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Yes We Know Its Time For #Sachin, Yet We Want Some More

Sachin Tendulkar

By Ankush Kumar

A spider and its climb tirelessly inspired a king to fight again. Victory was still not guaranteed but the fear of failure did not act as a deterrent to the man’s attempts. Great warriors have died in the lamest fashion, but none are remembered for their end, history still talks about their life and their efforts to conquer the world.

Tomorrow modern age heroes will adorn pages in different textbooks, they will inspire generations, but for many they will just remain a reference point. Nothing more and nothing less.

Yet for some bizarre reason we still want to cling on to a few of them forever. Why are we not ready to come to terms with the fact that ‘All good things come to an end”. Is it our insecurities or is it the fear that we do not have too many people who will inspire us again?

I guess its a bit of both worlds. The few good men, who have entertained us, given us a ray of hope, have made us believe in ourselves, in the process have learnt nothing but that. Shahrukh Khan has said it umpteen numbers of times that his biggest fear is that ‘one day he will get up and the arc lights wont be around’. He still is in a profession where his fans can get entertained at 70. But what about heroes who play on the field? How can they entertain us till death separates the genius and its soul?

The bitter reality is that they cant. Beyond a point defying age is stupid. Yet the fans that want to see Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar bat again outnumbers the critics who don’t. So what does he do now?

Imagine how tough it must be for the man itself to think of hanging the boots if its so tough for the fans. There is a entire generation for whom cricket has started and ends with Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar.

Few good men like him can adorn roles of mentors or coaches or teachers, but the reality is great sport stars make very average coaches. So how will the man entertain us? The answer is he wont. Once he walks back to that dressing room one final time, an era will be over.
Maybe the time has come, yes the BCCI has possibly squeezed in one tour before the SA series, maybe money was their priority, but then for once fans like me are not complaining. Maybe it will be his last test, maybe in bradmanesque fashion he will end his career, but that one chant ‘Sachiiiiin Sachiiiiin’ will reverberate through the roof of Wankhede this November.

Bruce triumphed, his failures are stories of folklore, warriors won, their battles are part of history, sport stars have fallen, lost, yet the only stories that are remembered is the number of hearts they have won.

His recent failures, have given a chance to his cynics to prove that he is Human not God, his fans knew that long back, its just that GODS were made by action and deeds and Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar falls in the same category. One part in me and possibly many others will go numb when he will be gone. But till then let’s savor each run the legend scores as possibly even we know that the time is up.

Whats Life: A Play

for malathy's life poem

By Malathy Madathilezham

Life is but a play!

The world’s an arena on display
Everyone’s for the limelight, the glitter
We scheme, we cheat, we act!
Masks Masks everywhere
Lies lies everywhere,
Different types of lies!!!
What is real, what is true… unknown
What is favourable, we deem it the truth
Everyone’s truth is different and flexible
We scheme, we cheat, we act!
Masks Masks everywhere
Lies lies everywhere
Different types of lies!!!
Painted faces, dazzling dresses,and oh what fashion!
Cover up, cover up the ugliness within,
And make us the envy of others!!
We scheme, we cheat, we act!
Masks masks everywhere
Lies lies everywhere
Different types of lies!!!
One wrong act! One true step!
And off you go, the stage is no longer for you!
Only the careful and cunning succeed
We scheme, we cheat, we act!
Masks masks everywhere
Lies lies everywhere
Different types of lies!!!
To survive, join the game quick,
Learn the tricks and the bricks of the trade
Learn to dodge and to play!!
We scheme, we cheat, we act!
Masks masks everywhere
Lies lies everywhere
Different types of lies!!!
  • Mask! (angelfacefoundation.wordpress.com)

