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NEW DELHI,INDIA

After the rocking performance of Nasha..Ye.. Pyar.. Ka..Nasha He..and Pehla..Nasha..Pehla. Pyar..He. What next?


Amit Paul has many feathers on his cap. Of his awesome, brilliant, blitzkrieg performance he has awestruck, enthralled not only Judges but also his fans. He has catapulted the whole game by his astounding presentation at first by Nasha.. Ye Pyar.. Ka Nasha He...and later by Pehla..Nasha..Pehla. Pyar..He…

Being a music aficionado of his song, and of his choice. I got bit preoccupied and concerned about what would be his next song choice. Really am serious, on which song he would be lending his voice. I am eagerly waiting for Friday when the Indian Idol contestants would be performing. I cannot wait for long.

So, I ran my imagination to find out, unravel which song he would be choosing. Here are some guesses. I think he would be picking up. In this approximate game of mathematics, probability and correlation, and permutation and combination, I took help of Google, all-knowing device.

In Yahoo, I found a question - "What Is Your Favorite Hindi Song? What Are The Top Songs Of Bollywood? Readers choose their favorite."

And the Best Answer, chosen by voters were

1.Lag Ja Gale Se(Woh Kaun Thi)
2.Tujshe Naaraz Nahi Jindgi(Masoom)
3.Tumse Milke Aisa Laga(Parinda)
4.Baahon Ke Darmiya(Khamoshi)
5.Suraj Hua Madham(K3g)
6.Hum Bewafa(Shalimar)
7.Pehla Nasha(Jo Jita Wohi Sikander)
8.Dil Hai Ki Manta Nahi(Dil Hai Ki Manta Nahi)
9.O Meri Jaan(Life In A Metro)
10.Man Ki Lagan(Ppa)

Now it was the turn to check the songs popularity in the world of Internet. The graph of the three of the factors showed like this. Click So, if he follows this pattern of choosing his song, than he would be picking up the song Hum Bewafa from the movie Shalimar. And we all would be listening this song.

It may happen that since Udit Narayan had originally sung all his past two songs, he may wish to continue it. But given four singers Udit Narayan, Shaan, Abhijeet and Sonu Nigam. Click to see the graph. The statistics shows the next song would be from the song sung by Sonu Nigam followed by Shaan.

Again choosing randomly three of the very popular and are very romantic songs. Of the fact that romantic song Amit Paul sings well. I took a sample of three melodious songs: Nazar ke samne jigar ke pas from the movie Ashiqui, Dil.. he.. ki.. manta..nahin from movie Dil He Ki Manta Nahin, Baahon.. ke.. darmiya.. from the movie Khamoshi. I would suggest he picks up the song from Ashiqui. It would indeed be a death-blowing attack on other contestants.

I would like to see Amit Paul choose these songs that I have suggested. These songs mentioned are not only romantic, but have been the greatest hits of their time, haivng a strong affinity in the public.

At last if every guess fails about what song Amit Paul would be picking. There is no options left except waiting for Friday when he will open the pandora box.

What's his name?...Who sang the song Ya..Ali..?...Is what he himself and his fan wouldn't like to hear?

NEW DELHI,INDIA

Though his song is very popular amongst youngster, he is not popular as his song is. Why not? He is not the poster boy of those television shows where famed and one-song wonder singer shares seats as judges. He doesn’t appear in dozens of bollywood-based programmes. He doesn’t appear in the ‘Coffee with Karan’, a programme anchored by Karan Jahor in Star One. Very important! And he doesn’t have “CONTROVERSIES” that would surely place him in the Page 3. He is just like you and me, miles away from the limelight, busy in our own world.

He is the most sensational, and the most revered iconic figure of Assamese film industry. His name and his songs doesn’t need introduction. Well, it is not for which he is recognized beyond Assam and of course in the northeastern part of India. It is his songs sung by him that put up musical charts on fire, for which he is acknowledged.

When did you last time hear the song Yaaa…Ali ..from the movie Gansgstar? OK! You can’t remember. Of course it is not possible from everybody’s part to remember when did he/ she hear any particular song. Same here. I also can’t remember when did I last time hear the song Ya…Ali? But I remember an incident associated with this song, which you will find ‘very funny’!

