Why The Prejudice?

Our parents love us. They only think the best for us and it’s very natural for them to be protective of us for we are their prized assets. Their lives revolve around us and I’ll forgive them if, during our childhood, they leave us bereft of certain experiences only because they think it’s dangerous. But sometimes what starts as protectionism from parents, if let out of control, ends up culminating into a barrier for us to experience our true being. They try and change things in us without knowing fully the implications it may have on us later.

One such phenomenon in our society is parents trying to change the dominant hands of their children. India is a land of a trillion mesmerizing things and one of them are superstitions. And it is quite natural that some of those fallacies are built around the taboo that is associated to the use of left hand. Let’s take it from the top when the child is born with a dominant left hand. A child is born with no such knowledge and if the behaviour is never interrupted, he may never notice that he is out of ordinary or ominous in any way. Imagine how normal his life would be. However, if he hands over his money with his left hands in our society, he is asked to change the hands first and then give it again, for it is wrong to hand over money with left hands. Now try and concentrate on the dilemma and embarrassment a child would face when he is asked to shy away from the most mundane inclination of using his left hand and he isn’t wrong at all. Superstitions such as below have forever kept as befooled –

  1. Performing any ritual with left hand is ominous and God won’t accept your gift. Really? Don’t our religious books say that you are perfect in God’s image of a perfect child? He only asks you to be in gratitude for the gifts he has rendered to you and a left hand is one of them!
  2. We’re also deterred from using our left hands to eat or cook and these limitations are most commonly dished out upon females who use kitchens more than men do. It is claimed by various studies that females are lesser prone to be born left handed and so, if ever a female around us is a southpaw; simply observe the uniqueness without judgement and prejudice.

Now recall the Indian hygiene habits in our Indian toilets. Do you think that’s where everything went wrong for Indians who were born left handed and then were forced to change their dominant hand? Wouldn’t correct hygiene habits get us rid of all the dogma? Had some of the famous southpaws been scorned for using their left hand, we wouldn’t have witnessed those Amitabh fight scenes that we whistled on, or Yuvraj’s 6 sixes in an over, or that first over hat-trick by Irfan Pathan against Pakistan. To sum it up, DON’T EVER meddle with the intuition that your child is born with.

The Thumps from Heaven

Enter.

Look around and find your favorite barber.

“Make the sides neat and don’t touch the top… it’s thin anyway!” Laughter.

Shick Shick Shick… Shick Shick Shick – goes the scissor!

You close your eyes, for you have no clue how the hair will look like once they done. Try thinking of your problems – why why why? Why do my best memories desert me when I’m reminiscing?

Water, GULP!

Shick Shick Shick… Shick Shick Shick – goes the scissor again!

You are now engulfed in a trance full of treble! You let yourself loose, hands and legs draining energy, like through a hole and into the chair that somehow comes alive and starts responding to your shifts in the seat. The foam feels softer and homely.

An hour passes. A mouth homes into your ears and pleads politely asks – “Your hair look amazing. Head Massage Sir?!!”

Your head spins, shuddering back to reality, brain processes the words and thinks of the cash at hand. Satisfied, you just nod affirmatively.

Then come the beats and bass to the treble of the scissors. The persisting trance gathers momentum, running faster, stronger, drawing you into winds of gusto. The head blows, the crashing sound of cool oil on your scalp, the skin let loose, stretched to proportions unknown to you. Pain, pleasure, discomfort, comfort. The only voice you hear is your own when you moan.

Indian_Head_Massage

A vibrating machine fills the last needed colors to an already colorful canvas. Ears, eyes, scalp, neck – it goes everywhere, leaves nothing to imagination and sucks the last remaining demon from your head.

It stops. What? Where? Why? Is this it?

“2 hours have passed sir!”.

Waking up from the slumber and that vicious chair, you see the world in colors unknown. They’re vibrant. So vibrant, they bring you to life. I came back to life.

Only my shoulder, so relieved from the massage, knows how difficult was it to ride back home.

Want a haircut? Come to an Indian salon.

Is this the End of Yuvraj Singh?

This article needed special guts, for it’s about an all-conquering Champion player who may not deserve such criticism but today is only a pale shadow his own former self, for it’s about a man who a whole nation is proud of, for it’s about a man who hurts the most when he’s not scoring runs!

Those who watched yesterday’s match, will provide a testimony of a player who’s terribly short on confidence. He just hasn’t looked like himself. The under confident footwork, the ebbing demeanor, that sinking chin, and eyes that just won’t match the levels with any other player in the team. He isn’t the same man who won MS Dhoni the most coveted World Cup in 2011. He isn’t the same roaring Yuvraj Singh.

He was a different man then, who’d match the best in the business any time of the day and between any dream of the night as well. And yet have enough to come out the next day and take on the next best. He was in a class of his own then. His feet moved ever so elegantly, he saw the balls earlier, and hence, read the lines better giving the bowlers an absolute nightmare. The nudges, the pulls, the hooks, the sweeps, the slog-sweeps, the cover-drives – lofted and otherwise, the square cuts, he was an absolute Indian treat to watch. The sore of the eye to the world and the twinkle of the eyes for India. He was untouchable – a terrific athletic and safe fielder, a fast runner – both on the field and between the wickets, and a man of organization. In all of the World Cup 2011, he fed off the confidence that he got from bowling his slow left armers which reflected in his batting too. Ask him now and he may himself say that those were the best days of his cricketing career.

Between then and now though, he’s had a rough ride. Forging through a near terminal illness, inspiring many a billions with his courage on the way, he came back on the scene with a bang, with a quick-fire 70 odd, and man, wasn’t Indian public and media gaga over his return. But since then, bowlers have figured him out, for he is still unsure about himself. For some reason, he doesn’t seem to bend down enough when playing his drives and his stride is shorter and legs stiffer. He isn’t playing straight enough. He’s trying to move but the feet take him to places inside the crease, he really doesn’t want to be.

And consequently, he now faces issues with fast bowlers, both seamers and swingers. He pokes at anything going away from him (very Gautam Gambhir style). I guess that’s what lack of form brings to you – an inherent urge to get off the strike so you spend more time on the crease. He doesn’t read the balls that come in and hence, sits like a duck being shot at. He is unsure about off-spinners bowling to him, for they have their own variations to bamboozle him with. It seems he has never played the doosra from any off-spinner, when all the while during his playing days, he had one of the best exponents of bowling doosra in his own team, bowling at him in the nets – Harbhajan Singh (and later Ravichandran Ashwin as well). A world-class batsman like him is facing issues differentiating between the balls that skid on and the ones that leave him. He isn’t watching the balls closely enough. The only bowlers he seems contented playing, are genuine leg-spinners who don’t have their own doosra, for that’ll take the balls away from him too. He’s hitting them for sixes aplomb!

His bowling too is coming apart, for the turn and guile isn’t visible and the man just lacks confidence to even arrive at the crease with a ball in his hand. The Yuvraj Singh of old who was once the go to bowler for MS Dhoni in crunch situations and who invariably broke critical partnerships, is now at best a part timer and much preferred is Suresh Raina.

Now some may say that he’s lacking opportunities and a long rope that MS Dhoni so often provides to players with promise, ones like Rohit Sharma. But I argue this point with the expectation that Yuvraj Singh carries with him every time he walks out to bat. Rohit Sharma is no Yuvraj Singh and may never even come close to achieving what Yuvraj has. But the Indian public looks at Yuvraj the same way they used to when he hit Stuart Broad for those 6 consecutive sixes in an over – the ever flamboyant batsman, who demolished bowling attacks at will and was once invincible. Players like Rohit Sharma have a lot of years still to go under their bellies but not Yuvi. He has to make the lost time count, for he owes it to his country and I certainly believe he knows it too.