लिखते हुए कुछ ख़्वाब से – 1

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– अनघ शर्मा

” जब मोरे राजा पिया गये हैं बगीचा
भौंरा भनर-भनर होये मेरी गुइंयाँ ”
लक-दक करके दामन से झाड़ो तो अनगिनत यादें झड जाती हैं। पर ये भी तो सच ही है कि इतनी आसानी से कभी कोई याद भी नहीं आता। दिली तौर पर याद करना और ज़हनी तौर पर याद करना दोनों अलग-अलग हैं, फिर भी कुछ यादें ज़हन और दिल के बीच कहीं अटकी रहती हैं। उसकी याद भी कुछ ऐसी ही थी, कहीं ज़हन और दिल के बीच सुस्त पड़ी। पर एक कोशिश तो करनी ही थी इसे निकालने की। सो ये तय हुआ कि यादों के तोशखाने में से एक रजाई निकाली जाये। फिर रात भर कोई याद ओढ़ो। पुरानी याद की धुंधली गंध रिसते-रिसते दिल के तहख़ाने में बैठ जायेगी। यूँ एक कहानी के जन्म की बात होगी …… शर्त ये कि पैदाइश तक रजाई तोशखाने में वापस न रखी जाए।

उसकी तो पूरी कहानी ही शर्तों पे टिकी हुई थी।
पहली शर्त ये की …
“उसे उसके असली नाम से बुलाया जाये न कि लोक-प्रचलित धीमरी से ”
दूसरी ये की …….
“वो कहाँ से है ये कोई न जान पाए ”
दूसरी शर्त तो जायज़ है। पर पहली,भला ये भी कोई बात हुई,असली नाम से पुकारें। उसके माँ-बाप या हमारी माँ को छोड़ इक्का-दुक्का ही कोई होगा जो उसका असली नाम जनता होगा। सभी तो उसे धीमरी कह कर बुलाते थे, अब इस नाम में क्या बुराई है भला ?
बुराई है,यह बड़ा व्यक्ति -वाचक है।एक बार लो तो तमाम दुनिया जान जाये। सो असली नाम छद्म पहचान का काम करेगा। न लिखने वाले के मन पे ही कोई बोझ और न उसके ही मन पर।
कई बार बड़ी बहन से कहा तुम ही लिख मारो उसकी कहानी। किस्से-कहानियों में तुम्हारा हाथ सधा हुआ है। पूरा न्याय कर पाओगी उस के साथ, जैसे अनुभवी शल्य चिकित्सक के हाथों त्वचा को सिलने में टांका इंच भर भी इधर-उधर नहीं होता, ठीक वैसे ही।
सो हर बार की तरह वही एक जवाब। अरे ! उस पर कहानी लिखना कोई डबल रोटी का टुकड़ा खाने जैसा है क्या ? कि जैम नहीं तो न सही मार्मलेड लगा कर खा लेंगे। ये तो याद है, ठीक नमक की तरह, अगर स्वाद लेना हो तो खुद ही चखना पड़ता है। बाकी मौका-बेमौका, वक़्त-बेवक्त तुम्हें ठोंक-पीट कर दुरुस्त करते रहेंगे। फिर तुम्हारी यारी-दोस्ती भी थी उसके साथ सो तुम्ही लिखो।
अजी क्या ख़ाक दोस्ती थी ? असल नाम तक तो याद नहीं हमें उसका। करो, अब करो दुरुस्त ??
अच्छा याद कर जब वो कोई काम बिगाड़ देती थी तो क्या कहती थीं अम्मा ?
“एक काम भी ठीक से नहीं होता तुझसे, वही हाल है तेरा आँख के अंधे नाम नयनसुख। आँखें है या बुझते दिये, देख के भी नहीं चलती। ”
ये अलग बात है कि नज़र उसकी पाक-साफ़ 6/6 थी।
तो पहली शर्त के लिहाज़ से उसका नाम नैनतारा था।
उसकी जो सबसे स्पष्ट याद है,वही बड़ी धुंधली है। चेहरा-मोहरा, कद-काठी तो अब याद नहीं ढंग से, मगर कुछ याद है तो उसके कॉलर-बोन के गड्ढे। वो इतने बड़े और इतने गहरे थे कि मुझे हमेशा लगता था जैसे दो सूखे हुए तालाब हों, और कभी इनमें बेतवा का साफ़-ठंडा पानी भरा रहता होगा। बेतवा इस लिए की दूसरी शर्त के लिहाज़ से वो ऐसे इलाके से भाग कर आई थी,जो कहीं बेतवा किनारे था।

Thank You God!

