January 18th, I booked my slot to get a permanent driving licence. It is not exaggeration to say that in our local RTA office you find more brokers than normal people. People here are so lazy(not exactly, but busy) to stand in line and take the pain of filling in the applications.

There is some magic in this RTA office. I wonder about the intelligence these employees over here posses( more powerful than any barcode scanner). I’l tell you why and how.

Every counter over here is accessed only through a rat hole which is dug into a clean glass window. The guy on the other side with typical spectacles who rarely stares at ones face is busy glancing at the application form and copywriting the info into the system. But, B-U-T there are some hands over here which do not need any particulars! People with those hands are neatly called BROKERS. Excuse me! I am not making a mockery of the institution. The situation has decently improved though. But, the broker ZAMANA still prevails. That is the 1st stage of getting a driving licence. Thank the almighty i made it to the second stage in one sitting!

Here comes the crucial stage. Practical Driving TEST. It’s a test not on your driving ability but on your communication skills. It tests how better you understand the humans emotion for the urge of money. How best you deliver it!

Well I took the test, came out with a huge smile thinking that I drove carefully slowly and more importantly followed every single rule. This celebration of mine was obstructed by a constable who right away asked me to come after 10 days.

What the F. I asked him the reason. He said that I missed a track!  I was dumb struck I argued with him that I’ve done everything according to the book. But of no use. He took my father away, Woho I get it his hand started itching. My dad came back and told how giving  500 rupees to the constable would make me virtually complete the MISSED track and get my driving licence. If it was old me my hand straight away would reach my pocket for a 500 note. No , not this time! NOT AGAIN! Defiantly not NOW!

I jogged towards the constable, I shouted that I won’t pay a penny to him. I shouted right into HIS FACE! Yeah Right into his face, which drew attention of other people. He was on the Backfoot pretending that he has no idea on what i was shouting about. With all my documents in hand I stood there and again reinstated that I wont be going unless I get another chance to drive on the track(I want to prove myself, I don’t want to get a licence straight away!) My father had soothing words, the constable had warning words other people had Indian Juggard words(let go) to say to me. But I had only one word. Why the fuck did the constable asked me to bribe? Why am I not getting my duly deserved licence? I just had one word to say, give me another chance(if you think i failed in the 1st one).

And that’s how I got the 2nd chance. People, I’ve got only one thing to say, don’t be shy and afraid to stand out if there no mistake of yours if you are being denied of your rights. The era of giving roses and changing people is over. it’s the era of speaking out! Standing for what you believe in!..

..out

Ever wondered how routine our lives are?  same college, same friends, same dishes, listening to the same old songs in our iPod’s, sticking to same genre of movies. We are comfortable doing the same old things. The question is “WHY?”

Are we afraid of doing new things?  Meeting new people,trying new places? Changing the old? May be yes! We are afraid of  trying new things in life and changing the routine because we are so used to it to let it go. We refuse to change even though sometimes it is necessary. Why are we so afraid of changing?

Even the idea of trying a new dish, talk to new people scares us. Why? The thought of something unknown and something new scares us. Some one rightly said “Life beings at the end of your comfort zone!”

We are afraid to try a new dish because the fear of not tasting good catches us. The thought of attending a party scares us because there are so many “UNKNOWNS”. We fear to move away from that particular person because we are afraid how the life is going to be without a person you’ve loved so long. We fear new! We fear change!

But, that one step you take to do things differently, that one decision you take to meet new people.  That one thought that you want to try something NEW might change your lives in a way you’ve never imagined! Why don’t we try some thing new? Why stick to the old?

Go attend few parties, meet new people, try new dishes. Let go that person who is troubling you. Get rid your inhibitions. Because life is all about what you make it!

It’s your life! You are writer of your own story. Go make it!

November 20th :

Unlike my boring days, this day is pretty hectic. Had to drive a lot(loving these days) Driving in Hyderabad traffic is not an easy job. We are drained mentally and physically. It flexes all your muscles, including your MOUTH! Having said that, you can imagine the toll that our body takes.

Hence was pretty tired and slowly slipped into deep sleep.

November 21st

9 AM: It’s a usual morning, woke to the COOKER sound  in my neighbor’s  place. (Jobless like me cannot afford to sleep peacefully in these concrete jungles!) As part of my routine cleared my Bladder. Later, sat on the sofa with a news paper in a hand. Suddenly I realized that something is missing(Milk? Radio?) Oh no my parents!!

No one was shouting at me to brush, to bathe, to eat, which my mother usually does.  No body was asking me about the headlines in the news paper, which my father usually does. Let out my first shout! No response. Got damn! Searched rooms to my frustration-disappointment couldn’t find them. I was awestruck. Where could they possibly go? That too so early! AS my thoughts were engulfed by the silence in the house. The neighbors cooker has stopped. I could literally hear the ticking of our wall clock.

