Indian Democracy !... a mere joke of Indian Policticians !

Latest news states that probably Afzal won't be hanged tomorrow. And that puts Indian democracy under politics. Probably i should feet shame in saying that India is a greatest and biggest "Democracy" of the world. A democracy which has become a mockery in the hands of people like Jammu and Kashmir chief minister Farooq Abdullah who told CNN-IBN that India will "go up in flames" if Afzal was hung.

A terrorist has supporter, in spite that india has many more problem to be resolved and such terrorist attach and spl to "Indian parliament" is a blant on indian face. Depite this politicians like him are supoorting him and made this a communal issue. That's very true that after this he has secured his next election votes and created enough sympathy among those who supports Afzal on any perspective. Probably they are blind enough to ignore such a daring act to make indian flag go down.

Day by day such act of Indian politicians are proving fact that they do everything for votes only. And that means literaly anything.

शहर की इस दौड़ में दौड़ के करना क्या है?

शहर की इस दौड़ में दौड़ के करना क्या है?
जब यही जीना है दोस्तों तो फ़िर मरना क्या है?

पहली बारिश में ट्रेन लेट होने की फ़िक्र है
भूल गये भीगते हुए टहलना क्या है?

सीरियल्स् के किर्दारों का सारा हाल है मालूम
पर माँ का हाल पूछ्ने की फ़ुर्सत कहाँ है?

अब रेत पे नंगे पाँव टहलते क्यूं नहीं?
108 हैं चैनल् फ़िर दिल बहलते क्यूं नहीं?

इन्टरनैट से दुनिया के तो टच में हैं,
लेकिन पडोस में कौन रहता है जानते तक नहीं.

मोबाइल, लैन्डलाइन सब की भरमार है,
लेकिन जिग्ररी दोस्त तक पहुँचे ऐसे तार कहाँ हैं?

कब डूबते हुए सुरज को देखा त, याद है?
कब जाना था शाम का गुज़रना क्या है?

तो दोस्तों शहर की इस दौड़ में दौड़् के करना क्या है
जब् यही जीना है तो फ़िर मरना क्या

The world is changing !! For better ???

It was a bleak morning in Bangalore. The clouds were heavy; the breeze cold. And as usual, I was missing being in Alwar at this point in time. Diwali is approaching at the speed of thoughts and the distance from family and some few close friends is seemingly making me upset.

I remember my school days and days when i used to run a bicycle on the roads to reach to some pre-determined destinations. And festivel season like this were the only time when you can sleep for hourse without getting distrubed. A long list of deliverables and desires and lot many unmet needs were the norms than exceptions.

After so many years when i look back to those days i really feel "Ye dolat bhi le lo ye shorat bhi le lo" and getting back to those precious days.

And than comes a nice SMS from Hutch ! .. celeberate this Diwali, send SMS to your close ones !
Ahh... the world has changed really and for good reason ... ??? .. might be for the bad reason even. The change is inevitable and therefore has to be for many of not so good reasons.

The distance has been shortened, getting into a flight used to be my dream but after spending 6 months in my internship and having travelled for more than 23 times and than in job 4 times which makes the count nearly 30 in a single year. The other dream of spending some time abraod even doesn't seem quite convincing. And now the dream have become a mere poor reality.

The world is changing as i said for many good reason and bad. A recent news of using "Google Earth" by Maharsthra farmers to prove government that they are developing the furtile land. The promotion of "Gandhigiri" by "Lage Rahon Munna Bhai" and thus leading to rememberence of much forgotton "Gandhi" and bringing him into stream not for blaming him for "Dry Day" but for many good reason. Increase sale of "Khadi" and another political stunt of Narendra Modi of making some purchase along with other member of BJP in gujarat of "Khadi" seems dramatic now. As presented in Munnabhi Gandhi is not just for political purpose but the ideology has remained fruitful in many ways. Like this SMS

"Gandhi ne bolda hain: Koi tumhe SMS kare na kare tum use SMS karte rahon, Ek din uski aatma jaroor jagegi , or ek din wo jaroor SMS karega "

Inferences like this is reflecting the creativity of today's youth or is it ??

Well now even the needs are changing and even the "Big Bazaar" seems to get failed in serving the market. we need more aakhir "Ye dil mange More". And probably now we need Walmart to fulfill our desire. The shoppring malls have become the best hang out place in a city and meeting spot. The spot where you can find most of the love-birds chirpling over certain nonsense but something that can engage them for hours.

