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“Mujhse badkar usme hai kya” are no more a part of fashionable copy writing in film industries. Instead of making advertisement sad, the actor directly enters the scene, seduces the women, coaxes her, save her from gundaas wearing local brand and also projects a heroic image by wearing different brands of banian. If you are wearing any one of them, you are always an epic, heroic and appealing.
(Well, it’s high time to ONN the Macroman, Hillman by spending Dollar(s) on the Boss Banians of the country and seducing Rupa, Divya and Shweta by putting few more Scott (squats). Wink Wink***)
It’s the world where the endorsement of celebrities doesn't work on the clothing instead giving more hassle on inner wears. In this inner world of Banians, the advertisement strategies of endorsing the celebrities and use of punchlines rally round them to pick up the sale.
Whether it’s an ad of complete man (a Macroman indeed) Hrithik Roshan who simply tries to be fitted in the Macroman vests saves a girl from the few disguised people during the light festival of China make us remember about his rigorous martial arts of Mission Kashmir and Fiza. This appealing character who make a symbol of M in the ad of Macroman (notion taken from his movie Dhoom to make a symbol of metallic A in the film) projects the brand as one of the richest intercontinental brand as the ads are shoot in very methodological way of using laser lights, high five stunts and the swords which can’t even slash the banian.
On the other hand, the dance skilled Prabhu Deva salutes the naive Akshya Kumar while saying him “Tum fit ho boss” after he saves a girl in the most melodramatic way and the girl pulls Akshay close to her. While showing his fitted banian he later on comes to deliver punchline… Dollar…. “Fit Hai Boss”
On the last ad of Dollar as you all very well remember, the punchline “Tumhara button khula hai” sets the audience free that the one who wear dollar club banian don’t handle the coaxing of female.
Whereas some dismal ads like the “Hillman” are really horrendous. A pundit asks the parrot to take out one card and the results shows the name “Hillman” and the potbellied pundit says, “Beta Hillman pehno sab mangal hoga.” Gurmeet who is ambassador to the ad also deals with the people who watches his soap operas every day. Thus, Gurmeet seems to influence the mediocre classes who can buy the product for making a mangalful day and those who are not getting married, can also give a last try to Hillman Banian.
If you want cameras to follow you, get role for you frequently, if you wish to get success and limelights in the verve, and wish to play basketball game in an empty metro station, then “Keep it ONN”.
By the Don image of SRK, you must remember his one more ad where he tries to elope with a girl giving a narrow escape to policemen. But police caught him red-handed. There was no further conflict left in the scene so he starts taking his shirt off, amazed girlfriend asks what he is doing, he changes to a bald, old, shabby person after he takes his banian off. I still speculate how can a banian play the role of an animation tool or some magician!‼ The tagline delivered by the SRK in this commercial was “ONN Hai To Don Hai”
Now comes a feeling of patriotism which was missing from a long time in the ads and there is no such relevant connection between inner wears and patriotic feel. If you are feeling getting relaxed on the holiday of elections; please try to comfort yourself in “Rupa Frontline Banian” and march ahead to vote. After all, this was the first banian which forced people to vote irrespective of hooligans who stop people to vote. The song “Ekla chalo re” was efficient. Whereas, the influences of the old man, the young girl, the astonished duty people on the booth who feels proud on the voter wearing Rupa definitely aids in impact of the ad for social cause. The earlier tagline ‘Sabse Aage’ in the old ad of Rajpal Yadav changed this time into ‘Raho Duniya Se Ek Kadam Aage’ and no doubt, changes were excellent as earlier punchline gave a feel of being cool whereas the other one gives the feeling of being responsible.
Salman Khan being a dabbang actor puts the Banian in an extraordinarily dabbang shelf. He was earlier doing ads for dollar vest later on shifted to the Dixcy Scott. While ripping off his body, the aggression while fighting in the boxing ring, the voice over of the dialogues are completely f(l)ab. The punchline “The Ultimate Winner” was unswervingly linked with a sportsperson and the role perfectly integral to the dabbang warrior Salman Khan. The tagline of the ad “Jitataa To Wahi Hai Joh Uthke Fir Khada Ho Jaye” was stirring people to sport Banian for the sporty feel and at the same instance, it was said that the Dixcy came up with sports range and the impact of advertisement proved fruitful to introduce the product.
So, it hardly matters who is your icon and which brand you actually want to wear because every banian is a sign of good factor we need to have. So, its better that "Apna Luck Pehen Ke Chalo" bhiyaaa‼!
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Thursday, May 16, 2013
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From
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Tuesday, May 14, 2013
7:36:42 PM
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Tuesday, May 07, 2013
1:13:41 PM
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From
Nani Manna
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From
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Volatile was your love,
I realized.
The volatile feel and
Memories were volatile.
I touched and realized,
You were volatile.
Since you passed away,
You soul is volatile.
Volatile cant be my pain,
Million pricking pins.
Volatile can never be my memory,
Like metastasis.
Volatile can never be the love
As your AIDS virus I had.
Hindi Translation by Tripti Mishra
उड़न छू था तुम्हारा प्यार,
ये मैंने जाना।
उड़न छू एहसास और यादें उड़न छू ,
मैंने छूआ और जाना,
तुम थे उड़न छू।
जब से गए हो ...तुम्हारी आत्मा उड़न छू,
उड़न छू मेरा दर्द नहीं हो सकता,
ये लाखों चुभती सुइयाँ,
उड़न छू नहीं होंगी कभी यादें मेरी।
स्थानांतरण जैसे,
उड़न छू नहीं हो सकता ये प्यार,
क्यूंकि तुम्हारा एड्स वायरस है मेरे पास।
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आखिर क्या हैं यह जिंदगी ??
एक कागज़ की कश्ती ,
संभलती, गिरती, फिर भी चलती !!
साहिल पर रूकती.. टकराती ...
लहरों के साथ चलती,
कागज़ की कश्ती!!!
कभी गिर जाती तो,
दो मासूम हाथों के बीच,
गर्माहट पाती,
और फिर गहरे पानी में गोते लगाती,
कागज़ की कश्ती!!!