By Ankit Chandra

images (1)Thank you God for the world so sweet,

Thank you God for the food we eat,

Thank you God for the birds that sing,

Thank you God for everything!

psst: God thank you the most for (hopefully) saving me from today’s near (touch wood) debacle

Boy!

Sometimes u just thank God ( well touch wood and fingers crossed) for the many times he saves you from almost inevitable disaster… and having said that, once an engineer, always an engineer! even if u r doing a management course now!

There was this seemingly unscrupulous MS Excel course in my program. There was a full proper announcement about it and everything, and our instructor was very strict and the features he was teaching looked pretty ‘weird’ to learn… In fact so much so, that people in my class actually started to stay up late to work the problems and make sure that they did their assignments in time and did them well. otherwise it was almost impossible for anyone to remember the stuff. Add to it that the instructor was gradually turning into a monster, and increasing our work load, making the problems in the assignment ever tougher to work.

This was the first time I saw my other wise cool roomy actually sweating it out in nights to finish the assignments, talking to many people over the phone to understand the problems and tediously working towards a probable solution. Classes began to remain fully occupied with students with peeled eyes glued to the screen in the class and ears cocking open to absorb all the stuff the instructor spewed out ( including his very special way of saying awwwigghh (allright))…

Nobody was sure as to how would they face the test due next week. Wait! what? there is a test next week? oh Wait, is there a test for this course? and thats next week??? umm where is it written! Why didn’t anyone tell me! ….

Yah… that’s what my first reaction was when I was told last week about this test. Already taken by surprise on this, I had no idea as to how I should react to this …. ambush!!! Yah! it’s NOT fair and enough to just email everyone in the class about the test and talk about it in the class at least 3 times! PEOPLE DON’T PAY ATTENTION!!!!

Anyways… the world IS a sick place… everyone knows that. And I have been dealing with it ever since I was born. But now that I have to live with that, I thought i might as well think about preparing for the test. I planned. well, thats a rare thing anyhow, but I did… and planned to prepare the night before the test (goto: line no. 8 abt engineers).

Cut back to yesternight. With all the true intentions I start preparing for the test. Just to get all the variables initialized I asked my roomy “What if we flunk”? He replied that due to some weird credit score logic, what we score in the test wdn’t make a dent in our overall scores.

Now believe me, even after hearing that I wanted to prepare whole heartedly for the test. By the time I was in my room with the laptop in my laps, the rational side of began to speak up and said : “You wdn’t get a score anyhow for this test, and u wdnt flunk. So why don’t u utilize this time better and go to sleep!” . Hmm.. I thought… there is a point! After all logical analysis of an argument is what I learn day in and day out!. Rest is as they say, His Story….

Day : Today. Time 940 am ( 4 hours and 2 classes before the test). My classmate tells me that we need to score at least 80% in the test to pass, or we wd have to re take the test. shit.

Time 1 pm ( one hour before the test) in the lunch room, discussing the excel problems with my roomys and the Omen inducing classmate ( the one who told me the 80% thingy), I realized that now its a futile exercise. The rationale was that since I don’t have enough time before the test to prepare, I should concentrate on the final thread. The Help function in Excel. I plan an elaborate strategy based on the information I retrieved from these fellows around me.

Test: After looking at the question paper, I knew one thing for sure. I knew nothing. Then from somewhere God comes in the picture. And I look at the help function. Question One, search for it on the help. Got the method. Question Two, back to help. Q3,4… Rest as they say is… 😉

I think ( hope, pray and everything) that I pass. But, thank u God 🙂

Immaturity – The Fatal Brain Disorder

By Ganesh Subramanian

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Warning: If you are one of those who agree with one of the many mind-numbing facebook posts which say that maturity does not depend on age, then read this article no further. Try telling that to your mom or dad – “You know what mom/dad. I don’t think you are mature enough to understand me”.

This post is based on a request from one of my classmates who got pissed off with his project teammates as to how much immature can they be and asked me to write an article on immaturity.As I have also been and continue to be at the receiving end of this generational disorder, I decided to pen down by thoughts. Immaturity levels, as it stands today, have been the bane of the current and mostly the next generation. It is a well known fact that as one ages more, the wiser he/she becomes. The simple theory behind this is that as a person ages, he starts to understand things in a multitude of perspectives and his comprehension of issues, his logic in his arguments all move to the next level. He/She does not react to situations but responds to them.

