Dadi wala Room!

Two little wrinkled eyes, somewhat sleepy too, waiting for my arrival whenever I was late. The affectionate hands always ready to give me a nice head massage and kick that headache away. My true knight in shining armor, only she had the power to save me from my dad's wrath, even when I did something terribly wrong. My savior when I got really bad grades to even wring my mom's moods. Such is the love of grandma, totally unconditional and colossal. If you have got grandma, you must be knowing the feeling of being pampered and spoilt even if you are not worth it.

Walking through the drawing room is never gonna be same. Because there will be no one now to call my name again and again until I reach her bed post. Because there will be no one who will talk endlessly to me, without listening to my statements, sometimes irritating me but all the time giving endless love. There will be no one who will complain about the salt and spices in the food. There will be no one who will drag the whole house to watch the Mahabharat episode.

Today even after 2 years, since she left us, Dadi ka room has always been and will be Dadi ka room, Dadi ka bed has always been and always will be Dadi ka bed. Slowly we all have become accustomed to live without her but she has been and always will be present in all our joys and celebrations, in our present and future not just as a name but a memory which remains alive as long as we are!

Someone....

Someone was peeping from the other side of mirror,
Someone strange,unknown, fighter and savior.
Someone whose dreams were still not dead,
Someone who was untouched by the influence of others.
Someone who may be exhausted but has not defeated,
Someone who need not camouflage her sorrows behind laughters.
Someone who was not lost in the world of responsibilities,
Someone who needs not seek music to find peace.

The one who was standing on threshold fueling the gears of strength,
Urging me to take the plunge and dive into the world of my faith!

Why Bajrangi would always be my favorite version of Bhaijaan!

Its been two weeks since the movie hit the theatres and I still remember the chase it had become to get the tickets. Phew… bad luck I could not get one, thanks to my poor planning. Salman’s movie and that too during Eid, well I would have planned at least a fortnight before.

Well after trying two times, I could not hold the suspense and that too when I was constantly being updated by friends about how awesome movie it was. So I borrowed the torrent version from a colleague at my office. Since that day, I have already watched the movie about four times and even find excuses to play it again at home. It is not because I am a huge fan of the actor, but I would credit my infectious affinity for this highly anticipated Eid release to the director Kabir Khan who through this entertaining and outlandish plot has hit the right chords with people like me in a complete Bollywood style.

Two bitter foes who have been fighting and feigning friendships since generations; an adorable girl who is lost and a typical Hindu version of guy who is an ardent follower of Hanuman, dislikes meat and meat-eaters both, helps people out of turn and is a man of his word. A perfect Bollywood fairytale in making. Does someone like Bajrangi can exist? Probably not, that I am sure of then why do I keep watching it again and again.

Realism, well you have leave that behind the gates when you set to watch a Salman’s flick. A some fresh dose of hope and disbelief which will awaken your love of mankind and not religions through a totally picturesque unreal climax. When it comes to hitting the real emotions, the plot hits all the right ones. A completely fun filled and light hearted entertaining flick with an ending which got a little over the head proves that people are capable of all goodness irrespective of the countries they live in. The film is a worth watch even if you are not a high-time-Salman-fan-club-member.

I hope we could take some serious note from the movie and try to bring out that good ‘Bajrangi’ in us who has lost amidst all daily struggles of life. Just by daily dose of some good deeds and definitely not by hopping the borders without visas and passport of course. ;)

LikeoMania: The new age Disease

A quite fateful Sunday!

After a much grilling week at work, I decided to go out to refresh my spirits and called sister dearest.

My idea of instant rejuvenation would have included a walk in a park or just a hot cup of brewing coffee with a nice book. But of course that would not be on her list so finally after considering few options which we had; we headed to the nearest mall. The new age hangout place which turns into the holidaying spot every weekend.

2 hours later….

After strolling the maze of designer showrooms and other picturesque outlets, I found my legs making way to the coffee shop in an attempt to distant my brain from the display of new age fashion. Each of the outlets had almost similar designs, someone of them quoting outrageous prices for the same.

4000 and that too for a cotton shirt, well that’s quite affordable for a nation which has recently raised its minimum wage from 137 to 160 a day!

As ‘R’ and I ascended the escalators, two girls appeared who were trying to click their selfies and started making horrific faces as if those expressions were really adorable. But they are, in fact these pictures would soon be uploaded to the social networking sites and may even attract good number of likes. The definitions of beauty and memories have been terribly hit by the digitalization of our world.

I could recall that when I was younger, pictures were more about moments and feelings. Thanks to my mom, who has a deep infatuation with keeping pictures and going over them atleast twice in a month, we still have pictures from our childhood as well as growing days. Some of them are good while others have funny and awkward versions of me. Being an introvert since childhood, most of the pictures have me in the background with my siblings at the front, and others where I am in focus have me being smothered by the loving relatives.

R glares at me as if accusing me of observing those girls and finally blurts out,” What are you thinking?”

I replied in my oh so intelligent tone, “Arey, I was just thinking to put my old pictures on Facebook. What do you think, how many likes would I get?”