कभी निर्लज , कभी सहज,
संबल और सहनशील,
फिर भी नाज़ुक गीला कागज़,
कभी रुकी हुई शांत,
बिना किसी आहट,
जिंदगी !!!
कहीं सूरज की तरफ जाती,
मंजिल को तराशती,
पानी में लकीरें बना के,
पत्थरों को चूमती हुई,
जिंदगी ..जिंदगी......
जब अस्तित्व खो जाएगा,
तब पहुंच हो जाएगी तरल पे,
जहाँ होगा अंतर का आभास,
एक मोक्ष और उसका एहसास !!!!
स्वाति शोभा सेवलानी
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When despaired black clouds,
Pointed out at me,
Natives shout like cloud thunders.
Life seems dirty stagnant water,
I became a waterspout in Tornado.
Yet there were lightings,
To direct me in the darkness.
Actual “I” was inside raincoat,
To whom no one can see.
Alone, shivering in cold,
Waiting for help on the lone roads.
Soon, I realized, I have to walk alone,
No one is fortunate enough,
To messed up in this pre-cyclone.
Determined, I explained myself,
Cognitively, I started to push myself.
I strong-willed not to stop or
Get erode like soil.
The destiny is too close,
The more far it seems,
As problems stands inch before
The way to the Dew-Success.
I was collapsed and gasped,
And there were deep breaths,
Midway to dry summers and wet winters,
Between the dark clouds and carbon black roads,
Zeal comes from bleeding rainy thoughts.
I did it! I did it!
I got the motive of life,
I got a season of life.
Alas! I started sweating like Raindrops,
From the clouds of my cuddle heart,
I smiled; blessed with colorful rainbow,
There were raindrops on my cheeks,
Which dried up with the sunshine.
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An unknown mortal in between known people,
Unaware that he is overlooked,
Acknowledged, else are branded.
Not equipped to visage the rejection,
Supplemented with self muse.
Toiling to please self and satisfied,
Being compassionate for others,
Trying to update and discover.
The more concentration he gets,
The more he aspires,
The more detractors he met,
The more he desires.
He wants to change the world,
Bring justice over cruelty.
Sobs when any one cries,
Stand still in battle and warfare.
He is perplexed, quit to think,
Starts afresh very next second.
Self interrogating and intriguing,
As he a god and lord,
Of his world and creation,
Of his sophistication.
Far from myths and hypothesis,
He doesn’t believe any god.
He has a blind belief,
In seeing human as god..
Applying red on their Third eye,
To see the divine light.
And expects,
Human will not hurt anymore,
Never do sinful acts,
Like exploiting the faith and
Trajectory of crimes.
He is walking alone,
Along the inner light,
He is eclipsed somewhere,
Behind each human being.
He never know how he appear,
What he clad and consumes.
He endeavor to carry thoughts,
Serving human once in a lifetime.
He criticizes materialist thinks,
Calling self, “Materialist spiritual”
A demon human,
An antitheist of aesthetics.
He will emerge as a savior,
Will craft, mend and end
The worldly things and
Thought of spiritual beings.
I can see, dream and think,
He is emerging somewhere,
In the corner of the world,
Across the boundaries.
And he communicates to me,
Asks me nothing,
Nor even a advice,
Because he, a stable spherical drop,
Which is growing bright.
At times, he finds himself alone,
He is certainly unaccompanied, not alone.
But his company is the one,
Who was company of no one.
He whispers to me that,
He is born, but taking birth,
In the eyes of the world.
(Picture Courtesy: An epic painting of "The Savior" made by Andrev Rublev, a renowned artist of Russia.)
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A lady I see in my dreams,
A tip of powdered vermilion ,
A ray in her parting.
She smiles and she laughs,
While keeping her hand on my shoulders,
To support me.
A lady I see in my dreams,
Who hugs me and kiss me,
Thousand times.
A lady I see in my dreams,
Cooking my favorite dish and tuning
My favorite radio stations every time.
A lady I see in my dreams,
Is beautiful with well arranged tooth,
Like beads of rosary,
With a beautiful smile and
A lovely unseen heart....
A lady I see in my dreams,
Wear the Embroidered bordered sari,
Pleasant scent flowers locked in ringlet,
And clink of her bangles.
A lady I see in my dreams,
The one who gave me birth
To make her life colorful,
Unfortunately, turning Sepia
As I was born blind...
A lady I see in my dreams,
Who is having beautiful eye,
Having lens like me,
Not blind, but divine.
A lady I see in my dreams,
I imagine, I apprehend
I visualize and I love
In my dreams only,
As her real images,
I can never see.
Try to see virtual image,
In my dreams every day.
(Story depicts the pain of the blind child who tries his best to get glimpse of his unimaginable beautiful mother by his imaginable dreams.)
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I have decided to move ahead,
How much tough it gets, I’ll reach.
The reasons are many to be low and to quit,
But don’t you worry, I won’t sigh.
I won’t stop and will never ask a favor.
You continue to be tough and keep hard,
I will be tougher and harder.
It is never easy and it won’t be,
But thousand times I feel to quit,
Million times I will cry and
Numerous times I will give up.
Won’t you be with me?
To get me up and kick me?
To hold me tight and count?
To ask me for one more try?
I know I am not standard and constant,
In my habits, sleeping and behavior,
But believe me I am good enough by heart,
I just need some time to heal and
It can couple of years.
Believe me,
Because I am despaired soul,
In demanding world,
Where I can’t peep myself in mirror.
But I will get up with broken tools,
With worn out hopes and
One day I will release the Secret,
That you were my “Only Hope.”
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From
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Stick Stiffer,
Bit Bitter.
Target Suffer,
Hard to Touch,
The Wounded Wounds.
Unbearable to Bear,
The Suppressive Stimulation's,
Aggressive Aggression's,
And Bullying “Bully” Forever.
Peace, Rest In Peace,
Bullying like a Dreadful Disease.
Scream Screams,
Pain Aches,
Harassing Harassment's,
And Hatred Message.
Physical Strength,
Mental Challenge,
Bullying, a Personality Disorder,
Be an Eye Opener.