But how do performances like the one yesterday help him get a go ahead from the selectors and the captain himself? Everyone’s looking at the World Cup in 2015 and although ICC T20 World Cup isn’t of the same the magnitude as the 50 over version, it certainly gives us a peek into what Yuvraj Singh is going through. It’s not just the lean patch that most batsmen go through a few times in their cricketing careers, it’s a total lack of belief in hitting the same balls that he so disdainfully dispatched out of stadiums in his hay days. No IPL style batting is going to help him earn his place in the national side. He has to come through stronger but till then, Indian side needs a stronger middle order that isn’t scared of facing the short pitched bombs that they’ll be pampered with, in Australia and New Zealand.

So who’d serve as his replacement, Cheteshwar Pujara? Ajinkya Rahane? With Suresh Raina himself now losing his place in the 50 over side, the Indian middle order looks the weakest ever. Whoever his replacements are, the best basis they must be selected on, is their ability to play the short pitched bowling else India look sure to not make it through, to even the second stage of the tournament.

Dhoni has a lot of issues at hand and a under confident Yuvraj Singh only makes the matters worse. How Yuvraj Singh goes on and fights his battles over the next six month is what will grab everyone’s eyeballs, for India needs him badly and knowing that tournaments like IPL will not serve him well, is what makes the onward journey even tougher for Yuvraj who clearly doesn’t have many opportunities at his disposal now, to impress the selectors and the ever believing Captain!

Go on Yuvi, we are praying for you to come back stronger!

Harda – A Seed is Sown

A trip back in time will definitely take me to a day in Harda. It’s a tiny town at the heart of Madhya Pradesh. Unnoticeable railway station, shabby outdoors, pathetic roads, and yet an amazingly calm and earthly demeanor that makes you feel at home.

I first met this place on a wet day. Me and my brother were to appear for an entrance test at our first convent school. It was tough – for English was never our forte. They kept talking to us in that foreign language all the while getting us to appear for tests in Mathematics, Science, and English. I don’t remember the marks I scored then, but the principal seemed pretty satisfied with however we had performed. I remember dad buying our books, notebooks, and our uniforms from their stationery shop. I remember the parking, the church, buildings under construction, ducks, birds, green color of the wet trees, incessant rain, and the hooting from the trains passing by the nearby railway station.

By the time, we completed the admission formalities, we got late and dad decided to buy us dinner from a nearby market. I remember us searching for food throughout the town in that rain. The rain, the rain, I just can’t get that rain out of my head. It just never drizzled. It poured all day so hard and with such ferocity, it forced shopkeepers to stay in and finding an eatery was hard. After much search though, we found a street side vendor selling CHAAT and GOLGAPPE (Pani Puri) in a deserted street.

GOLGAPPE – ones that I was going to remember for all my life. Now to let all of you in on what GOLGAPPE are all about, let me show you a picture and the procedure on how they are served –

Pani Puri

These are served with a filling made from potatoes and peas and later filled with tangy tamarind or mango water. You then put the whole thing at one go inside your mouth and let it blast inside, leaving a heavenly taste on your tongue and on the cheek walls. Now, these are so thin, they tend to sog even with mild moisture in the air and that day, it was pouring. So to add some taste to them, he added hot fillings, off the stove. There were no potatoes, only peas and I’m yet to taste anything like that till date. Somehow he had added magic.

When we returned though, all I remember having was a rather unwelcome feeling of separation!

What I’d like to visit from that day again –

1. The GOLGAPPE.

2. The railway station.

3. That rain.

4. That school compound.

5. I’d like to know the marks I scored in my English test.

What I’d like to skip on my next visit –

NOTHING!

Lets see what others have for this prompt

  1. MY POISON IVY EFFECT [EMEM’S DIARY] | She Writes
  2. what if | the hilarious pessimist
  3. Toes like telltale crocuses | Butterfly Mind
  4. Insert End of an Era Cliché Here | AS I PLEASE
  5. A sight never forgotten… | ALIEN AURA’S BLOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
  6. Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time- Psychology Behind Being Present And Daily Life | Journeyman
  7. no regrets | think | architect
  8. The Match | The Jittery Goat
  9. Daily Prompt: If I could Turn Back Time | The WordPress C(h)ronicle
  10. Living in The Early 1900’s – WANGSGARD
  11. Daily Prompt : Turning back time | Love your dog
  12. Those Crawling Days – Undoubtedly The Best | Ambiguity and Fraternity
  13. A is for April: What’s New This Month | My Little Avalon
  14. Personal Atonement | In the Present
  15. May contain nuts | Kate Murray
  16. DP Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time | Sabethville
  17. Now | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  18. Grey | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  19. Daily Prompt – If I Could Turn Back Time | hometogo232
  20. Back To The Future For A Fresh Start | Awake & Dreaming
  21. My fleeting high school dream of being a genetic engineer. #DNA @wordpressdotcom @postaday | Frozen Spaghetti
  22. What if we can Travel Through Time. | Free Thinkers Mag.
  23. enter | yi-ching lin photography
  24. Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time | Basically Beyond Basic
  25. Don’t do it | The verbal hedge
  26. Looking Back | Works By Anastasia
  27. If Time Could Go Back, What Would I Do? | From Hiding to Blogging
  28. But All the Time Turners Broke… | thanks for letting me autograph your cat
  29. Endless Summer | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
  30. Daily Prompt: If I could Turn Back Time | Bob’s Blog-O-Rama
  31. Daily prompt 🙂 | myjourneyeveryday
  32. My First Bloggyversary! | Haiku By Ku
  33. Zin « Averil Dean
  34. Daily Prompt: If I could Turn Back Time | seikaiha’s blah-blah-blah
  35. Presente | Daily Post. – Missmosta
  36. For the Love of …. The NORTH BORNEO RAILWAYS | Duniya Ku
  37. If We Go Back | Flowers and Breezes
  38. Relive those moments… | FREE BIRD
  39. Daily Prompt: If I could Turn Back Time | | Shawn
  40. If I Could Turn Back Time | Dave Kester
  41. Turn Back, Stop at Fifty | Emotional Fitness
  42. The Best Moment Award: Living for the Now and for Mom’s Penguin Stories « psychologistmimi
  43. Revisiting myself | One Educator’s Life
  44. Corn | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
  45. If I could turn back time | theoriesinthought
  46. I’d kick my own butt. | Thoughts Go Back
  47. Help Me Distribute Personal Care Items With Dignity
  48. Time Travel | Life Confusions
  49. Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  50. If I could turn back time | That Montreal Girl
  51. DP: Do Over | Scorched Ice
  52. Travel to the innocence | Life is great
  53. Would I have asked you to dance? | The Bohemian Rock Star’s “Untitled Project”
  54. First Love | wisskko’s blog
  55. DO NOT cash in that stock grandma gave you! | The Flavored Word
  56. Pure Land | Dreams to Reality !
  57. If I Had It To Do Over – Daily Prompt | Why is there bread in my Kool-Aid?
  58. Daily Prompt: If I could Turn Back Time, 01.04.14 | Markie’s Daily Blog
  59. It isn’t a good thing or a bad thing. It is just a thing. | Vampire Maman
  60. Harda – A Seed is Sown | Views Splash!
  61. Daily Prompt: Mother | Morrighan’s Muse
  62. but that was yesterday and yesterday’s gone | eastelmhurst.a.go.go
  63. If I Could Turn Back Time | treasurethememory
  64. Disrupting the Flow | djgarcia94
  65. Once upon a summer | mnemosynesandlethe
  66. Do “Do Overs” Exist? | Raising Our Redheads
  67. You can’t always go back. | SusannaAntihero
  68. Glazed in Gold | Call Me Incorrigible
  69. Flowing Backwards | Overcoming to Becoming
  70. That Time We Had to Smuggle Bacon Into the Country.. | Kosher Adobo
  71. If I Could Turn Back Time, from the Daily Prompt | janetcatland
  72. If I Could Turn Back Time: Daily Post | Destino
  73. If I Could Turn Back Time/DP Challenge | Starting Write Now
  74. DP: Turn Back Time – A Question of Moments by Ruswa Fatehpuri | aliabbasali
  75. If I Could Turn Back Time – ROBIN’S REAL LIFE
  76. Daily Prompt: Being able to Relive! | All Things Cute and Beautiful
  77. If I could, I wouldn’t . . . | Right The Writer
  78. If I could Turn Back Time… | ~Tiger lily~
  79. Of Days that Once Have Been (A Poem) | meanderedwanderings
  80. Daily Prompt: If I could Turn Back Time. | Ty
  81. It had lights! | Trucker Turning Write
  82. The Two-word Answer | My Author-itis
  83. Hindsight is 20/10 | litebeing chronicles
  84. Back To The Blanket | Edward Hotspur
  85. Letter to My Future Self | the intrinsickness
  86. If I Could Turn Back Time, If I Could Reminisce. | My Renaissance Blog
  87. Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time | F X T 8
  88. If I Could Turn Back Time | Late Bloomer Liz
  89. Wrong Answer | Speculative Paradigm Shifts
  90. If I could turn back time | A Guatemalan Affair
  91. Fleet | Seat | Retreat | fifty5words
  92. Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time with More Talking Animals | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
  93. Daily Prompt: Born to Be With You | Here I am !!
  94. Still Sand | a sweet bright thing
  95. Back in Time | itsmayurremember
  96. Unrequited | vic briggs
  97. If I Could Turn Back Time | Tonkadella’s Things in Life
  98. Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time | Nola Roots, Texas Heart
  99. If I Could Turn Back Time | Alexia Jones
  100. The Past Unrecovered | Sugar, Spice, and Everything euNice
  101. My Regrets Aren’t What I Thought They’d Be. | ktjjenkins
  102. Mental Time Travel | Psychology Muffins

