War is 'ON'

Government falls and government win elections on this affair.People of every stature finds it very difficult to put away from their plate even though the temptation is to 'ignore'.Politicians doggone,blame and counterplay about price inflation without showing a bit of disgust of self inability to stick to their core values. Height of ingonimy!!

This is not the land acquisition war of a magnate, nor the 2G telecom scam ,neither the politicians adored 'Kalmadi's' scam The war is on.On for 'ONIONS' and if people argue whether it is wise to invest in Gold or onions might not be actually pointless.

Let's talk about ardent truth.India is no.1 in test cricket team, ranks 2nd in global FDI , has already taken over America's telemarketing business, the world's fastest growing economy with GDP growth of 8.4, population of 1.15 billion governed by goofs and markedly ranks 134 in Human development Index. Crikey!!

This is about the common man (CM). Their is no big deal in taking itsy-bitsy affair at the priority list of improvement while this miniscule thing is nothing but a pain in the arse for common people. Why number goes rising every time i hold morning newspaper although bureaucrats and think tankers believe poverty will soon be history. It is ambit necessary to let everyone talk about the poor people and not about the poverty. The underprivileged are the ones who are conspired, betrayed , harassed and left merciless at the hands of handful of buggers.India holds the second highest arable land in the world and at the same instant holds the reputation of being one of the highest black marketers of agrarian items.

Well done. Sarcastically!

This is not about onions or the hydrocarbons but about the millions of people who dares to fight cold in the chilling winter nights and competing to drink pristine water.

For them life is a hard fought journey and everyday living disaster.May the grace be with them.

Is government running short of ideas to combat NOT the poverty but wretched people and comforting slain family members. Price control is a good idea but better things in research and development is desired. The surveillance of controlling the latent affair may be the challenge. Cribbing is the byproduct of democracy which will never vanish but a step of improvement will step bigger milestones for coming generations.

SAFAR

The lushful Green grounds, low and high terrain , shiny sky and another moment cloudy one, nothing being permanent, small huts at the sides with smokes coming out of chimney as the train rumbles over the rails to Delhi. The visual inspection takes over the verbal deliberation while moving from one station to other.
Aah!! The Indian Railway is great. Presumably, the best means of transportation in India connecting every dots in the campestral and it offered me a very amusing experience while travelling.
It was a huge rush after train was half an hour delay with 5 min. stopping time at the station.Anyhow i managed to occupy my berth. The first happenstance was with a ‘Railway employee’. I didn’t knew that earlier. For a moment i thought him to be someone travelling without ticket.
I asked him ‘Bhaiyya, kaun si Berth hai aapki’ ? very formal indeed..Need to be.
“ye side mera hai, 3 seat hai ” came the reply.
Befuddled.
I wasn’t sure. I asked him for his ticket as he was travelling alone. The three name showed on his ticket , I asked the reason for wasting money on extra two tickets.
He said ‘’ye Railway mere baap ki hai. Ye ticket Free hai. Railway employee hoon, mera kya jata hai”
I went ice frozen after hearing his glib statements. ‘Aam aadmi’ pray for waiting tickets to get confirm at the time of journey. Anyhow,

Indian Railway is awesome!!

I went on to my berth for rest and slipped to my dreams. The next morning was clear and fresh while my globe of eye felt the coldness of air. I could figure out a man of scrawny figure, faded moustaches, somewhat worn-out clothes with a twinkle in his eye staring at me. Incessantly!
“Hello , good Morning” I said.
“Nice to meet you” came the reply. “We never met and do i Know you ? “
“I am unsure about me but you know me very well”. He said. God damn! How in this earth i came to know him. By the way , is he crazy. I suspected.
Pardon! My memory is freaking out. It would be great if you honour me with your identity.
“Barrack Obama is on his way from US to meet me in Delhi”. WTF!!
Deadly Frozen!! I interpreted his mental state of sub consciousness and went on to brush my sparkling teeth.

Again.Indian Railway is awesome!!

Then came the ‘Banaras’ the religious centre in North India and I saluted the sacred river ‘Ganges’ as train strolled over the rail before stopping at Varanasi Station.One of the Berth at the side went vacant. Then appeared a bugger, He was medium built probably of my age, football shaped belly with well suited attire. He dropped his bag on the seat while cribbing “ Gender Imbalance in India is on the rise, kitni kam bandiyaan hai yahan?” He raised his eyebrows to look for someone. Thereafter he went numb and Frigid!
“ There is none” Finally he spoke something. The Indian Goverment should be proactive in handling such major social concerns.
I went on laughing on the floor.