This incident happened months ago back. It was early in the morning I boarded a bus from Cannaught Place to go to Laxmi Nagar. I placed myself on a seat just beside the driver. And as soon as my lower part of my body touched the seat the song Ya…Ali took off from the Delhi’s ubiquitous radio. The driver got so much mesmerized by this song, it seems the song has been able to express him much better.

At first, he started crooning the song, finding nowhere to the song. He stopped singing the song and shared with me the secret that I did not know. And the song Ya…Ali was sung by none other than a Dubai based singer!!!! I got flabbergasted with his knowledge – General Knowledge (GK).

I didn’t tell him that the singing maestro “Zubeen Garg” sang the song. No doubt, Ya …Ali …gave him the necessary impetus to hover over in the musical arena at the national level. But being his fan, I find he is not cashing in with the status at presently he is bestowed upon.

I really feel sorry for him. He is not utilizing from the vantage point he is in. And I have point to say.

You open any television channel, you will find singers, lyricists, and music directors etc...seating and judging contestants. Don’t you think their appearance makes them household names and the same time the ‘camera coverage’ they do enjoy, which I think and it is the truth, their appearance gives them the oxygen that is required to their professional success?

There are many singers; actors and actresses, to name a few who have sailed through their troubled time, thanks to high penetration power of small tube – they have anchored their ship firmly. Ask Sonu Nigam of Sa Re Ga Ma, Shaan of Sa Re Ga Ma Pa; Rakhi Sawant, Ravi Kishan, Carol Gracious, Aryan Ved of Big Boss; and not to forget Big Brother winner Shilpa Shetty, how there are professional life was brought to track. They will not deny the role the programmes played in their life.

Few days’ back I got astounded and it virtually made me to bite my nails when I saw Babool Supriyo of Kaho Na Pyar He in MTV Ishq Deewane, a programme based on the love affairs of celebrity spouses.

Let me remind, Zubeen lend his voice “Jane Kya Hoga Rama Rey Jane Kya Hoga Mola Rey” in the movie Kaantein. He also sang “ Jane Kya Chahe Man Bawra….” from Pyaar Ke Side Effect movie.

I would request him to work on his media PR. If possible employ a good secretary, a media savvy secretary in his pay roll, before he dies from the audience of small tube. He must understand he cannot remain to this medium. Even if he thinks the medium doesn’t play any role in ones professional career. The superstar of Bollywood, the badshah of hindi film industry, Shah Rukh Khan is the best example who made his life from television.

That’s all….

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My Reminisces

NEW DELHI,INDIA


I am writing this post after hearing Amit Paul's song Pehla Nasha...I went down the memory lane.

In the Bollywood industry of music churning songs, there can be no song as sweet as pehlaaaa… nashaaaa…pehla khumar…, naya pyar he naya intezaaarrrrrr from the movie Jo Jeeta Wahi Sinkander Sikanader strumming the ‘love ’ hearts of young boys and girls. Yes, there is no song as melodic, as touching as pehala.. nasha….pehla ..pyar.. he..

The song has the same nasha of opium - once smitten, you get addicted to it. The song right from its lyrics, to choreography, to presentation is marvelous, superb. I cannot stop praising the song, the story plot, and the characterization of the actors of the movie.

The song pehala.. nasha….pehla ..pyar.. he.. has acquired a special space in my heart and in my consciousness. It has been able to make an indelible mark in my life. I find the song carry the same freshness when it was released in 1992. Still it evokes the same feelings of love in me. It oozes out the days of youthfulness of my teenage days, and the days of peep into the girl’s domain. It makes me feel and smell the days when air of love was sweeping, swirling all around in the environment.

The film beautifully depicts my masti and nasha days what we five friends were religiously following and involved in school. At the time of release of the movie I was in Kashmir and I still remember we friends - with a Walkman tuned to this song - lie on the layer of the newly fallen snow in one corner of the playground and our five heads looking at the sky. All mesmerized by the deadly mixture of the song and the Kashmir’s fiza had created. Not to forget the age we were passing and the chemistry of first, second,…crush.

It was the winter season of Kashmir, and we all five friends (the strength of our class) dressed in black leather jacket and sunglasses, only to save us from the bone-chilling winter breeze, got infected from this song. Aahhhh! Going very personal. I love to store my beautiful personal days only to me. Sorry!!! I went down the memory lane.

