfriend went out to have a fag, it was then when one of our friends informed us that there was a blast in German Bakery, but it was a cylinder blast. So we took it lightly. We headed towards our home and my roommate decided to stay and watch the "Counter Strike" match in college. When we reached close to Koregaon Park, there was a huge traffic jam, the roads were blocked and the ambulances were rushing from the Bakery towards the hospitals. That was when I felt that it was not just a cylinder blast. We had to take another route to enter Koregaon Park. The entire area had been quarantined. The picture was completely different. We decided to go to the bakery, but my bike has Jammu and Kashmir registration number and I thought it might prove bad for me to go to the spot. So me and my girlfriend, we parked the bike near the Osho ashram and took a walk towards the bakery. Until then, I had answered more than 20 calls of my friends and relatives, every one of them enquiring of our well being. When we reached the spot, there was already a huge throng at about 20 to 30 meters, police men, fire brigade, and the entire area blocked.
All we could see was darkness. It was so melancholic and there was a lot of glum in the atmosphere. I had never seen that area so quite and dark, with no people, with no beauty. The flesh of people was all over on the road. The Bakery was extensively damaged and so had the wine shop and "CCD". We talked to some people who carried the victims to hospital, they told us that they have seen atleast 14 dead bodies. 56 people were injured. Then it was confirmed that it was a bomb blast by the same psycho people who don’t want to see the world at peace. The same bloody terrorists. They successfully had struck India again, in another, so called safest city of India, slapping and spitting on the Indian intelligence agencies. There is a Jewish temple opposite to the bakery. Immediately there was a lot of security surrounding the building and even the Ashram.

We reached back home and watched the news on TV, by that time my other room mate reached home. All that night we could feel the sadness in our hearts and the sadness in the atmosphere. All the foreigners are terrified these days and so are the people
Next day, Sunday, the Valentine's day, we woke up. We were hungry and wanted to have a good breakfast. We were planning to go somewhere to eat, and it just came out of my mouth... "LETS GO TO GERMAN BAKERY TO HAVE BREAKFAST"... then soon we realized that it was no more.
The only happiness we got was when we saw the owner on TV. He was safe. I don't know how many familiar faces I won't be able to see again. And I thank my luck that I went for that prize distribution ceremony or else definitely we would have been in the Bakery as it was Saturday night. Another room mate of mine had to work as a correspondent for some Bengali news channel. Even today the area is blocked and all the shops shut. Valentine's day was not celebrated with that pomp and show as it was supposed in Koregaon Park.
We all hope that the bakery reopens soon as well as the entire area, so that the place comes alive again. We all want to go to the bakery again and show those blood mongers that we ain't afraid of them and that we wont be subdued by them.

Dedicated to all those who died for no reason at German Bakery.. and all those who were injured.. And none of them knew what was coming. And finally to German Bakery. Our German Bakery

Who Wants India????

2010-01-19T21:19:00.000-08:00

What comes in your mind when you hear the word motherland?? For a Kashmiri its Kashmir, for a Bengali its Bengal, for a Maharashtrian its Maharashtra and etc. how many people get the feeling of India as motherland when they come across the term motherland??? Assamese want Bodoland, Kashmiri muslims want independence, MNS wants north Indians out from Maharashtra. There was a time in 80s when Sikhs wanted Khalistan or may be some of them still want.

How many people in this so called Indian union actually want India?? In my personal experience, i have seen very few. Yes the feeling of being Indian is very profound when there is a cricket match or a terrorist attack.. but soon the flame is off.. like a candle in the wind.. and the same stereotype hatred engulfs our heart and mind .. the regional discrimination , the linguist discrimination, the color discrimination.

Leave aside the regional discrimination, there is religious discrimination, caste discrimination and so on.

One may argue that discrimination is in every part of this world, yes agreed. In western world there is discrimination between the whites and the blacks, the Asians , Americans and Europeans. But the fact of the matter is that they want their country. Americans want America. they don't hate each other regionally as much as we do.

The roots of hatred are deep in our hearts. We Indians can only fight with our people. and when outsiders attacked us, we have a history of losing. Like Britishers ruled us for 200 years, the Mughals, Afgans, came and conquered. But still we learned nothing from history. we are same old Indians with a vast cultural divide and still most of our population is orthodox and closed for most other cultures.

MNS can attack unarmed poor people in huge mobs but when terrorists attacked Mumbai, none of them was there to protect "Marathi Manoos" but we don't see that.

what is hard to believe is that in spite of being well educated, we still fall in the clutches of these politicians. what a sorry this is.

The Icon like Sachin Tendulkar was harrased by Bal Thackarey for calling himself an Indian. This is the biggest disgrace that ever can happen to a country.

We say we are peace loving people.. but sorry to say we are not. We have forgotten the "Ghandhigiri" and we have chosen "Lathigiri'. There is a new way to make your opinion to be accepted by others.. just get together a crowd of highly unqualified, uneducated and highly illiterate, people (that you will find in abundance in India), give them the job, the job of hooliganism (that obviously they are proud of ) and beat the crap out of the "Aam Aadmi" and soon the "Aam Aadmi" will be not "Aadmi" any more, he will be "Aam" that every body wants to get and eat out. People will be afraid of you, and you will win in the next election, and you will some day rule the state or for that matter even India.

and obviously people like these don't care about India. SO the question again rises.. WHO THE HELL WANTS INDIA???