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11:30 pm, 31 March, 2012
I was busy reading an interesting book. There was an unexpected power cut. But I was continued with the book as once the conflict comes, you can't resist yourself. Everyone was saying that "How can Swati asleep this early?" I continued my read with the zero light coming from my screen giving a special attention to each word as if they are in red carpet.
Three people had their birthday on the top floor. All started screaming, dancing, playing songs, chatting and making noise in their peahen voice.
Richa stays at First Floor, next to my room. There was no one around her in first floor except me. While there were two students on the same floor, but they were not present on that moment as they also preferred to join the birthday bash.
Being alone and scared,she sat on the stair case. Richa was scared to stand by in the dark. Her room was small and that too her roomy was not in the room. It was suffocating. Her phone battery was discharging with maximum capacity of 20 minutes left in it. After all, UPS starts alarming, and asked her to switch it off.
It was around 11:50 pm by that time. She tried to resist herself to be unruffled and tranquil, but she was in massive trouble. She came out of the room and couldn’t abide the blare and noisy things around and walked back to her room. The darkness was troubling her. She was exasperated as felt obscure everywhere. Her grown up habit of locking and unlocking the phone repeatedly started again. She repeated the same not just to relieve her tensed mind but also to get some light out of phone screen.
Owner scolds everyone making noise on the top floor. This time, it was “Darkness plus Silence”. The color and sound both were faded and left her blank. Two dimensions of sound and visibility were not working, so was the Third Dimension which constitutes her feelings within. She can only perceive sound of two time beep whenever the mobile alerts for the ‘Battery Down’.
She came out and sat on mezzanine floor, the middle of the stair, where people generally stop or keep luggage. She sat there and the light was coming from a street on the back of hostel. Enough to make her feel like breathing.
She called her best friend Maitri. Maitri came to know by her tone of voice, that something is wrong with her. Maitri asked her many times. Richa's voice chocked for few second. Richa asked Maitri to chat by message.
Richa text: I am afraid of darkness, as I have undergone tragic incidence..
Maitri being worried kept her calling but Richa was not ready to pick the phone.
Richa text: “RAPE”
Maitri was shocked and check message thrice.
Maitri text: Don’t be stupid, it is 1st April; sharp 12:00 am now.
Maitri was worried and kept calling Richa. Maitri was very well acquainted that this Richa can't cut these types of jokes but it turned hard for Maitri to accept this.
The ring goes and says, this number is busy. Why Richa is disconnecting it?
Maitri dropped her sms, "Receive my call"
At last Richa received her call, but voice was wrecked, she was sobbing, crying and there was a sound of nose taking the deep breathes to control her tears.
Maitri kept her busy in talking stupid thing but Richa was terrified of darkness and loneliness she was feeling on that instant. While, others were enjoying the night and few were asleep, she was crying and kept crying.
Maitri called her back. "This number is switched off. Kindly try after some time." Maitri kept calling.
Matitri was highly worried and was ready to wait entire night for the call of Richa.
Richa on the other side, managed to find out a small old torch in her closet, which don’t support her a lot, but the light was dim and helping her to stay inside the room. Just like the proverb: "Tinke Ka sahara Kaafi hota hai"
She had some birthday candles kept in her room, she light one by one and they were over. The candles were beautiful with a smiley top on them. The smiley top of the candle melted, melting the phobia of Richa. But she felt like crying as all she can see is her smiling face burned in the exploitation.
She was out of candles and torch battery. She was out of phone battery and desktop.
All she had is a small match box; she burnt the stick one by one taking from the box and wished that power must be back till last stick. As she was approaching towards the last stick, she prays simultaneously to the god, “I believe you are here and you will never leave me alone. I wish when this last stick is burning, the tube of my room spread the white light after massive darkness”.
She kept crying and her tears were continuously rolling down her cheeks. Her prayers was unheard by the God.
She again started feeling out of breathes, phobia of darkness and troubling time. She saw key chain with night vision radium sticker on it. She took that in the hand and started praying to the god, keeping her eyes tightly close. She was less scared, relieved and felt that she is going normal.
It was 2:30 am, but there was no beam of light she can see. She again started weeping as she saw seeing all this.
Power was back, it was 2:35 am.
She jumped out of the bed wiping her tears. Breaking down again in tears, She kept phone on charging and called Maitri to tell that power is back. She is feeling bit fine.
Maitri text: Was that all true Richa?
Richa text: Yess it is. I felt like I am in trauma or somewhere in a haunting house where happenings anguish me or I am in cemetery, where a ghost (Rapist) follows me and tries to physically torture and sexually harass me.
Richa text: Sorry, I disturbed you a lot. I wish I couldn’t but at that moment, there was no one around me. You were like an angel for me.
Mairti text: Be strong and don’t cry.
Richa text: You won’t understand, but it hurts.
Maitri text: I do understand, as I have undergone the same situation many times, but I am healed with the time.
There was a long silence on the phone and again power cut.
(Richa told me this story when there was again power cut. She saw that I m not asleep, she came to me, hugged me tight and started crying. Neither she neither was ready to listen anything nor ready to speak out. I gave her tranquilizers which she generally take. Her hug was enough to show the depth of twinge of sexual harassment on her, which still harasses her, whenever it is complete dark.)
Real names of both are withheld in the story.
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When you will fall with a seizure,
And people will get scared.
I will stand by you forever,
I will love you forever.
Those who laugh on you
Someday will be fired.
Be strong enough,
If I suffer my seizure.
Someday, I will be low,
Keep my spirit high.
Someday, you will be low,
I will forward my hand.
Son will be scared to see,
Manage him as a story.
Daughter won’t react,
We will give her gaiety.
Seizures are in everyone’s life,
Difference is that,
We have epileptic seizure,
Other has materialistic seizures.
Difference is that,
We hide our pain,
Other hides their loopholes,
We face the jerks rarely,
People feel it every day.
Difference is that people are
Unhappy without disease.
We are happy with syndrome.
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It had been too long, I haven't written, discussed, talked, explain, share and thought about love. May be, from past 4 years.
But every day the definition of love was changing.
When I was under 10, I use to think helping the needy one is all about love. Taking out coins from your piggy bank and giving it to needy is love. I loved the people in that way.