I can’t imagine the same song casts the same affect that it used to 15 years ago on me.

I was on top of the world...and this song very well describes it.

I would say - every one who has been in love...this is a song!! pehlaaaa… nashaaaa…pehla khumar…, naya pyar he naya intezaaarrrrrr…

About this song and the movie, I don’t have words to praise all those people who have worked behind the camera and in front of the camera, in making this millennium movie.

My inquisitive about this movie have made me to jot down all those people who worked in the movie and to mention some trivial facts.

Jo Jeeta Wahi Sikander

Directed by Mansoor Khan
Produced by Nasir Hussain
Written by Mansoor Khan
Starring:
Aamir Khan (its me)
Pooja Bedi (for which my heart beats momentarily)
Ayesha Jhulka (for which my heart beat always)
Deepak Tijori (I hate him most)
Music by Jatin Lalit (who prompted me to fall in love)

Trivial facts:

It was this movie that catapulted Jatin-Lalit to success. This movie was their second movie together.

The song Pehla Nasha was the first song choreographed by Farah Khan.

Girija, Geethanjali fame, directed by Maniratnam was signed on to be in Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikander and also shot most of the movie when the director felt she was too stunted as an actress and replaced with Ayesha Jhulka and reshot. If you observe closely, there is one song in the movie with Girija dancing with Amir and the rest.

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NEW DELHI,INDIA

A contestant of the Indian Idol III, Amit Paul from Shillong has been shocking this show by his consistent best performance in the gala rounds. I completely got mesmerized the way Amit Paul sang. The judges and the whole nation got speechless after seeing his performance.
Amit’s most rocking and fantastic performance in the last gala round – nasha yeh pyaar ka nasha hein from the movie Mann, Alisha commented on his performance by only one word – bombastic. Her praise was visible on her face.

The darling of audience, Javed Akhtar was lost in his word how to express his feeling despite being a person who played with words. He wished at his age he could have the same voice as of Amit.

Ever since the Indian Idol went on air there have not been such performances by any contestants. And I mean it. He infused life to the song. He was absolutely flawless. He casts a magical effect on the whole nation.

I found in the case of Amit Paul’s performance, the comment passing judges didn’t pass comments but I found they got revered and paid obeisance to him; an ultimate honour that could be given to anybody. They leaved from their seat and came beside him.

I remember I was not watching the programme but my ears were tuned to it. But when he started his song, my head automatically turned at the angle of 90 degree from my laptop and get stuck to his singing.

The hang over remain with me for many days, and today in Sunday I saw repeat telecast of his song. I went berserk and sat to write about him.

At the time when each and every channel are running music talent programme in different names and are cluttered it is very tough to choose and pick what to watch and it has become very tough job.
What do you think about Amit Paul, will he win the race and become the next idol? Other contestants are also good but their performances are not spelling magic like Amit Paul

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Love knows no law

NEW DELHI,INDIA


It was like another morning for me. Two newspapers bundled with a rubber band were thrown into the 2nd floor of my building and it fell near to my window. As usual to catch my cab I hurriedly picked up the newspaper and ran towards my pick-up destination. Before I leave, I checked whether I am carrying my purse, mobile and the official ID. I found everything was in its proper place.

And after waiting for few minutes I got a miss call. I didn’t care to see who has remembered me and has given me a miss call. In my figment of my imagination I was not expecting something is waiting for me, which will catch my eyes and will make me write on that incident.

The cab arrived and I took my front seat, and with no time we were driving towards the destination. I was not concerned which road the cab had taken and what is the status of traffic. Whenever I looked outside the imposing big buildings of Delhi were visible. I remember the cab had taken roads from the market to citadel of power of the whole India.

I unbundled the newspapers and started reading it. I gave a cursory glance to the first page, 2nd page and got involved flipping the pages after reading minutely the headlines and one or two paragraphs.

The first page of the July 20, 2007, the Delhi edition of the Hindustan Times read “TV news to be shackled” and in the anchor article it was “Last Potter book is in the leaky cauldron”. Both these news item did not struck me hard capable to make inroads into my heart and brain.

There was a news item in the inside page of the newspaper that froze my heart and made me read again and again. It has the opening sentence "I will stand by him till the end” and headline: “Love knows no law”.