I've no bad feelings for those who got to do this. After all "it's my life". But is it leading to something ... God Knows !

This technology driven socitety which is known for using the latest electronic gadgets without having need of it, or without knowing the uses of it. I've not bad feeling for those also who have money to waste on this also but the life has become a joke and after watching a movie like "Zindgi Rocks" it seems that "Zindgi Sucks" and sucks badly .... as they say that's the tradedy of life... like sucks but **** doesn't !:)

But this not so good technology also leading to global warming effect, pollution, geo-poilitical to name a few.

The money has become more liquid, thus more disposable income to dispose in a more inconvenient fashion which looks like you are having fun in large nonsenses but sooner or later you will realize how good is it to be a "God of Small Things" !

Till than bye-bye !

Losing a cellphone !... it hurts really !

Week after week is proving my uselessness in this world. Incidents after incidents are smiling on me and making my belief more stronger and stronger.

This day also bumped a nail into my coffain. M dying through this feeling of being useless to all, to everyone. Strange but a true fact of my life. I 've lost my not too old cellphone .. i was about to celeberate it's second month and than i realized that travelling in a public bus in a city like bangalore can be too much costlier than taking a auto which charges a skyrocketed price. Once you are into the auto it seems as if the crude oil prices have already hit $200/barrel and the world is out of oil so you are obliged to pay that a huge sum or is it just being a "North Indian" factor. Well whatever may be today m ralizing that paying few more bugs to auto is more safer than spending less bugs in the BMTC buses and losing your precious things.

Unleashing my cooking talent !

Uff ! After a highly exhaustive week full of success and failure (Oops ! did i tell you about one more company kicking my ass off to make the count to 4 of my highly unsuccessful interviews. God saves my poor current employer who still believes that i am the choosen one ), a week full of hopes and loss, a week proving again my weekness, a week showing again balls to me and bringing me down to my knees, a week when i am again out of money (By now my friends might have started thinking twice before lending me money )

After such a week how it feels to spend a friday night after drinking "Bacardi Breezer" and spending off the first few bucks quickly out of salary. Probability is high that by now you might have started thinking in the right direction. On the top of it the reality that you gonna have a nice weekend comprising sat,sun following a holiday on "Gandhi Jayanti" ( Here also Gandhi saved a poor soul like me as we have dry day on this occassion. But i am damn dried (a rare phenomenon now-a-days), specially after such a week. God i am tired. Damn tired).

Well ! But fortunately if you are in a city called "Bangalore" than the beautiful weather of this city with pathetic infrastructure workd magic for you. And it worked out to me even.

After a hide-and-seek game played between "Sun" and "Clouds" (carrying water), it was clouds who won the game and their pouring champagne made us mad. Now think of an idea when your friends only girlfriend roll-off the idea of "Bread-Pakoda". Yummmmmieee i Love it !

But i didn't realize that soon i am going to unleash my hidden talent. But the idea was too mouth watering that in no time with a deep puff i started buying few raw-materials like Bread, corn flour etc.

And now here we go to make a beautiful evening more delicious.... After one more puff (I am generous enough not to smoke in front of my friend's girlfriend, so i had to go out).... I heard something knocking my earbands and yes that was my frind's voice !

"Come here, see how it tastes !"

And to my fastest possible speed i forced my butt (and of-course my entire body) into kitchen to find a couple struggling with "Break-Pakoda".

I saw my friend carrying a supposed to be pakoda, which resembles nothing more than a thin corn flour laye covering a poor bread forcing to it behave like break-pakoda. The pathetic condition of this poor bread led me to try my luck with something different, something unusual ... The Bread Pakoda recepie.

It was damn big challenge for my poor soul ( Poor coz it might have started hating me for my continuous failures). But I decided not to let it down atleast this time. After a much struggle and testing phase I with my friend pour one corn-flour layered bread into the hot oil pan. The winning smile on our faces were proportionate to the brownish color of “Bread-Pakoda”. And a last smile of joy came with a delicious pakoda.

All sincere thanks to my friend’s Girlfriend who helped me to unleash my hidden cooking talent (Probably by now my current employer should start thinking about employing “useless” me into cafeteria).

Thank you very much DEAR. Thank you very much for your intiative.