When I was 14, I use to think that being famous is what people love. So, I taught people to love. I tried to be captain, intellectual, published poet at that age.
When I was standing on the threshold of adolescence, I used to find love with the books, the stories, the novels, the short stories, newspapers and the medical sciences. I loved them and still they are treasured. I used to find in the fantasies of seeing the cutest, brilliant student and intellectual teacher of class.
When I was 17, I started thinking that love is the nature. You love nature, nature loves you and human loves you. You are entitled as "Human Being". So, I tried to be human. I started implanting trees in my birthday's and New Year. I started gifting plant to others and drop the water of my bottle to the tree dying on the roads partition. Sometimes, I used to make street dogs as my pet and used to make hut for them to protect them from rain and scorching heats.
When I was 18, I started realizing that microbial organisms are my love. I started studying microbiology each and every day.
When I was about to complete my teen age, I started realizing that encouragement, being source of inspiration is my love. I started counseling people with their problems, I started working with them on their problems and they were in love with me. For everyone I was a genuine advice and they never felt bad with my harsh words.
When I came out of teen, the time was struggling and I found myself alone struggling. To whom I donated, encouraged, loved and thought of were not with me. I found that depression was becoming my love. In a despaired period, I found that beautiful poetries, sketching, learning, reading and moreover knowing my higher self become my love.
I started to get inclined on spiritual side and realized that it is the actual love as nature starts indicating me, my intuitions were more stronger and vibration were easily reachable. A temporary stage of clairvoyance, immense peace, satisfaction and tranquility was awesome. I felt like whirling dervishes busy in dancing after a great chaos.
The materialistic life will vanish, the jewels I wear will be resold, the skin will be having wrinkles, the beauty will not appeal in old age, the friends will go, so will everyone. The fragrance of the perfume will vanish and my body will mingle with the five elements.
The soul will get tired within one body, so it will also leave someday.
Nature is so mysterious, so is the human birth and the stories of occult sciences. We also try to be lucrative and secretive, but nature opens all the mysteries of human at proper place, time and gathering in front of proper people.
But one thing never changes in the Definition of Love.
Respect, humble, help, togetherness, human services, ethics, thinking, nature, care, understanding, anger, responsibility, parenthood, listening, inspiring, cooperating, sacrifices, adjusting, promises, commitment, crying, laughs and reminiscences are all the characteristic of love.
Every year, each day, every minute, each second, I loved my parents, I thank my Lord, I thought of friends, paid attention to studies and tried to stand different from the crowd.
I never forget the hard work and sacrifices my parent and my elder brother did to make something out of me, but never claimed it. They kept on giving me, without asking something in return and they never asked me for a favor. There were no calculations ever in love. They truly loved me. I am the one who is lucky, my friends never got upset when my voice was higher and I used to scold them for a stupid mistakes. They all were selfless and I still try to be so.
I hurt them sometime ignorantly and I got hurt, but as the things used to settle down, we used to feel so relax and feel again bond of love again.
Reminiscence of love can be felt when you go to your store room, you see your childhood bicycle and the small pencil box and the notebooks keeping a record of your childhood handwriting exactly like memories stored technically in memory cards, videos and hard disk. You love the things because they take you to the time, you had. The soul experiences time traveling in the past and the feelings attached with it.
Definition of love was never changed; they were just different phases of love. Each day I felt the love in me or either, but I never talked about it like my friends gossiping about their loved ones. I just felt it.
More than half of definitions are left to experience in the life. Hope, till last day of life, everyone realize the true love of life.
But one thing is certain, Love without ownership and licenses is what makes most of its sense. Never claim your love, just know your higher self and true love is always unattainable as it is for the one who Generated, Oriented and Destroyed everything (GOD).
-Swati Shobha Sevlani
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Love is compassion,
Why do people run away?
Love is a strong attachment,
Why they turn-off?
Love is a virtue,
We are going professional.
Love is to be good to other,
Who is so there?
Love is unselfish loyal,
How one get selfish?
Love do exist everywhere,
You just need to give an eye.
It is not all about Valentine,
We made it confined to Valentine.
-SSS
(Ref. Wikipedia for the Definition of Love)
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While playing with ignorant syllable there are few HAIKU poems, I wrote recently.
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The transparent glass
A Flamboyant see-through sky
Holds opaque surprise.
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Walking in rainfall,
Many people with stalked mushroom,
Joy showered on me.
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There is horizon,
Yet detach after approach,
Death claims superiority.
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The Friday dated as 11-11-2011
Rockstar
Producer: Dhilin Mehta
Director: Imtiaz Ali
Music Director: AR Rahman
Artists (Cast): Nargis Fakhri, Ranbir Kapoor
The transition period of stupid idiot Janardhan to Rockstar Jordan seems a nice concept.
The initiation of movie was simply fantabulous, where the Heer(Nargis Fakhri) dance in the style of somewhat Midas touch of Europe was showing that Europe going to further front of the movie. Whereas, the volley of comment from boys seems dramatic, so the dramatic are many portion of the movie, where you feel lack of “FEEL”.
The sense of humor is appreciated when Ranbeer gets nervous by seeing Heer in the campus. But the show Junglee Jawani is however seems not a part of real story, as the Heer acting fails to depicts the originality in it.
Stephen Herek directed the Hollywood movie with the name Rockstar in year 2001, showing the band, audiences, crowd, metallic and all surrounded by music also. Seems to be copied as the hoardings of both gives same impression.
People find it close to Jab we Met, Jim Morrison, but I haven’t find any link in between these all.
Acting:
Nargis, a new entry with the skiny body, beautiful lips failed however failed to act. However, it was earlier decided that Kareena will act in the film, but Kareen and Ranbeer being sibling, can’t go for intimate scenes of the movie. Director gave a thought to change the actress rather changing the actor, as Ranbeer was fitted for the movie.
No actors were that fitted, who even don’t know how has to actually learn acting being actress.
However, Ranbeer and last performance of Shammi Kapoor as the music maestro created a musical moment.
Ranbeer acting shook the bollywood as no other actor can fulfill this challenge. Aditi played well as Journalist.