The current working population and those in their 30s can reflect back on their days when they were raw and young in their 20s. They can surely find that they were much more mature and responsible in their early 20s between 18 and 25 years of age, in comparison with their contemporary counterparts who are in their 20s now. The state of immaturity in today’s younger generation, especially those in their early 20s, is appalling.

Let us look at some characteristics of this immature group:

  • Talking unnecessarily for everything and anything even if it’s uncalled for
  • Failure in understanding how to maintain decorum in offices and other public places
  • Blunt on the face replies if they do not like something. Politeness, apparently, is a forgotten word in their dictionary, if ever there existed one.
  • It’s either my way or the highway attitude!
  • They don’t care about hurting others, but if they are hurt by others then they want to bring the world down
  • Absolutely scant regard/respect for elders! (Remember, by elders I am not referring to parents and relatives. Respect for them should come by birth and is considered a default quality in all of us)
  • Quarrelling with others and straining relationships for petty issues
  • Reacting to everything and an irresistible urge to keep defending themselves even if they are wrong

Immaturity amongst school students and undergraduates is understandable. But when you see it existing even among postgraduates and working professionals, you begin to wonder, how they got admission to a post-graduate programme or how they got their jobs in the first place.

The simple mantra to not announce to the world that you are immature is to KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT. One can learn a lot in academic institutions and in corporate offices just by remaining silent and observing superiors.

Let us hope that the immature morons in the current generation wake up and they do not fall prey to this mental disorder, else they would invariably banish not only their lives but also the lives of their future generation into deep pits of obscurity.

A couple of interesting quotes on Immaturity:

“You have attained maturity; display it for us, if you please.”
Mary Janice Davidson, Swimming Without a Net

“It’s my opinion, with some people, just knowing they are alone, living inside of their own miserable, self hating, dysfunctional mind, with their own immature, insecure, self pitying self is its own revenge. Their existence is their karma.”
Colleen Truscott Fry

  • Maturity. (dreamsandinhibitions.wordpress.com)
  • Maturity (enjoyingthemaze.wordpress.com)

Chingaari!!!

By Joybrato Dutta

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Do you know why people prefer porn that has stories in it? We don’t just want to watch two people having sex. We want to know the build-up. A slight hint of courtship can make it more relatable. And then of course the foreplay. Which by the way is more arousing than the actual sex (I mean watching). In other words we all enjoy watching other people having sex. We would love to peep through windows. No wonder MMS clips are such a huge hit. We all are voyeurs.

When I was 9 years old I witnessed such a moment without even peeping through a window. It has been enshrined in me in such a way that today after 17 years I sit to write about it.

My apartment in Jamshedpur was located at quite a height. Anyone standing on the terrace would get quite a good view of the city. However, other people can hardly see what’s happening on the terrace making it a safe house. Precisely why my friends and I often performed Planchet there. Also, every social gathering pertaining to the residents of the apartment always happened there.

The biggest event on the terrace happened to be the New Year’s party. So 17 years back on the 30th of December we were sitting in Mr. Ghosh’s house finalising the plans for 31st night. My friends and I were trying to be useful. Those days we were treated as servants by the middle-aged women.

They used to command us like:

Beta zara kursi le aana                                                                                                                            

Beta dekhna zara nal chal raha hai ki nahin                                                                                            

Beta dekhna darwaaze par kaun hai

And we proudly performed the tasks. Some future ass-lickers even tried to make sure they performed all the tasks before others, just to impress the aunties.

So we were all sitting there waiting for instructions, when suddenly Mukherjee aunty said “Chalo abb chat ka muaayna karte hain, wahin chal ke decide karte hai ki dance floor kahan banega aur Housie kahan khelenge”

So the future of then’s tomorrow hurried up the stairs to the terrace. While the aunties followed us. Rahul and I were the first ones to reach the terrace. We ran towards the corner guarded by the water tank. And then ……..I saw it.

