Well it’s been pretty long since I felt like writing anything and rite now it feels like ages. It’s not that I dint have anything to tell or as if I was having pretty uneventful life ( partially true) but still I am pretty sure I would have made it sound like helluva life with my overwhelming diction ( something I am very good at). It’s just that I had somewhat lost interest in expressing myself and that also on a blogosphere which was red hot back then as all the red carpet celebs had decided to cheapen their dignity when they started pulling off publicity stunts in this field too and I thought that maybe I should give it a break (at least some one should have his brain’s equanimity going ). As I sit down this hot afternoon to reclaim old lost passion I feel very rusty and still haven’t decided what I will write about (and still I pulled off 180 senseless words till now :P) and there are like million ideas hitting my tiny 2 pound brain and believe me as u go on reading further u will notice all my conundrums. It’s not that my blog gets million hits per second or like anyone told me to start writing again. (yippieee I got a topic to write on and now I don’t need to pull off anymore senseless words but be prepared for lot of rustiness if u still reading this).
My father (actually everybody’s father) says that what u become in life or how much u achieve in life depends a lot on whom u look up to (yes, I literally had to look up to talk to him as he lived in first floor and I in ground floor) as your friend or as your role model and I think I had chosen someone who was good enough if not best in lot (let’s not name him everybody knows who it was but still I couldn’t manage to be even 1 percent like him) but like sunflower and sun we too have had our season and it was time to say good bye to partner of some happy and so I did, but I realized that I was not ready for change and so pulled of kiddy ideas like putting photograph of 200401006 on my pc monitor but still I think these foolish acts define me as a person. So as the old wings flocked back for convocation I wish if I had power to stop time. Well all said and not done convocation weekend really turned out the way I expected and those three fun filled days were worth the months I waited. I had some first time experiences (please keep ur minds shut :P )and when it was all about to end I could not help but cry because that was probably the last time when I will see Tushar bhaiya some of the best friends.
I see a lot of changes that have taken place since I last wrote anything. India has seen barbaric act of terrorism when Mumbai was attacked and whole country was held hostage on gunpoint by a group of 10 goons and for 60 long hours I was feeling as if our democracy, security and intelligence count for nothing and for long time after I was annoyed by the way the issue was being handled and the derisory statements by Pakistani leaders and their barefaced denial of proofs that suggested they were actual planners of this inhuman act got me red hot in anger. Pakistan has not done anything till date except accepting the fact that attacks were result of their homegrown terror schools and as I write this Pakistan has done enough to prove that it is a failed state where anyone can ambush high profile delegates and then escape unscathed after staging dance of devil for 25 minutes. Pakistan leaders have got a bigmouth to blame India for all this but I feel sorry at their plight as their own people ridicule their blame tactics. I can go on and on with this topic but it will only help in arousing my anger.
Coming to my small world, well it has been a mixed bag. I have managed to hold on to my sports although most of the times I am alone on basketball court but still I don’t feel any drift from that game and so is the case with Roger Federer who might not be the number one player right now but for me will always remain the best ever and I don’t see any reason why he wouldn’t be on top again come what may and as I see many people around me trying to suggest otherwise I cannot help but give them wincing faces. My one significant achievement has been that I have read 3 novels during this time (actually I couldn’t stand the idea of reading novels before) and also I have opened up a bit to Hindi movies and songs and actually enjoyed watching some movies like Jab We Met, A Wednesday and Delhi 6 in particular. I found Delhi 6 good in all aspects, it had some thought provoking sequences and ideas like in which it was shown how “Prem Chopra” tries fix “Sonam Kapoor’s” marriage there is a news channel in background in which dialog is “ ab aap dekh rahe hain akhiri souda” it was just hilarious and portrayed hypocrisy prevalent in religious ranks and also some strong sequences. It shows how we Indian seek refuge in totally absurd news and concepts and how they manifest themselves into big problems and how we all fall prey to our inner daemons and at the end we Indians just are one when it comes to killing evils in existing society and it presents a true picture of Indian society which goes forward day by day but never forgets its roots.
I think I have still not sorted out my confusions but in short this time gave me some very important lessons for life and I at least one fight with each of my friends some of them still haven’t been sorted and many a times I feel like sorting it but things just don’t fall in place anyways as I write this I am filled with new energy to sort all issues and get back to life which I have been missing like hell. As I end this first attempt of reclamation I am just observing the highs and lows I have seen in my writing also just few months back I had my article published on Reuters website (it’s true guys.. I used to kickass in writing) and now here I am totally rusty and struggling to find a topic but I pray to god that I find old passion again. As the end draws near I just have few lines to say…. Well it’s some lines of a song from Delhi 6 which describe my state during this period.
Ooo ek khushboo aati thi
Main Bhatkta Jaata Tha
Reshmi Si Maaya Thi
Aur Mein Takta Jaata Tha
Jab Teri Gali Aayaa, Sach Kabhi Nazar Aayaa
Mujhme Hi woh Khushboo Thi, Jise Tune Milwaaya
Maula Maula Maulaa Mere Maula…
Maula Maula Maulaa Maula…
Darare Darare Hai Mathey Pe Maula
Marammat Muqaddar ki kardo Maula
Mere Maula….
Tootke Bhikharna Mujhko, Zaroor Aata hai
Varna Ibaadatwaala Shaur Aata Hai
Sajde Mein Rehne Do Ab Kahin Na Jaaongaa
Ab Jo Tumne Thukraaya To Sawar Na Paaongaa
Thursday, March 5, 2009
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