The news item was related to the sentences passed by the Special TADA Judge to the key alleged culprits who have masterminded 1993 Mumbai bomb blasts. But what relation it had with the ‘love’? How the pristine entity like ‘love’ could be used or have the relation with the heinous crime. This thought really befuddled me.

The whole report read:


“I will stand by him till the end” said Mubina Parkar outside the Tada court on Thursday after Special Judge P.D. Kode awarded capital punishment to Shoeibh Ghansar for planting the bomb at Zaveri Bazaar bomb, which killed 17 people. "We shall fight it out in the Supreme Court. God willing he will be a free man," said Mubina. A burga-clad Mubina was inconsolable after Judge Kode announced the sentence saying: "He (Ghansar) came into the conspiracy late but played a major role by planting a bomb." All the while, Ghansar just sat with his head bowed, prayer beads in hand. The 36-year-old Mubina fell in love with the 44-year-old Ghansar at the Arthur Road jail where she would visit her father, Dada Sharif Parkar, one of the main landing agents also sentenced in the 1993 serial bomb blasts case. The 82-year-old Parkar was sentenced to 14 years' in prison and fined Rs 5 lakh. Mubina, who studied law, has turned down several marriage proposals. She has been waiting for Ghansar's release so they can marry "I have waited for 14 long years and will wait further to marry him. I have a strong belief in the judiciary and I hope the Apex Court will let him off," she said.

Courtesy: The Hindustan Times

What did you feel reading the whole news report? Tide of love sails against the tide of peoples’ perception; love sees no boundary; love is natural and it has no effect of the tear and wear of time. Loves blooms with time.

And this is what Mubina Parkar did for Shoeibh Ghansar, an accomplice of the Mumbai bomb blasts?

When did our cab arrive at the office I didn’t come to know? I get down from the cab and found the day was not at all different from the other day. The day has same work to slog upon.

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NEW DELHI, INDIA

Incredible India Cuisines
Author : Pushpesh Pant
Publisher : Wisdom Tree
Darya Ganj, New Delhi-110002

The present volume, one of ten ‘Incredible India’ series, offers a novel approach to the cuisines of one of the cradle of the ancient civilization, India. The book is in the semblance with other related literature which describes the rituals and traditions; sculptures and paintings; dance, music and theatre; handicrafts, fairs and festivals; monuments and manuscripts, of a country.

Food embodies the spirit of a civilization and is as integral a part of a nation’s identity as are its monuments and art forms. And the book written by Pushpesh Pant has been successful driving the point – Food is a nation’s identity, the spirit of civilization.

Incredible India Cuisines neatly stitches the mouth-watering, culture-defining dishes from northern part Kashimir, to the southern part Kerala; and from Bengal to Rajasthan. Pushpesh Pant has taken the route of food to describe the cultural, political, historical hotspots of India.

One will find cuisines of Awadh, Hyderabad, Goa and coastline, Punjab and Tamil Nadu, not to forget Delhi being mentioned in the book.

The book gives an interesting reading. The procedural method of recipes and its related caricature has being mentioned superbly and not like other books of this genre do, but this has been catered in the context of the history of the place, of course keeping an eye on the very purpose of the book that is cuisine and not getting lost in its history.

From the Introduction mentioning the basic tenets of India’s culinary philosophy – the concept of satvik, rajasik and tamasik, the book next goes to touch the factors and changes that influenced the evolution of distinctive Indian cuisine. Later the book goes to describe major culinary regions of India.

The book stitches Kashmir’s Ghushtaba, Nadr Yakkmi recipes, Punjab’s Murg Malaai Kebab, Dal Makhani, recipes Barrah Kebab and Berhvin Poori of Delhi, Rajasthan’s Kandey ki Sabzi and Bharwan Gatte, Awadh’s Murg Mussallam and Lauki Mussallam; Goa Fish Curry and Chicken Xacuti of Goa and Coastline, Kerala’s Aviyal and Pepper Prawns.

The culinary inheritance from Tamil Nadu with Sambar and Vendakai Masala Pachchadi, to the Baghare Baingan and Hyderabadi Dum ki Biryani of Hyderabad, to the Alu Potol and Doi Machh of Bengal have found place in the book.