Thanks to technology, wonder how people used to deal these freaking situations in the age of NO cellphones. Reached my mobile phone, dialed my mom number. There was no response. Damn it! At least something/someone should be responding. How come everything goes into hibernate state at once?

I seriously recommend sarees with POCKETS.  At least a single pocket just to carry a cell phone. Keeping them in Hand bags and keeping those hand bags a KM away from you is not what you intend.

Called up by DAD. Every tring-tring sounded like a F1 Go signal. The 1st question I ask him was what happened? Why did you abandon me? (Haha)

I was shell shocked by his reply. He said that, I was informed(when in bed) that they would be going out. Break Fast and Lunch are prepared and kept on the table.

I tell you I swear I don’t remember any such conversation. How could my brain skip such vital matters? Did it take the conversation to be imagination and scrapped it? (I hardly remember my Dreams). Did I hear them and later forgot? Or I didn’t even hear them?

One thing is clear. My brain should be formatted. It should be shown the subtle difference between reality and imagination.

Having said that, women are the REAL representatives of REAL beauty. Beauty and women are analogous. Both internally as well as externally, internal beauty gives us a sense of satisfaction and respect where as external gives us a sense of pride. But, inner beauty has wider domain of acceptance and respect.

But, in this world, people give more importance to external beauty(which is time limited)  may be that’s the reason in the exponential increase of divorce cases!

There are many roles carried out by women in their entire life. Each one is different, complex and joyous.  It stats from being a daughter.

Woman as daughter:

As someone rightly said “A daughter is the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future”. Daughter is the stage where the inner beauty starts to bubble. The love she shows on father and mother is unmatchable.

Women as sister:

We fought, we patched up. We laughed at jokes that no one can understand. We said some of the meanest things to each other. We defended each other when others won’t. We did some of the silliest things together and there’s so many stories to be recalled when we are together.

Women as Mother:

How does my mom show her love for us? Not through words but through her cooking. Somehow the meals taste great because it’s mom’s cooking. Her secret ingredient? Love. And we feel blessed to have her cooked for us.

Women as wife:

Being a wife can be a challenge and one of the biggest roles that a woman can take on.

It’s easier to be loving during the early years of a relationship where everything is fresh and new. It takes commitment and dedication to remain loving in a long marriage, especially one where the busyness of daily life and children could  be overwhelming at times.

Each one is different from each other. Yet, one thing is common LOVE shown by women is each stage of her life is unmatchable. All the above notes have nothing to do with the physical appearance. It’s her inner beauty(understanding, sacrificial, love, patience) which strengthens the bonding in the odds.

On a concluding thought, real beauty is reflected in your character but not physically. There are cosmetics to dress up your external beauty and disguise yourself . Inner beauty has no cosmetics to dress up, it has nothing to hide. It’s the true character of a person!

Appreciate it! Accept it!. If you can, reward it with genuine love! After all, women ask for genuine and pure LOVE!

Do check out Yahoo’s Real beauty blog!

You may not love him. But, you cannot hate him.

So, why do basically people hate him?

He’s termed as god-man. He show’s off magic. He declared himself as god(how can he?) You may find many reason to show why you hate him.

Here are simple reasons why you shouldn’t hate him.

#He made puttaparthi an international place.(you have no idea about this just google)

#Puttaparthi was a dry land in late 70′s. After his arrival he has taken up many tasks like building dam’s, proper water supply, hospitals, institutes etc.

#Trust funded several major drinking water projects. Which eventually provided drinking water to 1.2 million people

#Other completed water projects include the Medak District Project benefiting 450,000 people in 179 villages and the Mahbubnagar District Project benefitting 350,000 people in 141 villages.

# A metropolitan city Chennai depends on “Satya sai water canal” for their drinking water.

#The Sri Sathya Sai Institute of Higher Learning in Prashanti Nilayam is the only college in India to have received an “A++” rating by the National Assessment and Accreditation Council

#There are people who had their education in puttaparthi institutes. Now, are very succesful in life.

#Half of the population in puttaparthi depends on the revenue from the tourists.

#Many abroad mission were organized(especially to african countries) just to give them clothing, shelter and better food.

#Satya sai trust supports free schools in 166 countries

#He built a super-specialty hospital which give ”FREE” medical and surgical care.

A man who helped millions directly and indirectly is being hated because he declared him self as GOD?(WONDER) He might not be GOD to you, but he is god to many! Ask them why!

Apart from the commercial achievements. He taught how to live,how to treat success and failures. For this very reason, he has followers in every sector. It is not the magic tricks that make this man. It’s the service he has done to the society that drew people towards him..that made millions pray for his recovery.

You may not love him, but don’t hate him!