Bloggers Meet – Not So Much

You must be an eternal moron to make me choose between an India Vs Pakistan Cricket match and a bloggers meet! The answer will always be – I’ll skip the meet!

Yeah yeah… I had planned to attend an Indiblogger.in bloggers meet today (the first ever social event of my life) but sadly, today was also the World Cup match between India and Pakistan and I just can’t have it on my conscience to not have watched the match – JUST CAN’T!

But please, don’t forget to call me for the one that doesn’t coincide with a cricket match involving India!

The Greatest Rescue Act

I’ve had the best day of the past 7 years. They’ve been rough. They’ve degraded my mind, my thinking, and my personality. They’ve killed a lot of my ambitions and some of my body parts too (not that one though, don’t think dirty)!

But 14th of March 2014 will forever embolden me. Today, after a real struggle lasting 4 years, is the day I finally break into the Indian financial market again. Finally the credit bureau CIBIL recognized my credit worthiness. Finally my buying power soars – again.

I’ve made mistakes, but no more. I’m smarter and I’ll behave smarter. My decisions will now make an impact on the lives of all my favorite people – for better!

This incidentally is also the day when two of the greatest Indian batsmen Rahul Dravid and VVS Laxman broke the 15 test match Australian winning streak in 2001 in Kolkata. That was one of the greatest rescue acts ever in test cricket. It was day 4 when they batted through the day and not only saved the match for India but led them to a 171 run victory!

This day now has now witnessed two such acts – one saved a test match in cricket and the other saved a test match of life.

Cops

As I posted earlier, I’m living on the edge. And as an observation by a fellow blogger would suggest, I’m suppressing my need/want to gain self-satisfaction. I’m unable to attain my peace, my dreams and ambitions which is cooking up my brain and giving me dreams.

Frankly I’m all shook up. Have I put myself under so much pressure to perform for others that I’ve forgotten to uncork my bottle that’s full of some of my small unlistened-to wants and needs that may bring peace to me? Or am I already happy enough and over-analyzing my puny dream?

You know pressure brings out the best and the worst from people. Some give up and some give it their all. It need not be their office, their work, but it may also be a situation that you’ve never faced before. Handling Indian cops is one. They aren’t gentlemen. When they approach, they bring with them a huge cloud of negativity, that suppresses all your rationality and makes you do and say stupid things that you may repent all your life.

How I wish this changes in our country! How I wish I smile for once I see one of them around me!

Lets see how others deal with their pressure

  1. Pressure | The Magic Black Book
  2. Daily Prompt: The Heat is On | Basically Beyond Basic
  3. Time | The Bliss of Reality
  4. Umbrellas | Crazy Art
  5. Introspection | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  6. Concentration aka eating alone 🙂 | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  7. Ilya Fostiy. Is There a God? | The Bliss of Reality
  8. Smile! | Crazy Art
  9. My List-less Life | DCMontreal: Blowing the Whistle on Society
  10. My List-less Life | DCMontreal: Blowing the Whistle on Society
  11. The Farm | My Little Avalon
  12. The Daily Prompt & Eric’s Aria -Part 1 (short story) | The Jittery Goat
  13. Procrastination Insults My Intelligence | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
  14. The biggest appointment | MC’s Whispers
  15. Under Pressure | A mom’s blog
  16. pressure | yi-ching lin photography
  17. DP Daily Prompt: The Heat is On | Sabethville
  18. the pressure is the same | y
  19. Men | Hope* the happy hugger
  20. One Crazy Mom » The Heat Is On
  21. Student hurrying to catch the bus (Daily Prompt: “The Heat Is On, Show Us Pressure”) | Photo0pal Photography
  22. I’ll start tomorrow. | Attempted Human Relations and Self
  23. DAILY PROMPT: Pressure | cockatooscreeching
  24. Life Confusions
  25. Daily Prompt: The Heat is On- Perspective of Medical Student | Journeyman
  26. Daily Prompt: Pressure | Captured By Kylie Photography
  27. The heat is on – turned down to low! | Sue’s Trifles
  28. Pressure | The scribbles in the margin
  29. Pressure Points and Implosions | ALIEN AURA’S BlOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
  30. 400 Pound Burden | Rima Hassan
  31. Live and Don’t Learn | Bright Tuesday
  32. The Luck of the Irish | In Harmony
  33. Daily Prompt: The Heat Is On |
  34. Today’s To-Do List for the workplace: Don’t do the following if you want to survive « psychologistmimi
  35. Daily Prompt: The Heat is On-Pressure | A Day In The Life
  36. I’m blessed with a system on revolt. | thoughtsofrkh
  37. In Preperation | Flowers and Breezes
  38. The Heat Is On | Step Into My Head
  39. Planners vs. Procratinators | Musings | WANGSGARD
  40. Pressure | Active Army Wife
  41. 276. Under Pressure | Barely Right of Center
  42. Pressure | A picture is worth 1000 words
  43. Pressure | The Land Slide Photography
  44. WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH, THE TOUGH ORDER PIZZA | SERENDIPITY
  45. Daily Prompt: The Heat is On | Raspberry’s Daydreams
  46. the heat is on | klstar2000
  47. Feeling the Pressure | L5GN
  48. Deadlines and Commitments: What to Leave In, What to Leave Out (B. Seger) | meanderedwanderings
  49. Under Pressure | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
  50. Daily Prompt: The Heat is On | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  51. Rock My World | The Library Lady and Rosie Bear
  52. Daily Prompt: Pressure (Nonet) | Morrighan’s Muse
  53. THE DAILY PROMPT: PRESSURE | Francine In Retirement
  54. Blogging Brings Stuff
  55. Friday Night Letdown | Losing It
  56. Daily Prompt… So what IS Pressure? | Eden’s Effort
  57. Deadlines | Life is great
  58. Daily Prompt: My reliable mate | one hundred thousand beats per day

Indian Bloggers

I’m perplexed. A year and half into my journey at WordPress, I am yet to understand, why can’t I and how do I engage Indian readers?