The last and the fianl chapter ‘Fusion During the Raj’ of the book is the one, which keeps it away from the other recipe books flooding the market. This chapter encapsulates the culinary innovations that took place when the Britishers came to India, married to local women and made India their home. And the cuisine evolved from the marriage of local cuisine and the British cuisine, which later came to known as Anglo-Indian cuisine has been given space.

The book ends with many of the ‘brand’ dishes of India from Khubani Ka Meetha, found-in-nook-and-cranny Samosa, to the popular dishes like Shahi Tukhra, Kesari Kheer, Baqarkhani Roti, Lachha Parantha, Amritsari Kulcha, Makkai ki Roti, Makhane ka Raita to Khichari.

Among many historical facts, the present day midday meal in school Khichari was once served to Salim, son of Akbar, after he returned from a victorious campaign in Deccan that interested me and made me to ponder.

The book is not for those who are recipe acquirers. It has a less number of recipes. But this comes for those who are really interested to know India with food. It is sure the book would give a nice reading to both national and international reader alike.

NEW DELHI,INDIA

Assam,Silchar
Location in small village

Jotting down from my diary which I wrote decades ago............

Near about 50 years ago the shape of our society is out of imagination of present day generation; and they may only strangely assessed the tale stories of happenings at that period of time. The change of the society is attributed to the development of infrastructure in every spheres of our life, education, mass communication, well connectivity of villages with nearby towns or cities.

Though the glimpse of modernity knocked every doors of our life yet I never forget one of the incident related of devils.

In the early 60s it was a ritual of our society, boys and girls of the village playing various types of games at afternoon after taking lunch and dinner. While at night it gets limited to adjacent neighbors only. The neighbours had a common courtyard where we all used to play day in and out.

It was our routine when elders went on to sleep after dinner we all boys and girls assembled together in the courtyard and start playing games of our choice, all happening in the absence of now ubiquitous looking electricity. At that time electricity was unheard thing. If there was any foreign thing that was visible, it was transistor. There were three or four transistors if one adds five or six adjoining villages.

One day, after playing so many games we noticed that some tiny boys with maximum 2ft height came from every directions of nearby bushes assembled in the courtyard. On seeing the incoming flux of tiny devils the inmates rushed inside the house with fear by leaving me in the opposite side of the courtyard alone.

Being kept alone I noticed that the courtyard was fully packed by tiny necked devils of having same height and every one possessed small brass cymbals in their hands. They began dancing by beating cymbals and generated a whispering mild noise through their mouth. The magnitude of their noise and the sound of cymbals were so mild that one could not heard the same from a distance of 10 ft.

After dancing three or four minutes in the courtyard the gatherings of devils disappeared themselves by entering nearby bushes. And when the courtyard was fully evacuated I entered the house and narrated the whole story to my inmates.

From where did they come? And where did they go? What were they doing? Even after decades I don’t find any answer. But it was something, which I believe those reading it cannot digest. But it is true to the salt.

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A fairy lady in night

My first encounter with ghost - Part I

My first encounter with ghost - Part II

NEW DELHI,INDIA

It was a teatime break and we all five or six content writers friends were sipping coffee in our usual speed, and from nowhere a topic, what we all wished to become in our later life when we were child, found its root. And very soon we all were pouncing one over another to tell our story.

It was not a usual “what you wanted to become in our life” type of rapid question fire round that were asked in the school. It turned out be a full of out-of-the-box childhood wishes that had remained unfulfilled and which didn’t get the wings to fly; may be the wings were defective or not practically possible in the real world.

A friend wearing spectacle sitting beside me after clearing his throat said he had wanted to become a mechanic, again clearing his throat said “not a mechanical engineer exactly”. He narrated his fascination over the attract-repel property of the magnets. Magnets of round shape, cubical shape and of any shape had the magical effect on him.

And I found all friends had the same intensity of fascination over magnets. We all had the same story – putting a coin onto the railway track and running it over by a train turned it into a magnet. We all laughed on this believable ‘true’ story.

Something that fascinated me at this grand magnet story was that we all were born and brought up in different place, different locality, in different culture and in different time fame, but we all present there at the coffee table had the same tone and substance of the story. How come it can be possible?