The most gorgeous body was lying naked on the cemented porch. Along with the most hideously hairy ass.

Numerous logical questions occurred in my mind

What are they doing?                                                                                                                                  

Why are they naked?                                                                                                                                  

Why are certain parts of the body the way they are?                                                                        

Most importantly, HOW DARE THEY USE OUR TERRACE?

I was too young to know the process of sex, even the significance, probably even the meaning of the word. Bollywood closed the doors, or switched off the lights or showed waves dashing against the shores, even a cork popping out of a champagne bottle. I hardly understood the metaphors.

But what I was seeing was heavenly. The most beautiful woman in the world was lying in front of me. Naked. Blood-flow found a new passage. A road it had never travelled on before. I felt weird. I felt the urge of doing something, but just didn’t know what. All I knew was that life had unravelled its deepest secret.

Amidst that moment of revelation the super-idiotic friend of mine shouted out “Mummy dekho yahan kya chal raha hai”. They hurriedly wore their clothes. Surprisingly the hideously hairy ass guy decided to wear his shirt first.

Just then the gang of aunties arrived. What followed was a deafening series of howling, shouting, swearing et.al. One aunty came and chased us out of the terrace. In fact she locked us in her house so that we can’t watch the show any longer.

We ran to our balcony to get one last view of the girl. She was beautiful. She had the most amazing body any woman can have. Her eyes were……….I don’t exactly remember her eyes. She wore a red t-shirt. I was praying to God for one last eye contact. And then for a fraction of a second she looked at me. One last look. Probably she was abusing me, probably she found me cute. I will never know. She left with the guy.

I tried looking for her, but I was too young to look harder. She will never escape my mind. She is the reason I like women wearing red. She taught me so much about life. She ignited a flame in me. A flame no one can extinguish. She turned me into a voyeur at the age of 9. And each time I watch porn I know that deep inside me, the 9 year old still lives.

  • Porn and I (missionsharingknowledge.wordpress.com)

प्यार या आकर्षण?

love or attraction

शीला चित्रवंशि कि कलम से

प्यार है या फिर मात्र छलावा
भ्रम है या फिर दिखावा
युगों से लोग इसमें फंसते चले आ रहे हैं
ऋषि-मुनि भी तो कहाँ बच पाये हैं?
किवंदंतियां भी सदियों से चली आ रही हैं
इस युग में भी तो भरमार है

प्यार है या एक आकर्षण,
पहले तो कुछ सच्चाई भी नज़र आती थी
पर आज तो इसका रूप ही बदल गया है
प्यार एक आकर्षण मात्र ही रह गया है
न ही कोई सच्चाई न ही स्थिरता है
बस बुराइयों का ढेर बनता चला जा रहा है
यह कहाँ कोई समझ पा रहा है
युगों से तो प्यार की गरिमा व ठहराव की चर्चा भी चली आ रही है
उसके भी उदहारण हैं बहुत
पर कहाँ किसी को दिखाई देती है?
सच्चाई की प्रतिबिम्ब की झलक अंत तक दिखाई देती है
खुशबू बिखेरती है, चारों तरफ़ हवा का रुख फैलाती है
उसकी गरिमा को जानिए, गहराइयों तक पहुँचिये,
निष्ठा, गरिमा, व स्थिरता का सच्चा स्वरूप नज़र आता है
पर झूठा आकर्षण, झूठ का आधार जीवन को नकारात्मक बना देता है

कहाँ गया वह युग, कहाँ गए वो लोग,
जिनका ज़रा भी इस ओर ध्यान नहीं जाता
बदलाव आते हैं हर युग में,
पर आप कितने पानी में हैं यह सबको समझ में आता है
झाँक कर देखो तो प्यार में निष्ठां, प्रतिष्ठा,
स्थिरता एवं एक अटूट सम्बन्ध का कितना अच्छा सुखद एहसास नज़र आता है
जो लोग समझना चाहते नहीं हैं,
और बिगड़े हुए रूपों की ओर निरंतर भाग रहे हैं
यह छलावा नहीं तो और क्या है?
भ्रम नहीं तो और क्या है?