I am sure, my efforts to engage them may surely have lagged and so except for a select few, none have continued their journey with me. I keep asking myself, why don’t I reconcile better with my fellow countrymen? Anyone who would want to simplify my situation?

Shame Map Of India

Shame Map Of India

Real Shame! If you can’t respect your woman, you ain’t man enough!

Hope others have better thoughts –

  1. Human nature | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  2. I beg | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  3. Careless Whispers – Words Are Power | Shrine of Hecate – Ramblings of a New Age Witch
  4. Careless whisper | Sue’s Trifles
  5. Daily Prompt: Careless Whisper « Mama Bear Musings
  6. The Daily Prompt & Truth And Tact | The Jittery Goat
  7. Break me with the soft blinding streaks of your words | kaleidoscope sparks of defiance
  8. Shouldn’t Have Said That…. | Life Confusions
  9. DP Daily Prompt: Careless Whisper | Sabethville
  10. Daily Prompt: Careless Whispers | Occasional Stuff
  11. Learn to Shut Up | Knowledge Addiction
  12. About That Text I Just Sent You… | Musings | WANGSGARD
  13. Shame | ALIEN AURA’S BlOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
  14. Daily Prompt: Careless Whisper, 08.03.14 | Markie’s Daily Blog
  15. Band of Joy! Daily Prompt | ALIEN AURA’S BlOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
  16. Ink SHAME | It’s a wonderful F’N life
  17. Hurtful words | A picture is worth 1000 words
  18. Think before you speak | Living Little
  19. eastelmhurst.a.go.go
  20. I Will Never Be Whole Again | Flowers and Breezes
  21. Ten o’clock postman bring me her letter | The Bliss of Reality
  22. Daily Prompt: Careless Whisper | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  23. Get the finger out. | Trucker Turning Write
  24. Leave out truth | shame
  25. Careless Remarks and Such | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
  26. Unintended message | Life is great
  27. Daily Prompt: Careless Whisper « My journey to qualify for the Boston Marathon…and everything in between…
  28. Careless Silence | snapshotsofawanderingheart
  29. DP: Shame | Walk With Me
  30. The Shame Of Careless Whispers | Within Skin
  31. Such a Shame | As I See It

Moderation

Among the plethora of things that I hate/despise, one is moderation! And I see it more and more on Indian websites. Are we so easily offended? What’s it all about? And what about that lame and pathetic list of instructions on how and what to blog about, right before you sign up for a blogging or social networking website? I even saw it once on a porn website. Really! What do you need moderation for, on a porn website? Hell, they even corrected grammar in certain cases! Morons!

Here’s what happened when I approached a certain famous blog networking website –

I typed their name on my omnibox and the first name that popped up was their website. Impressive! So they do good. I go to their website, see a host of advertisements, their events, a few famous blogs and say, why not give it a try? I look for a “sign up” button, find a couple of them and click on the largest one.

Next page that opens up, is in all practicality, senselessly useless and an embarrassment to say the least. It’s a page full of heinous attempts to scare ingenuine people off and some genuine ones who were looking for a platform but blogged about contents that may offend a certain audience. And the ones who go on to sign up, feel a fear of some stinky moderators keeping their eagle eyes on every word I write with powers to disavow the blog if they find something offensive or unrelated. I have a question for all those moderators – do you read everything that passes under your nose? Do you use softwares to scan certain words and read only the faulty filtered ones? How is it? Because when moderation was applied on a blog, you never explained moderation and it’s type. So when I write a new post, I know it’s being read, evaluated and then circulated when all I want is circulation. Read it but never stop circulating it, in no circumstance!

When you start an initiative, to build a huge group of bloggers, bloggers need never be aware of any moderation. That seed of fear that you’re trying to sow inside their heads using that set of lame instructions/requests/guidelines is needless. You see amazing talent out there and they all have preferences. Bloggers, when they approach a certain website to spread a word about their website, do not in any condition, want their websites to gain any negative publicity/stamp/thoughts. Some work very hard during their days and come home at night to vent it out and for some it’s their livelihood. You can’t play around with that. They are all trying to follow the rules, but only due to some miscreants, everyone else comes under the scanner too.

My question comes for erotic poems – what are they? Offensive? In India it is. You get offended by even a slight mention of genitals no matter how subtly you do it. Or simple erotic writing? Are these a category that are automatically filtered out. I mean aren’t you killing content? Aren’t you debasing thoughts?

And what about people who yap about politics day in and day out, misinforming people, forming opinions with polling, and such? Is that acceptable? Is it moderated? And if not, why? When you moderate, I believe you are doing a social service. Then why doesn’t your work then include fending off bogus people who mean nothing but to spread false information?

What about foul and indecent language? Do rants count for blogs?

Now to make my side clear, I don’t do any of the above. I write about personal stuff, things that don’t need moderation and yet, I may as well be waiting for a few days before I start using the aforesaid blog networking platform. But these are a lot of questions that need answering.

This also raises a lot of questions about what kind of audience are we, the Indians. Aren’t we ready to read everything and not form an opinion about it and simply say good or bad? Why don’t I see such instructions/guidelines on the pages of other liberal countries? Why do we get offended so much? Why aren’t we liberal enough to simply pass a thought without judgement? Just say – nice words, powerful content, well put, well I see some grammatical errors! People don’t write to get validated all the time. Many a times, they are just fleeting thoughts that are put into words and words can be harsh, disrespectful, violent, erotic, just name a feeling and you have a word for it, well in English, most of them! You can’t keep getting offended by everything. We have to learn to let go until it really interferes with our working/process/thinking.

Think.

Note – This post isn’t particularly about any website. I’ve faced this moderation thing so many times in the past, in so many forms that this post was always on the cards!

I’ve Danced and Once!

I’ve danced and once. That was it and that’s it! I’m never doing it again.

We in India have a practice of leading the groom to the marriage hall and it’s one of the most festive occasions with lots of fun and lots and lots of dance. It’s so crazy that some faint, some need ice baths, some glucose water and energy drinks, and all of them look like they’ve arrived from a war when they finally reach the ceremony site! This part of the marriage is called a “Baaraat“. Yes they are “AAAAA” sounds (open your mouth out wide and just make a sound) on both sides of the “R”.

The dancing is the craziest part. I enjoyed it thoroughly when people and relatives danced madly for me in my marriage and I danced too, for myself, but most, who saw it, would say I looked more electrically shocked than a dancer, and even I refrain from calling it a dance. It was absolutely no holds barred. My brother made it his occasion though. He danced throughout the Baaraat and had to get his lungs pumped for air later, so tired was he. But it was terrific. I couldn’t have loved it more. But his advantage was always a lean body and that somehow he always got his moves gelled together beautifully.

In the image featured with this post, you’ll see a boy in a grey suit in the center. That’s my Brother and that was the madness that night!

Not me!

I am shy. I so hate my dancing skills that I’d rather even not talk about them. But as I am to talk about them in this daily prompt, I’ll say I’m slow, crawler, who moves like a sloth. Someone asked me then – “All prepped up for Baaraat?”. I started sweating profusely at the question itself. Oh how will I survive that ordeal?