It was India Vs Aus quarter final clash. Two bulls fighting!(in spanish) It’s a Man U vs Chelsea(football guys). Who would want to miss the match? I wanted. Not by choice but by force. Finished my job, not wasting a milli- sec started my journey to my house! It is during the en-route I figured out the passion, intensity, craze of cricket in Hyderabad if not India.

Instance 1 :I saw a guy carrying a mammoth(when compared to todays radios) transistor radio(Kapil dev times) turning on the full volume.. Hindi commentary! man everyone in the bus, I dun know how many of them understand Hindi, looking at their faces they seem to understand. And m glad that the radio man was away from the driver!”Ye doorsa ball daalaa…off stump ke uuparr…aur ye maaraa…choouuka!” maaan..awesome no harsha bhogle no sidhu can come near to the age-old super cool hindi commentary#rush of blood.

Instance 2: I saw a couple..near a cafe as usually doing their job. Suddenly the guy distanced himself  from the girl*I was watching them with my eye-ball struck toward the corner of my eyes* and the guy shouted..WICKET! he was actually listening to the radio! maan..i had a chuckle.

Instance 3 : Walking down the lane. Filled with people, all busy guys grasping  in the hot snoring sun. Suddenly, street was almost had an empty kinda look. I raised my head. There was a pan shop with a small tv..a 10 inch tv? with around 25-30 ppl around it. Guys in the front were standing from a long tym(figured out by common sense)..all the busy guys who can’t afford to stand(to which they are not used to) were taking  a quick glimpse of the score..overs..people batting and bowling..thats all they need. In addition to this..a little advice to Mr Dhoni!

Instance 4 : I joined my friends in “cafe latte” to watch the match.  Every dot ball is cheered. When a wicket fell, i was remained of early man age. Jumping for the first time when he saw fire or food. Just no limits. Limit less fun..pure fun! Felt the excitement in air! Fun among the people. It was awesome. Awesome to have that feel!

I have a gut feeling that, we(Indians) are abandoning our festivals. Aren’t we? I seriously feel, YES! Examples make things interesting and clear.

Diwali, festival of lights. Instead of bragging about the importance. We often, at least majority of them end up campaign how to avoid the festival. So called environmentalists who are very interested to clean up earth by abandoning the festival are the most noticeable people. SAY NO TO DIWALI. PLEASE DO NOT BURST CRACKERS. I do agree, that the sound ..and air from the crackers are harmful to atmosphere. Is this a solid reason to avoid the festivals?

Ganesh Chaturthi: Again the environmentalists hit the roads. Please use MUD IDOLS. PLEASE DO NOT DUMP THE IDOLS IN RIVERS. This sounds valid.

HOLI: Play HOLI WITHGREEN colors? I feel that it would be better to provide people green colors rather than carrying a poster. Which comes to no ones notice anyway.

Campaigning about why to avoid a festival is ineffective and creates a negative impression. Instead, if we take the pain to campaign about the alternate and environmental friendly ways of celebrating a festival,we can end up preserving the tradition as well as the FUN! So, Say STOP to the STOP festivals campaign and START alternate ways campaign!

India needs green festivals. In other words, Indian festivals must turn green.I’m for it! ARE YOU?

Did i miss out any, global warming Indian festival?

# When money lenders accept onions as the deposits.

# Banks roll out “Onion loans”

# Onions cups will take place.

# Onion Tribunals will be set up to settle the disputes among the states regarding onions.

# People ask Onions as dowry.

# Pakisthan starts exporting something oder than terror.

# There will be Onion treaties.

# news channels have a separate  section “how to save your onions”

# Books called “how to save onions” will be the bestsellers!

Funny!Isn’t it?

I Dream of a nation where education is not ONLY for elite people.

I dream of a nation where poverty is unheard of.

I dream of a nation where education is based on MERIT.

I dream of a country which is free from corruption.

I dream of a country where economy sets standards.

I dream of a nation which takes responsibility.

I dream of a nation where  governance is exemplified.

I dream of a nation where poor and rich are treated the same.

I dream of a nation where no one dies of HUNGER

I dream of a CHANGE ahead!

It not the question on how and why? It just the question of WHEN. Yes, India needs a revolution, a revolution born from the people ..to the people ..by the people!

Jai Hindh!

When I first started blogging I wondered if anyone would even notice me, much less take the time to leave a comment. I can’t begin to tell you how much your feedback and encouraging comments have meant to me.

Blogging had taught me many things(still teaching). It helped me to understand the WEB of WEB. Kept me updated on certain stuff. Made me feel like some one is listening you or waiting for you to speak!(awsm feel!) JAN 26th 2008! the day when i got into the pool of blogging, not knowing that i would swim for 2 years! and it would indeed turn up as my passion!