Another friend sitting in the right side of me like a obedient good boy said he always wanted to become a “doctor”. I remembered I even had the momentary urge to become a doctor after completing my class 12th. It was not my dream that exuded from my inner-self but it was some sort of a temporary shift or ‘transit’ to become a doctor.

The two friends sitting opposite of me said they had never gave a thought on this topic in their childhood premium age. May be they don’t want to express their well-kept secret. But we all carried childhood dream of different shades and hue.

Before our childhood jottings stretch, the end of tea break persuaded all of us to head towards the place of our work. I didn’t tell that one of my childhood hobbies was collecting packets of incense stick. More the variety of packets from various brands, more happy I used to get. My favourite was Onam agarbatti. Hiiiiihihhhiiihi….hahahhaha……….

Childhood dreams are indeed childhood dreams, which never fade from our mind and from our consciousness. It always remains with us; just we all have to go down the memory lane to relive it.

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NEW DELHI,INDIA

This is for what yesteryear Mithun Chakraborty is revered. The hero of early 80’s I have seen growing up.

The first bollywood filmy hero who captured my imagination and pushed me to the extreme level to become a fan; the word ‘fan’ wouldn’t be the perfect word to describe; the relationship that I found in him is something which I still don’t find with any other person from bollywood or Hollywood.

He was my idol at my tender age when black and white television was a luxury. And the only mode of entertainment was the musical programme Chitrahaar telecasted by Doordarshan on Wednesday at 8.00 PM. The place of watching Chitrahaar absolutely was not my house; it was our neighbour’s house drawing room. At that particular time, I remember, neighbours’ room doesn’t remain their own; it becomes a common entertainment room of houses located in the periphery of the owner.

You might be thinking what the relationship the present day Mithun Da had with Chitrahaar. There is a relationship since the primary motive and the factor that used to jubilate all tinny-winny sitting watching vociferously all the old songs that were telecasted is concerned; there, only one (one was enough) song of Mithun Da was sufficient to quench our thirst to watch the whole 30 minute programme.

Any hit and miss of Mithun’s song on Wednesday was very much depended upon how do you come out from the house.

At that age of wearing half-pant, lack of analysis of mind with receptive bent accepted anything, directly or indirectly related on Mithun. Whether it was related to his song, car or movie.

I remember my friend, who was senior to me told me once, when I asked him to describe how is the car of Amitabh Bachchan and Mithun Chakrabarty that his car is as white as milk one cannot see in day while Amitabh Bachchan’s car is as black one cannot see in night. And I believed on his version and I still continue to believe on it.

My first official movie of Mithun Chakrabarty was ‘Wanted’. It was ‘official’ since my father took all of us to watch the movie, and it was the last and final movie officially seen.

And its hang is still there in my mind – Mithun with a gun revolving in a circle opposite Amjad Khan.

If I keep on writing on Mithun, it is sure the space wouldn’t be enough.



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I was BORN intelligent BUT education RUINED me!
MY father is an ATM.
I am not FREE.
My GF likes it.

These ubiquitous looking sentences are some of the few that goes into the T-shirts of the boys. There are many, sorry not many; but innumerable likes this that goes occupying the space.

The list of such phrases goes from the Chinese script to the names of the persons like Rolando, Rivaldo, Zidane; and with the names of the countries like Brazil, UK, Germany, India…; movie’s name XXX, Dil Chahata Hai, etc..

The lists will go and on and on, and it will never end.

I do often find such phrases very interesting, intriguing; and of course funny enough to tickle my bones of laughter. And at the most, it stretches my imagination to take higher flight with a supersonic speed. When I am at that acquired speed I find ..

A boy wearing - I was BORN intelligent BUT education RUINED me!- gives its onlookers and also to me, an impression that he is an inherent genius who has failed to bloom in the present educational pattern.

And a boy roaming wearing a T-shirt mentioning - MY father is an ATM – gives the notion that he is still dependent on his father and he wants to be in his custody as long he could stretch it. And to comment on - I am not FREE – well, GUESS! One could find and conclude, as much one wants it by permutation and combination.

On - My GF likes it – it is very hard to make out what actually his GF likes, his T-shirt or him as a person. It is really confusing and bizarre, what in reality it wants to portray. It may happen that he is carrying an imaginary image of his GF. And when any girl praises him for his t –shirt, then it would alarm him that he has got his …….