The answer, as I’d come to know it, was in my mind itself. I understood the meaning of the term “Let Go” that night! It just ticked. I heard it tick. I think I’m understating it a bit. It was a ticking bomb waiting for that perfect condition. The songs were already playing and I saw a few of my relatives starting to gather between the commotion. I knew this was it. The volume rose, the beats started, and so did my feet. I didn’t care what song that was. After the first couple of moves, I thought it wasn’t difficult and people kind of expected me to dance that night. It was my brother’s marriage!

And once I started, I don’t remember stopping or pausing except for water breaks. I danced till the brothers from the girl side finally carried him into a prayer on their shoulders. And then we danced some more! I remember one of my better friends coming to meet me and I hugged him when suddenly my legs went numb and I fell right on his feet! Damn!

I’ve never danced more and I’ve now danced enough! But I learnt a lot about myself then, lessons never to be forgotten!

Let’s see what others think about dancing and whether they are one 😉 –

  1. of dancing with strange men | Anawnimiss
  2. Throwback Thursday | Rima Hassan
  3. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance-Psychology Behind Moving Our Body | Journeyman
  4. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | Under the Monkey Tree
  5. Dancers in the Barren | Exploratorius
  6. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
  7. Let’s Dance! Daily Prompt | alienorajt
  8. DP Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | Sabethville
  9. Dancing On The Beach | The Ambitious Drifter
  10. Let’s Get Our Legs Bruised | Knowledge Addiction
  11. Flamenco | Foto Challenge
  12. Daily Prompt – Let’s Dance | I Hope You’re Taking Notes
  13. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | seikaiha’s blah-blah-blah
  14. Songs for Me and Only Me | Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | likereadingontrains
  15. Tip and The Daily Prompt: Mom Taught Me The Chaleston | The Jittery Goat
  16. in concert, there ought | y
  17. annie | yi-ching lin photography
  18. Dancing Insults My Intelligence | Bumblepuppies
  19. …put on your red shoes and dance the blues | thoughtsofrkh
  20. Ring My Bell | Greg Urbano
  21. Full speed ahead | Crap I Blog About
  22. My Two Left Feet
  23. 269. Lord of the Dance | Barely Right of Center
  24. Cadence | La Gatita Oscura
  25. Put The Big Floppy Hat Down And Dance | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
  26. Jive… | Hope* the happy hugger
  27. Not Dancing | Maria For Real
  28. Daily Prompt: Dance | EmeraldCity
  29. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  30. WordPress daily prompt: Let’s Dance | I solemnly swear i am upto no good!
  31. Solace | Prose of the Frequently Amused
  32. Dance On! | Life Confusions
  33. Daily Prompt: Being a Dancer! | All Things Cute and Beautiful
  34. Daily Prompt: An Ode to Dancing Memories | melanielynngriffin
  35. Broken Dreams? | Tale of Two Tomatoes
  36. DP: Let’s Dance – As the End Draws Near | aliabbasali
  37. DANCING PAINTED PONIES | SERENDIPITY
  38. Happy 30th Birthday, Daddy! | Beez Giftz
  39. Dance on and on and on and on | Emotional Fitness
  40. In the Mood | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
  41. Movement | The Land Slide Photography
  42. Memories of Dancing | Flowers and Breezes
  43. Daring to Dance in the Early Days | This Is Real Life
  44. Make them laugh | Life is great
  45. Yellow Shirts and the Hokey-Pokey | …Then Came Dance
  46. Dancing in the Kitchen | Monica’s Musings
  47. Daily Prompt: Dance | Different Isn’t Wrong, It’s Just Different
  48. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | kimmcnulty
  49. Dancing with Dreams | snapshotsofawanderingheart
  50. Chubby Cheeks & Chubby Checker | bemuzin
  51. On the Road to Regionals… Literally! | It’s a wonderful F’N life
  52. Alley Cat | The Zombies Ate My Brains
  53. Daily Prompt: Doing the Hustle | Morrighan’s Muse
  54. Dance to the rhythm in your heart | sunny side dreamers
  55. Dance: Daily Post | Destino
  56. Dance your Dreams Out | Nerd.Laugh.Love
  57. Dance Dance Baybee!! | My pitter patter wordfaLL 🙂
  58. Feb Photo Challenge 27 | Queenie
  59. Waltzing Mildred | Musings of a Soul Eclectic
  60. LET’S DANCE! | Francine In Retirement
  61. Dancing With Girls! | My Musings | WANGSGARD.COM
  62. dancing days | eastelmhurst.a.go.go
  63. Good Old Mountain Music | Menimèse Creare
  64. Movement- Daily Prompt | The Rider
  65. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance |
  66. You Lost WHAT On The Dance Floor?! | I AGREE with you but…
  67. Dancing On My Own… | Cabernet In The Dark
  68. The Lament | Blue Loft
  69. Let’s dance | Fictionalism
  70. … Remember that scene in Hitch? | The Bohemian Rock Star’s “Untitled Project”
  71. Motivation: What Should I Do With My Life? | Mirth and Motivation
  72. DP: Movement | An old fart back in school
  73. My Earliest Memories of Dance | Woven Stars & Chocolate Bars
  74. Let’s Dance | An Accountant and a Mum
  75. Daily Prompt – Movement – Gracious |
  76. A Dancer’s Life Cycle | The Book of Shayne
  77. The Blog Farm | Motivation: What Should I Do With My Life?
  78. When Bowie Asks You to Dance, You Dance! | snippets and words
  79. Dance Dance Revolution | meg lago
  80. Daily Prompt: Dance Dance Dance | Life’s So Sweet
  81. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | Yowza, Here We Go!
  82. The next big thing | Trucker Turning Write
  83. Move | fifty5words
  84. Daily Prompt: Movement | That Montreal Girl
  85. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance – Dancin’ with Myself | SA:ME (사메)
  86. Lawrence Welk and the Potion of Dance
  87. My DJ Dance Jukebox from Heaven | Kosher Adobo
  88. Lux
  89. b-girl | peacefulblessedstar
  90. Halloween Dance 1979 | 365 Days of Thank You
  91. MOVEMENT: A Mighty Move! | The Christian Gazette
  92. What are your earliest and fondest memories of dance? | askgrampa
  93. Dance Like Nobody’s Watching | Wiley’s Wisdom
  94. Just Keep Your Head Above | Wiley’s Wisdom
  95. Doing the Dance (knowing when to step forward and when to step back) | Love, Support, Educate, Advocate, Accept…
  96. Tradition | Wanderlein

Daily Prompt – I Won’t Bribe!

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I’ve made mistakes. Who doesn’t? I’ve said it time and again – mistakes are the first step to learning. Mistakes make people of high character. People who make mistakes and learn are of reliable virtues. They have seen life and learnt from it. I have never regretted a single mistake in my life. I have sooner or later only learnt from them. That has made me strong. I don’t boast very high of myself but whatever I do, I almost always say that I’m responsible and reliable. I let people depend upon me. I don’t mind it.

I made one such mistake in most dire of my time. So desperate was I that it felt tough to raise my eyes and face myself in the mirror. I knew it belonged to me but it just wouldn’t make me feel it. Watching damned movies at home, passing my time when nothing was in my hands. My desperation had dissolved my confidence to tears. It kept eluding me. I had done my best and yet something somewhere was wrong. I had stepped on someones tail and he was avenging it.

I tried bribing. An enemy enacting a friend got my trust and I shoved a lot of my dads hard-earned money in his hands to let me have what rightfully belonged to me – success. A month passed, 2 passed but by then I knew I stood duped. Nothing came to me. Neither the money back nor the success. I had dealt a wrong hand and had lost the bet. I got my punishment though. 2 more failures beckoned only to make the taste of success even sweeter.