Music:
After Khwaja, Maula Maula(Delhi6), Kun faya kun undoubtedly bought close to feel the god.
The jugalbandi of traditional, soft, compromising music was going with modern, metallic, stings and wild music was amazing concept. In addition, justice was done by acting of Shammiji and Ranbeer. Hats off!!! AR Rehman sahib.
Lyrics constitute words from different languages touching the million hearts. Eg. Sadda Haq, Kun faya kun, Gaga re mori ( Nadaan Parinde) and remaining the the dichotomy of Taj touched in its own way.
Camera Angles:
Camera angles were experimenting, but every shot failed to leave a Headspace ( The space left above head) and every shot shows the half head or one fourth head in the movie. The movie was occupied by the aerial shot. Imtiaz better have used the loneliness of Ranbeer in showing the title.
Imtiaz found anger in the movie, but that anger was not enough to raise the audiences to salute the screen or raise from chairs.
However one scene, which touched me the most, when they make sketching of Jordan and raise the hoarding, arise and stands at the top, that simply touched me the most in the movie. Infact when Jordan and Heer exchange the kiss, the church is not complete in the shot. The aesthetics of Prague was not able to come out of movie. Off course, ambiences increase the intensity of movie. Eg. The auditorium, where the Jordan gives his concert was eye catching. But camera angles were best in demonstrating the stage performances of Jordan and the concert of Prague.
Flaws:
The movie had many flaws in it. Editing needs to be done again, as it is far from the reach of common audience and maximum viewer’s complaint for not knowing the destination of Heer.
The movie had a flaw, when the Ranbeer sing his own lines of Kun Faya Kun song; he looks upward, and then comes aerial shot in the movie. In the same aerial shot, Ranbeer is missing. Even when Jordan remembers Heer, he remembers a scene when Heer collapsed in front of her hubby. Nevertheless, at that time, Jordan was not in front of her. So how can he remember the moment he haven’t seen.
Editing needs to be crisper.
Dressing of Jordan:
It took more than one year to collect the ragged, used cloths for Jordan. It was the first thing, everyone notice in Jordan and off course the movie. They can have also tried bandana on his head. The sleeveless jackets, harem and loose shirts and the types of turban he wears.
Even the Kashmiri bridal dress of Heer, seems different and not the one from any movie. Dressing was almost best with Ustaad Zamil khan role.
Directorial Style:
Movie was good in showing the peeping of media in personal life and not understanding the emotion of a rockstar.
Worth good in that part, the direction was.
The most important thing that the small bytes of Kashmir, were people raise their hands in the song “Sadda Haq” was breaking. It simply conveyed the message of countrywide people fighting for their rights.
Somewhere, I find Imtiaz inspired by recent wars of Libya and Syria as the movie making took place during this time and it is vivid by the costumes of Ranbeer.
The young generation seems to be inspired by the Jordan, as the girl raised in his own family purchases the DVD.
Negative is easily developed shown in the movie was a good part of movie. The sketches were awesome.
Shots were not enough and beauty of Prague was not equivalent to the love story of Heer and Jordan. The way the soul of Heer comes at the end, seems weird.
However, there is something special in this movie, not the scene or the story, but a strange thing; you won’t like the movie as you watch. You will start liking the movie after two to three days and you will wish for second watch.
The reason behind this may be, the jump cuts are allowed in the movie, out of which people are messed up.
However, social message were expected to be solidified by this movie. But people were expecting too much of social messages from the movie.
The way Imtiaz never love to be that close with media, can be seen in the movie, that media diagnosed or dissect the personal life of star and off course, media person must thing that they need some time to cope up to.
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On Winter Morning, we keep hands inside gloves,
and hide the face in woolen threads.
The sunlight whispers to the grains of dust,
asks to wake up to sky,
and let the pavement clean.
As more dust will settle,
from the shoes of those,
passing by here.
Ultimately, the grain of dust rises
and kisses the sunlight.
Photo by Swati Sevlani
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And the wings spread and covered
the arena and blue skies.
Your hug was so
huge to revive.
Oh Lord ! Embrace me,
to achieve the Climbs.
Th infinities of wine
and serene of Divine.
Oh Lord! Have a word,
so that I can tell everyone,
that you are my father,
you are creator of nature.
Oh Lord! Thou not crystal,
non the beads of rosary,
you are a tunnel in dark,
with blinking light.
Oh Lord! Give a sign
of your presence,
as I am despaired
and my sixth sense never works.
Oh Lord! I saw you in dimensions,
shape, pictures and architectures.
Still I am blind from you.
Oh Lord! Show me your third eye,
and the way to hell and heaven.
The life is all about you
and we are forsaken.
Oh Lord! Oh Lord!
People say, you are in us,
Why I am not cleanse from heart?
Very complex is the web,
for spider to tether.
You are supernatural,
you are the dictator.
you are light,
what so ever,
Oh Lord! You are mine.
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Posted on
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10:53:31 AM
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From
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Posted on
Monday, October 24, 2011
12:18:04 PM
Modified on
Monday, October 24, 2011
12:19:46 PM
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From
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From
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हर जगह उनसे बेखबर नहीं, चाहे वोह पूजा का थाल हो यार फिर हो कोई बंद किया हुआ पद्मंभ्स्वमी मंदिर का खजाना. चाहे फिर वोह हो ३२ रुँपये दिन के या फिर लक्ष्मीपति मित्तल की दोल्लत.
जगह साफ़ हो क्या ख़राब आना जाना तो लगा रहता है और लगा रहेगा. कहने के लिए वोह हमारे बापू है, महात्मा है और भी न जाने क्या क्या. मगर उनका चेहरा देखकर भी हम उनके रिश्वत में तब्दील कर देते है. में बात कर रही हु उन नोट की जिनमे हमारे परम पूजनीय महात्मा गाँधी का चेहरा बना हुआ आता है. न जाने कितनो के कपड़ो के साथ धुल गया यह नोट यहाँ फिर धुल कर फिर किसीने मेला कर दिया हो.