And talking about girls, the tops they wear are, I find carry double meaning, not all but most of them. Take ‘Hold it’. Well, can she clear my juggling mind that goes very often tangential to the normal ‘flight’ mind, what she wants actually one to ‘hold’? I can’t hold, I can see only the words.

One day while going to the office a message changed my view towards the way I see in and around me, that great message doesn’t came from anywhere but from a teenager wearing – Seeing is believing. After that I don’t believe in any things that I have not seen. I have closed my ears. But thanks to autopilot in my ‘mind’ plane, I leave on it for safe landing.


And one phrase that I would I say, I really liked, not on its words or structure but seeing the mental strength of the person (read pilot) who dared to wear it and fly in the sky full of people. It reads – Two small curves that GOD created and it made all the difference.

I am flooded with such phrases whenever I am on a maneuver, and it is very tough and sometime very difficult where to land my plane. But it does leave behind an indelible mark on my mind that ticks, and always ticks.

INDIA

Year 1963, Assam, India in a small village

It was a moonlit mid night. I was severely driven by the natural call at the dead hours of the night. I awoke from my bed and collected a bucket of water and went straight to the backyard of my home that was densely occupied by the various types of bamboo trees, which were blocking the rays of the moon.

At that time there was no sanitary system in the villages and so everyone used to go to the open field below the open sky and had an ultimate peace. And if that natural call comes at the night, than the last respite was the backyard of the house, full of bamboos in a small piece of land.

With the pressure in my stomach when I came at the backyard of my house with a bucket full of water I saw approximately 6 feet away from me, a reddish white completely nude lady standing, tilting her back on the bamboo.

Her esoteric appearance was so captivating that she looked more beautiful than the queen of the night. She was looking calm in her whole appearance, busy in combing her hair, which was falling in the right side of her shoulder and touching on the ground.

Looking at her, it seemed that she is in a melancholy mood, and constantly looking at an object opposite to her.

With the appearance of her hair and face, moreover her visibility at that odd hours; it was clear to me that the lady opposite to me is not an ordinary one but a fairy one – a dream fairy.

Moreover, the mounting pressure that I was carrying and the purpose for which I came at this dead night compelled me to take a position at a distance of 10 feet from her. While taking up the position she gave me a suppressing smile, presumably understanding my urgency.

And this was her last and the final smile till I completed my work. During it I saw she was in the same position laying her back on the bamboo trees and continuously combing her hair, and her eyes constantly at an object. Her beautiful face was placid with no reaction that no one would make out or read what was going on her mind. It seems for me for a few moments the always-ticking time has been stopped.

All after completing my ‘ritual’ work I quietly came back with soundless feet and washed my body, hand and face and lay on my bed. I thought how romantic the whole affair was. She was so decent and sanguine…..in her whole appearance. She didn’t disturb me a little bit that otherwise would have a different story.

I spent the whole night thinking who she was, what she was doing, what she was thinking, and why did she smile at me? I didn’t get the answer till today. And I am still searching for the answer.

A fairy lady I found her at the dead hours of a night who smiled at me…

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There are times when we all talk about the past, the past that is hundred years back; and without any thought process involved we all start dreaming…and we dream. And what we all find in our dreamy state of our reverie, all those gadgets and the lifestyle that are around us getting vanished; we all residing in a peaceful scattered village hamlet. Where our needs are few and far between.

That’s imagination is what you will find in the book A Journey to Lhasa and Central Tibet written by Sarat Chnadra Das, published by Rupa and Co., and edited by W.W Rockhill.


In the book you will find the customs, culture and beliefs of the Tibetians people. Besides it, you will definitely get engrossed with the graphic descriptions of the vegetation, religion and the architecture of the area where the author has traveled. It is a different story that he worked as a spy for the government of British India. That was not disclosed when the book was first published.

I will not go deep into the book since it is very tough to encapsulate the whole book in go. There are far too many interesting subjects covered in this book for me to mention them all here; but here are some “picks” from it that has really touched me or say surprised me.