What did I learn from this? I was only fighting time. It was only a test of time to test my patience, to make me see the ebb of the human character – my character. I fought time. I fought adversaries like only I could. I learnt a lot about myself. I learnt a lot about my family and friends (that I don’t have many).

How would I like to do it over? I know I can’t. All I know is life has thrown a lot worse than that at me and I’ve stood tall. I still look menacing. I’m still destructive. I’m just harder to hit. For I’ve learnt and learnt to get back up when all seems to be over. I seek positives, despise the negatives. I won’t bribe. I stand against corruption!

Spitters

Spitters, Spitters, Spitters, how do you do it at home?

Where do you find corners in your house to waylay your bubble filled thick mucus? YUCK!

Do you know it stinks? Do you know it’s unhygienic and it doesn’t dry as easily as water does? It keeps collecting dirt and filth all over it and it stays there.

I don’t know about other countries, but in India, we eat paan (hindi) or tambulam pungi falam (sanskrit) and have a really filthy habit of spitting out it juices all around us or anywhere we find a corner, or on the road. It leaves red stains all over, makes the roads, corners, surroundings dirty and in my opinion, it should be made illegal to spit out paan in the open in India.

But whichever country, where do you spit at home? Do you hang around windows or doors or gardens or flower pots all the time or are you a hygienic person and carry a separate dustbin just for the purpose?

In any case, doesn’t it leave you with too much to do and make you cumbersome?

The ultimate question is – WHY SPIT AT ALL? I DON’T AND I’M STILL ALIVE!

Daily Prompt: Predictions

I looked up July 30th and seriously nothing came to my mind. No special days for near and dear ones. No serious events pointing towards Indians, nothing memorable but lets just make it a landmark for this year.

Heres my resolution for July 30th 2014 –

I’ll take that day off. Hope people reading this post understand what it means for an Indian Software Engineer working in India to take a leave on a Wednesday. It means I’ll have to get a day of my life scrutinized even further by my boss. It means that I’ll either spend my day with my wife or alone.

July is one of the hottest months of the year in Delhi. That reminds me that July 30th 2012 was one of the two worst days of our lives. That’s when 7 states in the Northern India were left without power due to multiple power grid failures. We were forced to scout for malls to eat extraordinarily costly meals, go to bowling alleys, bowl senselessly to pass time so we could spend our day time in the air conditioners and save the inverter from draining off all power and we could sleep that night. I remember those dark nights. No number of baths helped. They were sweaty and stinky. I hope no such day occurs this year.

I hope in that sweltering heat this year, me and my wife get to enjoy a new working air conditioner sipping root beers and eating excellent food.

I want my credit to start rolling again. So I’ll be sitting pretty on some amount of savings which will guarantee a lot of peace in my mind and hope I get to see my wife wake up beside me. FYI… she’s away on a trip now and hope this is her last to last for such an extraordinary time – 3 months away from me to recuperate alone and heal with nature. She needed it. I hope I look straight into her eyes that morning and tell her how I’m head over heels in love with her and she smiles. I hope we have a lovely breakfast outdoors and are home by early noon. I hope we make out through the afternoon and I take her to a surprise dinner (which isn’t a surprise anymore) to celebrate a better year in our marriage.

I hope I’m fitter than what I am now, even a few kilos off would do. I want to stand on a weighing machine and smile. I hope my wifes work starts blooming but she takes her day off as well. I hope I start saving either for a car or a home. I wanna go to an ATM that day and smile at my bank balance. I hope we watch a movie in a theater and I would buy her something – footwear or something.

Well why am I planning so much for a senseless day as July 30th? ‘coz it may be important to a million others on this planet and lets share our happiness, spread some smiles by being happy and respectful.

Champ – Arvind Kejriwal

Does his sense of humor match mine? Does his demeanor match mine? I don’t know and I’ll never know ‘coz I don’t want to know. Thing is, he has become so candid just like me. Yes I’m talking about Arvind Kejriwal and yes, I’m comparing him with me. Frankly for the first time I feel like I have the power to compare myself with him. He wants to give a lot of power to a common man and that in my opinion is the crux of both his party’s so-called “ideology” and mine too.

He is trying to give people of the  largest democracy in the world something they have stopped dreaming about. We the people have become such slaves to this system that going against it isn’t even thought of. For people as kinky as I am, I think I should take it more positively. But I don’t for righteousness comes before anything to me. Be right for everyone by being right for yourself. Think of everyone’s interests before just the thing thats laid down by this world. It brings harmony to the surroundings but never be wrong to anyone.

I just watched Arvind Kejriwal interviewed  and scrutinized by one of the cruelest journalists in India – Barkha Dutt. She is not a Arnab Goswami. Her firmness never strays even when she goes soft. Thats the art of journalism I guess. She is a champ at journalism and Arvind Kejriwal – a Champ at kills.

I said, he is candid and I think I know where this comes from. It comes from an extravagant understanding of the country’s bull-shit and corrupt politics and that he knows exactly what they’ll thrown at him next – his competitors. That’s the precise reason why he’s never at sea against any question even when he is trying to be fair to everyone. He is repugnant to all his opposition only for his forthrightness. He has pinpointed the problems that the system faces.

Whatever he does, it’s good or so it seems. And the true motive of his party can only come to the fore when he has stayed his course and so has his party. He says his party may be a mix of conflicting opinions but they joined each other to get a single goal – clean and completely uncorrupt politics.

And I totally back him for it. And if need be – his party too!

Don’t visit India

Don’t ever visit India for we don’t deserve you. If you are a man, you will be looted, made a fool of and left to rue your decision and if you are a woman, you are about to enter hell for none of your body parts are safe from scratches, fondling and some may even go through the worst nightmare – rape!

A country that’s not safe for even its own woman, can’t be safe for foreign women who bring in extra charm, trust and a free (and sometimes forlorn) sense of adventure. You are all vulnerable unless you are very confident of your self-defense techniques, techniques that may help you snatch them balls out of those nut sacks!

Our tourism may get hit but who cares! All they care for is money and they’ll for sure make a hell lot even without the tourism from one or the other scams. They’ll kill, oppress the weak and still leave you to live so they can repeat the process without any resentment.

Don’t ever pity us for we don’t deserve that either. Our women endure this shit everyday. They are used to it and maybe they can, but don’t do a shit about it. We have fallen prey to our own judicial system. It just doesn’t help us.

Some are starting to open up about mis-happenings with them trusting our media but who’s to care then too? Government has started giving a blind eye and a deaf ear to people who cry for help. Police is assigned but what they do is sheer harassment. Around a 100 of them would cower over you and ask you the same fucking question over and over – How did it happen? Like it’s kind of jovial story to tell and people would drink a beer and make merry over it. And then a big boss would arrive who would at start show a lot of compassion and sympathy but quickly starts seeking avenues to make some quick bucks if the case seems rather small and meek to stand a trial.

It’s pathetic and ugly once it happens but once it goes to police, it becomes dirty too. No one stands to support us but ourselves and we have to stand up for it but my heartiest plea is to people who are not from India, please make sure to start scratching India from your favorite destinations if you are a woman planning to travel alone here. No place or person is safe for we have been given a middle finger on our faces.

India Loses – Again and why!

The third ODI between India and Australia brought with it the memories of the same old frail days when Sachin and Saurav under their captaincy struggled to conjure up the fifth bowler. They were blessed with a few better ones at that then – Kumble, Srinath, Venkatesh Prasad and later an in-form Harbhajan Singh.