उनके लिखे हुए संगीत में यह पंक्तिया साफ़ तौर से स्पष्ट है की,
पाई पाई में जान बिकी रहे,
हो गयी कितनी जान यह सस्ती रे
इस पंकित्यों का मतलब और भी सफल हो जाता है, जब हम नोट की हेराफेरी करते है तो इतने नोटों में एक भी बार बापू को देखकर उनका ख्याल नहीं आता. एक तरफ से देखा जाए तो उनकी तोहिं ही तो हुई. देखिए न में महात्मा गाँधी की कोई बड़ी भक्त हु और न ही कोई बहुत करीबी है, फिर भी जिस तरह से आज अन्ना हजारे को महात्मा का नाम देने के पिच्छे इतनी बड़ी तादात के लोग इन्हें मन्ना कर रहे है, वोह तो नोटों की हेराफेरी कैसे करते होंगे उसका अंदाजा उन्हें ही होगा.
दूसरी बात यह है की, जैसे की एक तस्वीर में आप देख रहे है की बापू के ऊपर किसी की चित्रकारी इतनी महत्प्पोर्ण है की किसीने इतने वक़्त से इससे इन्टरनेट से हटाने के बारे में नहीं सोचा उसे आज अचानक से बाप्पू की याद कैसे आ गयी.
शायद इसे ही कहते है घोर कलयुग जो आ चूका है, मेरा मानना सिर्फ एक ही बात है की बापू के फोटो को नोटों से हटा देना चाहिए क्यूंकि वोह कभी टेबल के निचे से निकलता है तो कभी कही मार्केट में कोई भी आपको दे जाता है. मगर क्या करे, महात्मा की आत्मा को शांती कैसे मिलेगी, क्यूंकि उनका फोटो अभी भी कही न कही अभ्राहम लिंकोलं का चेहरे बन किसी स्विस बैंक में पढ़ा होगा .
न जाने कितना दम घुटता होगा उस महात्मा का की वोह हर उस हाथ में है जोह यहाँ भ्रष्ट है और अब बेच देते है बापू को लोग एक रुपये, दो रुपये और कई चाँद पैसों में, हो गई जान कितनी सस्ती रे.
अन्ना की टोपी के पहले रखे हुए उस नोट को ही देख लिया होता तो आज अन्ना की टोपी की जरुरत नहीं पढ़ती.
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From
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Outside my window, people were laughing,
the crossing cars and racing bikes.
I see a poor heart,
however rich than silks and velvet's,
Richest than billionaires and serene.
Like the silk worm making silk thread inside,
or nest stands to fall in the rain.
The poor heart was shadow of nature,
a shadow of creator,
it was inner You and Me,
neither glove handed, nor mask man,
it was a poor heart,
beating inside, feeling safe in cage of ribs,
it was lone in between millions,
and stands by itself,
when millions were sleeping.
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From
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The books were dream,
Newspaper meant for pictures only.
Ignorance of mother tongue,
Imprints of thumb for signatures welcomed.
When millions were blind to read,
And thousand were dump to speak.
Lakhs were surprised with,
Cylindrical pen.
When ignorance were limited to
Aspects of sufferings.
The barriers in communication,
Interrupted interpretations,
Economic crisis and weak analysis.
The ignorance was black hole.
The fingers helped to count,
Numbers not found.
Blank sheets were more beautiful.
And text quoted were irritable.
The illiteracy was black hole,
And ignorant till the depth of soul.
International Literacy Day (September 8, 2011)
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From
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Time is 2.30 pm, 30th of March, and Mohali is visible on screen.
When India crossed through Semi Finals, people were not happy because India is going for Semi final but mainly because its Indo Pak match, everyone arranged there program, going to friends home, or somewhere out, online watch, sms alerts, Radios frequency were tuned as if Nehru is about to declare that at the stroke of midnight India achieved freedom. People were bunking and gossiping about match fixing was ever hottest like Ayodhya. Everyone was arousing voting questions that who will win and approximately 5 times more people voted for India winning. By morning, everyone was stretching the body and saying holiday, no work today please, it is all about India vs. Pakistan. Fixings were investigated and estimations were done. People were confident that India would win as all matches of last world cup gives a clear graph of being victorious. All ambiences were set, people switched on televisions at high voice, and commentary was audible from everywhere. It was pin drop silent when I was walking in road, no traffics, shops closed, only one thing was there commentary, people inside City Vans, peoples were sleeping with frequency tuned on. sms alerts were continuous, even boss was indulged in his own office, muting the TV. Bombardment of message beeps was clear at a sight. Seeing crowds outside shops having Television sets made me not able to drive properly. The birds were not chirping, dogs stopped barking, nor any Sabjiwala neither Vendors were mean to work. Many left food half done.Finally, its 10 minutes left to 2:30 pm. The camera zooming in and out the applauding, flag hoisting audience. Here comes the coin and two captains. India won the toss and thus gone for batting. 7 consecutive four by Sehwag helped like a spark in dry forest. He was out but Sachin century undone was biggest sign of victory for people. People curse his century as indication of failures and then indecisiveness on the Sachin out decision was really had to accept. Yuvraj upset more of his audience and Sachin out before century was majorly a token of indication to its winning, according to people. Fielding was off course losing its pace many times when Pak was batting but Pressure made on Green can’t be denied or unseen.
Match nowhere seems to be fixed as you can’t befool the audience many times you see. However, statement of Pakistan Home Minister was after all deserves across Front-page coverage as it tells that even countryperson is saying that my country can be sold for mortal money. It may be because they might be known to the fact that Pakistan is going to lose, so he put this statement to rescue them. The things observed during this match may need more improvement to win to Sri Lanka as this time players were badly injured, but this time exchanging of abusive words were at least and there were exchanging smiles between player many times. At the end of the game, all decided that we have to out the last player before completing the over and attempts were clearly visible but finally it was all out. Afridi was afraid and but happy to see the performance of young player in team, but the differences in score like 29 for this time and approximately 30 from last few matches, shows a lapse colliding between India and Pakistan from last many World Cup Matches.