This time” Indians are awesome”

The air of anonymity disappeared within few minutes as we exchanged our views on present social concerns within India, too serious to procrastinate on such an issue. The vastness of knowledge which he had was amazing, the flow was nevertheless flowing like a river. Remarkable!
After an hour of intellectual discussion i heard some altercation between two persons.
One was a feminine voice and another one was a male voice. I went on to next compartment. What was that? I could see a lady fighting to a man for a seat. According To her “The seat is reserved in her name but this man has occupied the seat and refusing to return the same”
“How can you do that? You don’t have any sense of humour?” Jesus!! What has sense of humour got to do with a person occupying someone else’s berth.
To add more embarrassment she continuously kept on repeating the same words.
SHEER GENIOUS!!
Now i knew the reason of the Female Brains developing at such a different pace. Poor soul!
We could do nothing but to call the TTE and finally matter was resolved. She took a deep breath after a continuous show of absurdity.
I returned to my seat and dozed off at the melody of ‘lemon Tree’ and ‘Pink Floyd’.
There were many instances of such an experience but these were ultimate classics in their way. I have started enjoying talking with people of extra flavour of humour.
Just for Fun!!
P.S: This article is not meant to offend anyone or so rather pun intended in the same.

Paradox

The world has grown so big with tall skyscrapers and buildings but thoughts are still narrow. Despite innumerable cars on roads and commodities available people actually own far less.

In Switzerland there were more guns and less crimes, in India there are less guns and more crimes.

Love is subjective, everybody wants to feel it but very few people are willing to commit.

we have invented mobile to bridge gap between relationships but actually relationships today is just a name of formality.

we have files containing degrees and we lack knowledge much than ever. we criticize Indian politics,corruption,violence even though we bribe colleges for kids admission.
Very important, we have been to moon but never cared to explore the next street.

we drive recklessly, smoke profusely, drink abundantly, eat fast food regularly , hangs out with friends energetically and do everything without bothering pros and cons but never enjoy to live enormously.

The market is flooded with clothes and apparels but yeah 'More is Less' is the trend now. people prefer less cover to move on.

we rely on others sacrificing ones inner faith, we are efficient but not at all effective. we think we can do everything but working out everything seems next to impossible.

we have done so many great things but failed to do better things at micro level.
World for us is a everyday battle ground soliciting actions at the impulsive streak of desire rather than macro goal.
In the end, everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die.

Grrrrrr..Gaon!

I love dating places as far as hill stations are concerned with utmost vigor and passion. This is human nature i guess where people enjoy company more when they don’t know about each other. The comfort zone as such is not there but the nature brings people together for good recreation. Boys and girls have their own vested interest in moving places and hangs out in groups to enjoy more of their surroundings and people. Recently i have been to places like Gangtok , Nainitaal and shimla which are the places for dump of frustration, rejunevation and lots of enjoyment . The thought of going to these places is simply mind ticking. It seems like a flaunting feminine creature is waving her hands at a distant and awe wannabe on the hilly mountains. I just love it!! KEWL

My denizen is in gurgaon presently coz of my work ..Damn it!! People those who have pre opinions about gurgaon must judge it on the basis of their own intellect. During my rotational training i had to go Manesar for seeing facility at that site where few other major automobiles like Honda and Hero Honda have their facility. It was just an another day with cool breeze touching the skyscrapers ,roads flooded with cars and sky covered with black patches , smelled like rain and it rained heavily. Anyhow i was on my way to Manesar and witnessed heavy traffic , a flood like situation.

My eyebrows went still after looking at this. This is in fact a common site for people residing in ‘Millenium City’ in every street. It took a hell lot of time for me to reach my destiny.
The surrounding places names are something unusual .For an instance ‘Dharuhera’ is adjacent to Gurgaon meaning place for wines and Drinks.

Another locality is ‘Kapashera’ which says the trading place of cottons.