Yesterday I could get a glimpse about why Dhoni has to remain so pro-active on the field with his bowling changes. Let me admit it first by the way – he is one of the best captains to have led India ever, simply for perfectly utilizing his under-performing resources and yet ending up on the winning side. Many a times, it has been sheer luck that has favored him but like yesterday, when luck totally deserted him, so did his small little brain as was pointed out by Shashi Tharoor in his tweet right after India lost the match – “Questions for MSD: Why was Kohli given an over when regular bowlers had enough2spare? Why Ishant¬ Vinay for 48th over when VK had 2 left?”.

While it’s totally immaterial to tell you now, how I kept hopping in my home yelling the same thing over and over, it needs to be signified amongst all of this that how an under-performing Ashwiin becomes a liability in the Indian bowling line-up. He needs to be given a long break to get this one simple fact correct in his head – that he is an off-spinner first and then anything else. Looking good while batting will not make up for the fact that it was Dhoni’s lost confidence in him that he had to wait for half of the Australian innings to get wrapped up before the ball was thrown at him. I have no clue what keeps going inside his head as was pointed out by Gavaskar and Sivaramakrishnan during their commentary stint in one of Ashwin’s over. Six balls were bowled – and all of them were different. One of them was scathed for a boundary too. What’s worth pointing out is how his stock delivery, the off-break never goes for more than a run or two while all his stop-go motions let the crowd revel in the glory of impending sixes to come. He never got to complete his quota of his 10 overs because Dhoni knew he couldn’t be made to. Dhoni also inside his head knew that this target was never safe for he would have known what Faulkner could do with the bat. Ashwins (dis)array of deliveries almost lands Dhoni in soup with his field placements too. And while Dhoni would keep his CSK mate motivated right through his bowling, all that it seems to accomplish is give him freedom to throw bullshit at right handed batsman (that most of the Australian batsmen are) who are happy to cart him for sixes of mind-boggling deflating lengths.

Another problem that Dhoni is facing is under-utilization of Yuvraj. He can’t be made to look like a fool for Dhoni has himself conceded that the least pressure will be applied on Yuvraj as it’s his comeback series. Yet I don’t see any reason for Yuvraj why he can’t take the onus upon himself and not get out the same way in 2 matches out of three. Why do you have to jump in your crease while playing a ball that is short enough only to come to your chest in your normal stance. Isn’t that a ball worth leaving? Hasn’t Yuvraj been a good player of short deliveries? Since when did he start getting bogged down by the likes of Mitchell Johnsons and their short pitched barrage of bowling?

Another problem that Dhoni has called upon himself is giving Raina a stationary post at number 4. Why? Raina is only good enough to play old balls when they don’t jump to his chest else he loses his shape playing the short deliveries. It was a very good point raised by Gavaskar again yesterday that he should be playing short deliveries in front of his right shoulder and not the left one. That way he would have a better chance to dab a ball down to leg side than having to fend at them. My advice to him would be the same as Haydens – You have to decide in your career whether you want to play the short ball. If you decide not to, always leave them. It’s a simple enough decision. Only one bouncer is allowed in an over and you can play the other five balls to their merit.

Still keeping up with the issue of batting at number 4, I think it needs a more solid batsman than Yuvraj or Raina. They are both number 5 batsmen who can come in later in the innings and pavé way for Dhoni to cart the opposition bowling for sixes while staying with him all along. Both these batsmen have terrible weaknesses in their batting when they are new at the crease and these shortfalls will only make them look foolish on pace friendly Australian wickets. Mold someone like Pujara or Rahane for that place to take on more responsibility and play sensibly at number 4 to stabilize the ship when its sinking or make headway for hitters when the winds are sailing for you. They are not supposed to hit out.

While there will always be points to ponder for Dhoni about his batting, it’s his bowling department that needs a serious rethinking. Him and Joe Dawes have to sit down and see bowlers for the future. Bhuvaneshwar Kumar has kept him in good stead in non-swinging conditions by not leaking runs on batting friendly tracks but Vinay Kumar totally gives away all that he does in his initial overs by bowling short on slow Indian pitches in the death overs. By doing that he simply sets up the ball to be hit anywhere in the park and any good enough batsman from even Bangladesh would do that – leave alone pace loving Australians who have bred on short pitched bowling. Ishant Sharma has to go. He’s simply not a capable enough bowler to spearhead any bowling attack in this world. Zaheer Khan should be brought back along with Umesh Yadav. A team can only play 1 swing bowler in a team which plays majority of its cricket in non-swinging conditions. Jaidev Unadkat should be given sparring games to never let him forget the taste of international cricket.

A lot has to be learnt from yesterdays defeat and Dhoni would be ill-advised to keep up his adamant stand at playing certain players in the team. Because they simply aren’t good enough to hold their places in the Indian team. Dhoni also has to understand that whatever went right for him yesterday may not persist in the future like Virats belligerent form and himself and Jadejas miserly bowling. Shikhar Dhawan and Rohit Sharma have to make sure that they keep providing starts on a regular basis, for this team doesn’t need another case of Sehwag – a bull who could never be controlled and who could never control himself.

Come On boys. This Australian team is easily beatable. Don’t let this series get away from hands at the price of unnecessary persistence with rubbish players.

P.S. – Sourav Ganguly – please stop calling SHIKHAR Dhawan as SHEKHAR Dhawan. You sound moron.

No heavy showers in Delhi for another week: Met department

No heavy showers in Delhi for another week: Met department – The Times of India.

Now that the MET department has said it, I think we better start carrying our umbrellas around!

From alcohol to kites: An A to Z guide to the Islamic Republic of ‘Banistan’

 

These are amongst the few things banned in Pakistan!

Click on any of the images to read the original article.

Unforgettable past – Jabalpur

There’s a lot of your past you wish you could forget – like erased blank… swish… wiped off of your memory slate. Then there is your past that you just can’t forget. Not that it affects you but its a huge burden on your brain to carry and you wish you could just write it off onto your blog for good. The latter is what this post is about.

Cues:-

Summer vacations.

Trains.

Food.

Stations.

Forests.

Rails.

Rivers.

Toy cars.

A huge house.

Lots of people.

The compulsory siesta.

Playful evenings.

Watering.

Food.

Kulfi (Sweet Indian summer delicacy).

Rains.

A lot of people around will find these dots really easy to connect. I want to write it out ’cause I don’t want to retain them yet remember them forever – kind of memoir to myself – only for my personal use. These are recollections from (last) – a 13-year-old fat boy who diluted a relationship on a very bad note and will regret it forever for he never got say the final adieu.

His summer vacations would last for about 75 days as these were the hottest months in his part of the country. All he knew was it was time for indoor afternoons and fun & frolicking evenings with no homework, coolers, mangoes, lychees, lots of sleep, lots of cricket, ludo, carom, puzzle, TV, cartoons, video games. Just him and his brother enjoying and playing with each other. It was a time for all heavenly stuff. Things he never knew, he would love so much but that he would get berated off forever. These days often arrived after he had received his gift for his stand-out performances in school exams – HotWheel cars, cycle, carom board and many others like these. He would be very happy to board the train for that familiar destination. No matter how many times he had been there, it was always fresh for he knew no other world and these represented the only two worlds that he spent his childhood in.

You gotta give it to the place – Jabalpur, Madhya Pradesh, India! Place which gave the world one of the most beautiful scenery in Bhedaghat on the river Narmada. A river bank located purely on marbles! It’s beautiful – the air itself is pure – rather was pure (just been to the place after 11 years and felt a bit let down).