People were not able to hold the nerve, Fever was rising, and atmosphere was hot and tensed even after knowing that winning is assured, fervent souls were enthusiastic and lastly when Pakistan was all out, Indians were buzzing, can’t control such immense happiness. There were hooting, screams, cheers, happiness, smiles, dancing; joy and above all everyone came to streets with drums, many with guitars, crackers and slogans. When there were fireworks in sky, there were dholes and dances on earth. After 4 years again they might have this much joy, husband wife forgot there tension, patients were out of bed in Hospitals, old people were awake late at night, no shops were closed till 1 at night and poor people just forgot that what they were worried about, deficiency in materialism doesn’t have to deal with happiness, people forget about next day office and closing of Session on 31st of March. Flags were hoisted at night, the ambience made us felt as if World Cup is achieved and Fervor of World Cup 2011 was at its peak. Eleven players bought smile to millions of people. It was amazing feel and seeing all around the gaiety and zeal of celebration, I felt Nehru voice, “At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance.”
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A ripen silent voice saying don’t put Color,
I was hooting leave no one over there.
The TOM shies acknowledging, he was Novice,
The Boldness admitting, I, JERRY was Quick and Wise.
The definite Purpose was to Grease him,
Adieu everyone now there.
He was pulsating, running with Shiver,
I clutched him and applied Silver.
Again crimson and Parrot Green,
He took the water and poured on to me.
My finger printed in his White Shirt,
Greening satisfactory my teeth.
Later a month,
Whistling, I entered the Class,
Notoriously smiling he was.
A new admission cheers everyone,
More than a classmate, he was.
The Pink he gave me with Teddy Bears,
The Blue formal shirt for my Dear,
The Green spread while kinship was blooming,
The Red when marriage was Materializing.
the Seeding in my life Arboretum,
only Springs and no Autumn.
The colors he bought, were FIXED and ETERNAL,
He is my Hubby now and Soul mate forever.
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Posted on
Thursday, March 24, 2011
12:57:22 AM
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From
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Posted on
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
8:34:39 PM
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From
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11:54:01 AM
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From
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Posted on
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
10:47:14 AM
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From
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Posted on
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12:29:57 PM
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From
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From
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9th February, morning my sister called me up and Gave me lots of wishes from whole family and Nani....and later on I started asking about my Nani's health, as it’s the only thing I call her. It was last January, when I visited her as lots of Cobwebs settled around me so had no time to visit again till now. I can remember her giving me Chocolates like ‘Melody and Parle’, which we were fond of in the early years. On this Chocolate Day...9 February 2011, I wish to take handful of Chocolates from her.
Memories were flooding back and I was lost with her eyes and loose skin swinging around Elbow, her cough and voice that needs no gaps between her lips and our ears to be cleared of. Taking her to sunlight in the last winters and checking her oxygen cylinders by the midnight, making her take soup and Tablets and going to Doctors by every next evening and listening that no there is no hope. I ended up this day in her memories and transparent opacity.
The day enrolled, I started thinking of her again and again...Mom called me up and asked me, If you got some time, then come and we will go to Nani, this time it was sort of talk which don't encrypts that she is very ill and we need rushing visits to her as every time it happens in winter. I said to Mom that winters are gone and she will be fine very soon. She used to hug me when I was 4 and she continued hugging me every few scorching holidays of summer when I get some vacations... She used to say that you would be becoming Teddy Bear if you put on some weight and she used to call me...so called Motu. My phone vibrated, it was a message, which shirked me, I realized I was in classroom and lecture was going on Developmental communication and briefs about topic were going on. I opened the inbox and it was a message of Teddy Day..10th February. In fact she looks pretty, her soft voice and scolding me not for taking me proper diets were I loved that scolds of love and care. She too looks like Teddy bear when her fleshy hands, soft skin and loyal eyes (filled with Surma) used to serve me milk by early morning and say “Beta no empty stomach early in the morning”. A voice came, “order de do”….again I got dump and realized that it was Canteen were I was sitting from a long time and people around were chatting, friends were busy on discussing the movie like Inception and Shutter Island.
At the end of the day, I gone to bed and by next morning Priyanka, got me up, asking me to promise that I am surely coming to attend her performance by 14th Feb. Eve for Annual event of the college, were I was alumni and I replied I will be there, no need to promise. The date was 11 Feb, and day was so called Promise Day, as told by the message beeps around whole day about Promise Day.
We were having Tea and coffee on 12th February and my friend were gossiping about family and she told me today is the Hug day, I shared parcels of my framed pieces of Nani and me that her hug used to shell around me and feeling of being secure was at high curves. She used to make me sleep in her room which was darkest ever as no street lights falls on the window and generally nightmares scares me, so it was her hug making me relieved that the oldest and experienced person of the family is holding me till the dark time of the day and whenever I used to get late in sleeping because of watching TV with all my cousins, I go to her room by pressing my sleepers so that she shouldn’t be aware of my absence before that, but there comes her voice, ordering that “sleep Early, Get up Early.” Moreover, notorious smile comes on my face that she was waiting for me to get asleep. She kisses my forehead with her lips leaving a wet touch, which I used to wipe by pillow or my full arm T-shirts or her Saree.
The last January when I was biding adieu to her, she gave me same chocolates, a hug which was gone too weak like her and as I already put on some weight and no more a child, she was unable to shell me completely, her skin was more wrinkled and she was shy of me, she don’t used to call me to take her to bathroom but I tried many times to do this. When I was leaving the room, she gave me Kiss, same wet kiss, left a feeling of numbness and she said “come soon Shobha “. She used to call every one by mom’s name…Shobha… and I said I would be there soon. I left the place as she was about to sleep alone this time but she get up and put her efforts and summoned me…”why don’t you stay with me for a day or two more “ I promised her that I will be back very soon… and she allowed me to leave then. Tears were flooding, as the feelings were pious like a child, inside me and a child inside her.
Today its 13th February and the flowers bouquets of my birthday were wilted, as I approaching to take them off from my table, a glass bottle of Foundation felt down, a piece of glass attacked the thumb of my nail and blood was oozing out, my cell phone ringing continuously which I was unaware of. Brother was not sounding well said “Nani passed away yesterday night Swati “in a deep sitted voice filled with pain. There was unbroken silence by things going around me. Tears were rolling down, I cleaned my Hand filled with foundation giving a tint of that feminist old beauty touch, and texture of her skin and the thumb was paining on other side. I thrown out that dried roses and thought that it is the time that her wilted, still, soulless body might have been laden with fresh roses and I will not be able to see my love on this Valentine even if I reach to that Dark room by tomorrow.