Gurgaon itself has a “gaon” in it and means Guru Dronacharya’s Village. What a joke. Most of the local people here are illiterate and very well settled with the support of their ancestral property. Other than local junta are us, who have nothing to cherish except city Malls, crowded and flooded streets and few dreams and desires. The dream of seeing this place as India’s “New York” is good if it is just a dream or else RCA (root cause analysis) has to be done at minute level .

PS: This was my perspective and i know this is in consensus with most of the people. This was just an observation.
Again this video was taken with my mobile cam , so please bear with it otherwise close your browser and have a good sleep.
Chill!!

chaiyya chaiyya!!

Four Australian police sacked in connection with cracking joke on electrocution of an Indian boy. The Indian demography is changing and younger generations like us are no longer taking calculative risks. The Indian Gareeb junta mostly take risks at the call of heartbeat..Dhak-dhak. Its time for self realisation and self actualisation rather than reciprocating to someone. One common risk is travelling at the roof of Indian train without aware of any dire consequences. Aah..This is India. To be precise ‘Incredible India’. We always take the path less travelled and most of the times comes out with something out of world as of now. I too had a personal encounter with such an incident on the outskirt of Delhi.


OMG!! For a moment i thought that to be a movie casting but it was totally a newfangled experience for me. The reason for such an adventurous journey here is the lack of infrastructure primarily due to politics.

There are numerous other ways to go risky and if people think they will miss their destinations and so likely it will be. The other way can be kissing the acme of Mount Everest , scuba diving or blah blah..

PS: The video was taken with my mobile camera not worthy enough of clarity, so please bear with it or else close your browser and have a good sleep.

NOMAD

I am just an another nomad!!

The world is full of needs,
hue and cry of extraordinary deeds,
where life is an ocean,
and full of devotion.

The tainted, scattered and whimsical devour,
disrupted, petrubed and disdained to detour,
death is inevitable and time locked,
happiness, griefs and pains are at doorknock,

Rented soul has to fly,
time and again they need to cry,
flying birds requires no care,
not being a nomad is too rare.

Nomadic thoughts are waste and futile,
arresting them cannot be excercised,
The ships at the harbour,sun at the horizon or, the cuckoos at the willow,
all speaks of destiny and hitherto,
let the world share joy and care,
not being a nomad is too rare.

'Bewdy'

Sophocles once said”call no man happy till he dies” i am in a state of neutral, neither sad nor happy. I think i don’t know myself.I don't want to trample his thoughts.

I have just returned from a night out with my friends after seeing munni in ‘’dabangg’’. My head is swinging, seems gravity is oscillating between 0⁰ and 360⁰. My steps are heavy, i cannot walk but i dare to challenge usain bolt right now.I am lazy to move and i am not into a stupor and didn’t had a pint of wine. I hate drinking and dining but love enjoying in everything i do.

I am blank , the world is crazy for me. Money is waste, necessary enough to own basic amenities. A concoction of thoughts is bothering me. My ram is heavily loaded and data retrieval is hanged up. I am not a supercomputer neither a surrogate. I think i am the greatest gift of God to mankind and i feel guilty of it. I have a sense of superiority to all the geeks and nerds. Why am i not a geek? I am envy of them. I remember Bill gates saying “respect all the geeks because one day you might fall working to them”. The world is an everyday living disaster for me and its beautiful too. I love the Germantown, love the way geese flies in aerodynamic shape, yumthang valley of Sikkim, the serene leh and many others which will go out of words. The world sucks! The recency of sound is bothering me and i don’t give a damn.

I am hungry but i am not foolish. Go and screw yourself the honoured ‘Steve Jobs’. I will make it without being foolish. I am being too much concerned and all of sudden everything flies out in an air of insouciance.

I have stepped up to my room onto the 2^nd floor. Its 4:30 in the morning. I am dying to watch another episode of “Big Bang theory’’ with a small chunk of my mind asking to go on a drive to NH-8,the express highway from Delhi to Jaipur. I love driving and i hate traffic. I want to teach a lesson of politics to Ms. Mayawati, ban Pakistani team from playing cricket, sack the CWG organisers, and restore republican thought in people’s mind. I hate politics and corruption, I love India. My room, the surrounding wardrobe, its ambience, bed and everything looks banal. I want to dance and dance like ‘’sallu’’ in ‘Dabangg’.

I am in my sense. The genie within me is trying to come out of the lamp and i want to do wonder. I am wondering. I am sleeping!