Lets start off with the journey to the place. He couldn’t wait to get inside the train. To get the smell of puri-sabzi at the first station and to feel the wind on his face. To look at the train engines which according to him were a miracle that he could watch everyday on his drive to his school. The rails and the train itself were such a mystery for that small, young mind that he couldn’t (till he got Google) ever fathom how the trains even turned!! The sound of the wheels chugging below his feet, the smoke from the engine entering his nostrils (no matter how gross it would feel to others, he would forever relish that smoke), the sight of the trees passing him by at the speed of light, occasional huts, fields and rails cutting each other running along his train. And then would come the sight he still dreads – a bridge on the river Tawa. The bridge apparently had been labelled dangerous by Indian Railways standards and he would always feel that the train would fall off especially as the bridge had no rails on both the sides. Nothing but a very tall height to fall into. And in between this, a far away sight of a dam. He would always wonder what that dam would look like when in full flow. Never to be experienced though. A lot of stations would pass through for that young mind to remember but he would remember things that made a direct impact on his coming life. He would remember each bridge, each platform, each fort and the smell of each one of them distinctly fresh.

Once he started to near the destination, the air of anticipation would raise the anxiety in his heart for what new and novel would surprise him this time in his second world. Nothing, nothing ever. For nearly 9 years or more on a trot, he would see no significant change. The same route always led him to the same house. The same marketplace, the same buildings, the same under-bridge greeted him. A perfect example of sustainability and persistense.

The house which still stands tall and huge – it reflected the late 80’s Indian modernism. It has seen various colors – white, pink, green and at one instance, he could also remember yellow. Six rooms on the ground floor divided by a wall with 2 doors to connect the 2 sections built with 3 rooms each. The first floor, built quite late is a replica of the section below from the ground floor with rooms that were larger. But no matter what you did and where you were in the house, it always gave the same feel everywhere every single time (wish I had some pictures).

Their welcome was always the same – Nani (maternal grand-mother) would shower them with holy Ganga water and then the entry. Keep the luggage at the proper place and room. Then go about the chores in the house according to time you make an entry in it.

Coming to the chores, a typical day in that household would be something as follows:

Wake up… roll up your bed… place it at its proper place… brush the teeth and freshen up… then it was a choice to either sit with Nanaji (maternal grand-father) and Naniji or go upstairs and have tea with a younger group which included Mama (moms bro), Mami ( Mamas wife) and their children. It was a happening group and he would prefer spending time with anyone but would prefer a place where his mother would prefer to be. Then after a heavy breakfast would be time for a bath in the cold water in the Indian summer… somehow the water always suited him more than any place else. A very clean feel after a bath. Then was the time for indoor games played between all brothers and sisters. This would normally be the time women around would engage in their household works, men would leave for office and Nanaji would spend time reading the newspaper. Games would often include Boggle, ludo, carom and sometimes if the noon was cooler, some cricket as well. He would never forget the days when all of them brothers and sisters would play together in the small porch and the sisters would just cower into corners so they don’t have too get involved in the game. Fun times they would stay. The afternoons comprised of a mandatory siesta. No exceptions for anyone in the household. No sounds. No lights. He hated that period. For he could hardly wait for evenings that would include a heavy dose of cricket, dust, dirt. No matter who would play against him, he would have had to face the boys wrath with the bat. Then return home, for now would be the time for watering the garden and the plants using the water from the hand pumps. This was the best part of his days. The freedom that was allowed to him to perform this chore would be something he would sorely miss all through his life – but he didn’t know it then. All he knew was porch was hot and plants needed water. Water the plants. Then would be turn to get drenched in the same water. This was time to get wet. To get wild with and in water. Unforgettable freshness. Change and then would be the time for dinner. Supper supper supper… super super super… nothing could beat that food for it was his mother that would cook the rotis, dal, veggies and rice. This was normally the time when Mama would return home and after dinner, he would often buy us kulfis. This would also be the time when the entire family would come out into the porch and walk for a while all the while laughing at jokes cracked. In the mean time, the siblings would find time to swing in a swing. It was built to carry at max 4 people at a time, was sturdy and brought with it the feeling of a drowning night. An awesome day was over. Now was the time to show the mosquitoes the power of Baygon. Complete house would get a dose of it. Satisfied with the results, each member would bring their bed and would face absolutely no problem in laying down and sleeping but not before Mama would make his presence felt again. He would make each of the siblings kneel in line on the beds and make them repeat the mantra – La Ila… Il Lil La… Mohammed-e-Rasgullah. Fun it was and it would repeat 60 of the 75 days he would spend there.

He particularly waited for Sundays. They were usually the days when Mama would take them all for a swim in the river Narmada – Gwarighat. Back then, the way to the river was through a jungle, a sparsely populated area. Upon arrival they had to cross the river on a boat which was an absolutely out of the world feeling. To feel the river on his palms would heighten his anticipation of how water would feel like. It was truly amazing! Take off all your extra clothes, get down to your bare essentials and jump into the river. This was where he learnt to swim and he would forever respect the man who taught him to swim (Mama) and the river for letting him learn to swim in it. A good 2-3 hours of frolicking in the water would barely leave him with any energy and when out, they would all dress again and cross the river again on a boat. The sinking feeling of the separation from water would forever lure the boy. But life had to move on and to the next shop upstairs on the ghat. The shop where Mama would make each one of them indulge into Bhajiyas and laddus. He would then be totaled. Even with absolutely nothing left in his body to endure the remaining of the day, he would remain jubilant and never know that he was tired to shit pieces. The first foot on the bed when home, would cover his body with the most tantalizing freshness of a sleep so richly deserved (or thats what he thought).

There had to be days when he had to go and meet his father’s family members. It was normally a day worth of affair and spent peacefully. They were nothing special except for some cricket that he would get to play with his elder brothers.

He loved it and would forever love it. Those days would define his character for the rest of his life. He would learn a lot from those days but the best lesson was – hard work always tastes bitter but reaps sweet rewards.

The child has grown up to be 29 now but nothing would make him forget his longing for the water and he would still dream in red!

In pictures: Calcutta in the 1970s

BBC News – In pictures: Calcutta in the 1970s.

This really is a treasurable collection of old admirable pictures from the biggest city of eastern India. Complete nostalgia for people who would have gone through the era and a lot of visual general knowledge for people like me who were not even born then!

Gujarat Riots – Crimes against women

Gujarat Riots – Crimes against women

Since last few days, I’ve been hearing and reading a lot about what has happened in Delhi Gang Rape case. The gruesomeness of the incident is absolutely hair raising. But my limit about various other cases was brought to light when a friend sent me this link. I’ve had my share of guilt to live with men who can be this brutal in handling women. Please read this.

’China to emerge world’s largest N-power generator by 2020’

Business Line : News / International : ’China to emerge world’s largest N-power generator by 2020’.

These 2 countries – India and China are two of the world’s heaviest users of coal and the way we are eating into our natural reserves, it’s high time that we start producing efficient energy in huge quantities else they will not even be able to build them nuclear plants on their own. Nuclear energy, although unsafe when used unethically, can be a great boon for mankind and should be regularized and customized for our day to day needs to make it more practical and all the more powerful.

Can the world keep its promises on schools?

 

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Guess what! India is ahead in atleast one of the fields where rest of the world lags – child education! A mammoth 20% increase in the number of child enrollments in primary education! Brilliant head-start! African countries are being held up the most, probably due to infrastructure limitations but then there should have been South Africa that should have led the revolution but they are one of the poorest performers – I’m amazed at the figures. The figures themselves reveal a sad story even with so much progress. A mere 20% progress in 10 years? Are we in stone age or just loathed in indulgence with no moral responsibility towards the backward classes. Everyone should have done their bit. Children are the foundation of any nation and ignoring their education will lead developing nations like India to go backwards rather than forward. Children establish the identity of the nation amongst the world. We should care for them. Just today Supreme Court released a notice saying every working child should be enrolled in a primary school. A head start I must say!