She snorts, “Thanks to Mark Zuckerberg, Facebook has not got any Dislike Button. Otherwise it would have been death of half of the girls.”

We laughed out loud like crazy on our own joke and made way towards our destination.

Types of Creatures You will come across in Delhi Metro

If meeting different persons in your favorite hobby, no place would be better than DELHI METRO.

Welcome Aboard!

Sleeping Beauties:

Well they certainly look cute at times. But when their wagging heads land on your shoulders or your morning gets a jump start with the snoring sounds, then probably you will start hating mankind (well of course some of us who are excellent in producing such melodies).

Gate Charmers:

Fevicol ka jod hai bhai, tutega nahi!

The ever famous jingle hits my nervous system every time I come across them. They will occupy the nearest place to the gate and would not move an inch as if they have been glued to the place. The fact that their stations may be the farthest one seems to be irrelevant. They would block the passage of every passenger and would even not feel ashamed after multiple announcements of metro authorities to keep distance and not create inconvenience.

Beauty Queens:

Some of us want to keep everything at a hand’s distance, be it their personal parlor. They would search for the cozy corner and start their beauty parade.

Pushovers:

Life is a race. Didn’t we hear it often?

Some of us take this rather too seriously. They are always in hurry and would even push and roll you to reach the escalator faster.

Loudspeakers:

Some of us want to know the whole world how obscene vocabulary we have got. They will keep on talking on the highest of the pitch and would even not stop after receiving the repulsive stares form the fellow passengers.

The English lovers:

And then there are some who loves to flaunt their sophisticated English vocabulary and fake foreign accents.

“You know what she did?” “Which is the next stop?” “I am going to shopping this weekend, will you come?”

PDAs

The ultimate Laila- Majnus of the era. It might seem impossible to even pass air between them, let alone separate them. The fellow passengers have to divert their route but they won’t give a pass. Public display of affection is the one job they surely excel at.

Music Buffs

Foot tapping and heads swaying, here comes the ultimate music lovers. Some might be wearing colorful ear plugs while other buffs would be flaunting the big headphones. They will make sure that the others get a sneak-peak at their playlist.

Is anyone interested?

Readers

No matter how many hurried feet enter the sacred transporting machine, they will have their heads glued in their books.

A thought that every Indian might have heard in childhood days hits my skull every time when I find one of them,” Padhoge likhoge banoge nawab.”

Wishful thinking, isn’t it! 

The Seat Crashers

The third world war would surely happen over acquiring the prestigious Metro Seats.

These otherwise harmless creatures (hopefully) suddenly turn into maniacs in race to grab the seat no matter what is the cost. As soon as the metro stops and the gates open, they will push the fellow passengers in hurry to occupy the seat.

The Creepy Ones

 And of course our own versions of JAMES BOND, who will irritate the hell out of you by applying their best owned skills. They will keep you staring from the moment you enter the car and even keep on hanging to every word you utter in between. Well no you have not done any miraculous discovery, it’s just those creepy fellows who are in a habit of scaring the hell out of normal humans.

Is this JUSTICE really JUSTIFIED?

Thirteen years!

Well that’s pretty late for any judicial system to pronounce someone guilty of a crime. But in our country, we are used to it. In a country of millions, we tend to create plans and delay them as per our convenience as if it will not affect anyone.

Fir no 326 was filed against veteran Bollywood actor, Salman Khan, at Bandra Police station after that unfateful night that saw a pavement dweller dead and other four mercilessly crushed by a speeding car, allegedly driven by the actor himself under the influence of alcohol. Since then the government has been very actively, albeit sluggishly, solving the already solved mystery of this case which was purely a hit-and-run case.

Putting all the detective plots to shame, the case took a gruesome thirteen years to reach its fate. These thirteen years, in which the accused delivered several box-office hits earning millions of bucks; hosted television shows and even launched a charity organization which is claimed to save lives of several needy and miserable souls. Above all this one of the most important thing he did was that he steer cleared his name from any such offence.

If you log in your social networks, you will come across several pieces of news items showcasing the anguish of the people over the verdict that sentenced the actor five years of imprisonment. Those people who were condemning him thirteen years ago for such horrible crime are today holding fasts and performing pujas for his sake.

Is there any use of such kind of punishment? Thirteen years is a hell lot of time for a person to either realize his fault or to evolve into something bigger of the sorts. In both the scenarios, the main aim of punishing the person becomes useless.

Though his good deeds in the recent years can’t make up for what he did back in 2002, the verdict is supposed to affect the whole society since there are people who believe in self-redemption and in the power of self-realization. There are people who are moved by the change in this person’s attitude, whose whole belief system has become a questionable one by the recent verdict since they believe that punishment is for forbidding the culprit to repeat his mistakes and change him into a better person, which the culprit has already done. Because there are people who are unable to decide, whether to hold him responsible for something he did thirteen years ago, or to appreciate the ones he did after that.

Is this punishment really worth it? And if it is, then does taking the life of a person and crushing four under the wheels account for a meagre punishment of five years? Something surely needs to change here.