Discussing the virtues of polyandry versus polygamy versus monogamy he writes: “…..she stared at me with undisguised astonishment. “One wife with one husband!” she explained. “Don’t you think we Tibetans women are better off ” The Indian woman has but a portion of her husband’s affection and property, but in Tibet the housewife is the real lady of all the joint earnings and inheritance of all the brothers…”

On marriage he writes: “In Tibet, there are no caste restrictions with regard to marriage in India. The rich may bestow their daughters on the poor; the daughter of a poor man may become the bride of the proudest noble of the country”.

While describing the conditions of employment of an express courier between Lhasa and China, he writes: “They are required to subsist daily on five hen’s eggs, five cups of plain tea, a pound of cornflour, half a pound of rice and a quarter of lean meat. They are forbidden to take much salt, and are strictly forbidden to eat onions, garlic, red pepper, butter or milk. At midnight they are allowed to sleep in a sitting posture for three hours, after which they are awakened by the keeper of the stage-house…The courier is allowed to change his dress once a week”.

And here is the last ‘seed’ I am taking since it will change your whole perception about the world, and the small world where we are living. The world is not what is in and around you but somewhere else, far away from your wild imagination and thought process.

Here is goes, the writer writes: The custom of several brothers making one woman their common wife, to keep the ancestral property entire and undivided, ……is at this day extensively practised. ………The wife is claimed by the younger brothers as their wife only so long as they continue to live with the eldest one. ………It is not unusual for a father or uncle to live with his son’s or nephew wife, and even in high life a father makes himself a partner rights over his son’s wife.

The book is full of many unexpected U – turn surprises sometimes curvy and sometimes very straight tangentially.

PUNJAB

Once a trusted confidante of him and the next moment the most despised friend and a colleague – you will be asking how it has happened? All occurred not within a month or in years, but within a few hours, say within a few minutes.

How can it be possible? It takes months and years plus innumerable trial and errors after which a matrix of relationship is built, but call it fortunate or unfortunate, someone pricks into your relationship balloon, and in no time it collapses with a fragmented soul.

Thanks to Google talk! The incident has occurred with one of my best friend. It has broken his blind belief on friends (who come online and chat) that he used have before. Now, after the incident the fun looking Gtalk terrorizes him. And I find he is not the same person with whom I used to chat nonchalantly. He even doubts on me.

He was not a regular chatter in the world of chatting. The type of chatting he usually used to do was basically one-to-one and personalized to his ex-colleagues, relatives, school friends and peers. And this is what Gtalk or any other interactive platforms are all about.

Few days back, I got online with one of my female colleague from my previous job. It was surprising and ironical at the same time since when we were both working we hardly used to talk, forget chatting. She had a similar story to tell – how chatting has virtually ruined her life.

After continuing two or three lines of chatting, she came to her real self and asked me my opinion about chatting. To keep her happy I wrote ‘awry’. The next sentence from her was asking me to tell the meaning of the word. I told the purpose for which chatting was conceptualized and what it does actually mean. I wrote “away from the correct or expected course” is what chatting is all about.

Well, she didn’t disclose what sort of traumatic experience that she had underwent. But while she was logging out I got the message that she will tell me when we meet. I myself don’t know when we will meet again.

Now coming to my friend’s story. He blurts out everything and spilled it in my mind. Leaving me to ponder hard, very hard.

He told me while answering the simple looking question from her female colleague has landed him to the eyesore of his previous boss. The cordial relationship that he used to have with him has been jeopardized. Well, my friend has left the earlier job under which he used to work.

He says the mistake that he did was only to please his ex-colleague though momentarily. And the question that was asked to him, he adds was premeditated, preplanned to trap him. Well, there is no point in repenting when he had let the cat out of the bag.

With these two real stories that had happened in the life of my friend I have also got bit serious, concerned and cautious while using Gmail coming with Google chat. Since I do chat with my friends, peers and relatives.

In the search to plug such incidents happening with me and with anybody, I took a frantic search, well again in the Google, which has ruined my friend. I found how oblivious we are with the use of gmail and with its tools. We do mail, chat in gmail. But we are limited to its use only and not more than that.

I found Google has an option “to make off the record” any chat you are involved with. By doing so, chats that have been taken off the record aren't stored in your Gmail chat history, or in the Gmail chat history of your contact.

Here is the way to take a chat off the record:

**Click the down arrow at the top-right corner of the chat window.
**Select Go off the record.

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