Nevertheless, one thing still I am having i.e. ………………….. Swati ‘Shobha’ Sevlani…..
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Dear Editor,
I am more happier on the part to the section of book and film review or can say critic section as Earlier I used to find it missing. I read movies and love to write about them.
But one thing I wish to suggest, whenever some one gives comment, for whose blog or whom the comment is concerned, should be shown.
In fact, let us add some movies and books on which we wish to write.
Secondly, earlier no content can be copied by your website, but now it can be done easily...
Hope you will revert it again as it maintains authenticity and credibility of Author and the Website which is toiling to collect the inks of great thinkers.
Your work is at par excellence.
Regards,
Swati.
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As I was standing to the periphery of Inox, a autorikshaw tuned a song playing "aae dil hai mushkil jeena yaha, jara haske, jara bachke, yeh hai mumbai meri jaan " a notorious smile passed on my face. Mumbai was captured in video and still images. Being Aamir's work, people haven't waited to take the review and then watching it, off-course earning on first day might have completed the expectations.
About Dhobi Gaat, the story goes with peculiar different 4 characters, out of these Munna, Shai and Yasmin, especially Munna, actually called Prateik gave excellency in act and humor developed by Shai was applauding.
Direction by Kiran Rao failed in elasticity of story and needs more work on the script, it seems more like Documentary as no interval and particular ending consolidated the fact. Off-course the Artist is meant by painting but they were in least focus, seems crisis in the production. The story was interesting but failed to raise the adrenaline as Art movies are still not a part of Bollywood.
Story also unclarified some confusions like the wife of Aamir, the old lady who scolds Munna to not get attach to Shai as found dating with Munna, parents of Shai, old lady who is dump,
One thing which i found creating a hidden atmosphere was background music, it was simply awesome and brings you a feel of ecstasy. the voice overs done are very clear as lipsing havent caught them.
But on the gradual progress of January, No one killed Jessica seems more influencing as the Bollywood lacks innovative scripts so seems to catch the options from Media, but Dhobi Gaat surely bought something new more like a documentation
But Dhobi Gaat washed the mentality of intervals, 3 hours story and having peculiar ending and bringing ART movie in the culture, as i personally believe that this was more innovative than Aamir's character. Overall can be graded 3.4 out of 5.
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( lines by mother to his Son )
The winds may carry many instincts to you,
But letters are in my store... locked forever.
Detained from world and Sweetheart,
The sound of doctor always calls.
Conceal I am, playing hide and seek,
As you used to Hide in Cupboard of mine.
Thou telling me about my belonging feel,
The touch your words Reveal.
I can feel the pain when conceived you,
Was Sweetest and easy to bear.
You my world and so were joyous tears.
Cells replicating in my body,
As memories embodied.
Some says Benign or malignant,
Or whatsoever…
You throw me out was tormenting,
Many with me, Angels are here.
Though no letter will be send to you,
When I pass away.
As I m already in your Wall with Garland Over there….
Winds may give instincts to you,
But, my letters will be locked forever…
Embarked words on Cross over coffin,
I was never your mother,
You my son forever…
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From
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Off course Mr. Perfectionist is appreciable for his every attempt even I appreciated him but going across newspapers blogs, reviews and shows i found only one thing that is, cent percent appreciated the film "3 idiots" But when I watched it first time i found something missing, unobserved by many definitely i.e. technical presentation of film. Rajkumar Hirani being the director appreciably arranged the sequences and frames of movie.... sandwiches of sad and joy is layered in the story.....that helps audiences to enjoy it even for a long duration movie. the best example can be given that when you have more twists and turns and conflicts, it adds pepper to your life. same is the way of presentation of story of film. a scene of happiness and comedy and pain and music touches one heart...
However i haven't found something very interesting in the story as on my first watch, it seems average to me.
Firstly,taking bride while ceremony of marriage seems the most commonest and can be seen in Dil Chahta Hai and same is the friendship of three people.
Secondly, when Sharman Joshi get selected in interview and comes out, there was no need of the scene "Tussi great ho taufa Kabool Karo"
Driving of scooter by Kareen in bridal dress seems distorting the movie.
Coming of scooty inside Hospital.
Zoobi -Doobi song increased the lapse of timing, it was however useless.
Off course 95 % of audience may have enjoyed it in Metros but Dabang made more Clear box Office than this in Metros and interior places too as people were not knowing how 3 hours entertained them by very commonest story in a great way of presentation.
Its same as Seven Samurai is considered alike Sholay, both are remarkable but for the People of India Seven Samurai looses its touch, as Indian cinema is meant for entertainment and sending social messages by entertainment, in a very unconscious way which affects and effects Subconscious of the audiences.
But for Now the movie dhobhigaat is impatiently awaited.
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Last one tells that hoe LEVEL 3 treats a being as a marketing strategy to its brand of new year eve..........Priyanka Gandhi is surely not going to come Indore specially for this, but when system is corrupted and in ignorance, there will be market open to everyone....
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logon ne keh dia haskar,
kahi aur se aae ho kya ...???
fir bole aise kho kyon jate ho...
mein bhi has dia...
kha rahe the hum ek paraat me khana,
meine bola "guddu tum mera akhri tak sath nibhana"
khana ho ya jindagi, ache to dono kisike saath hi lagte hai...
fir hasne lage log, kaha kho gae ho ???
aur has dia mein bhi....
na jane kitne daage bun gae sapno ke
ki un dhago se ban gaya ek ashiyana...tumhara aur mera...
aaj dur hu tumse, fir bhi tum dil me ho...
aasmano me ho, sare jaha me ho...
dekh chand ko muskra dia fir mein,
is karwa ke din, tumhari kalhai me honge kuch
chamakte kangan aur koi meri di hui saree....
khush hu aj mein, tumhe yaad karke...
tumhe saalgirha mubarak ho ....
meri mahshuka, meri jindagi ho tum...
kuch anchue rang ho tum,
kabhi dur, kahi sang ho tum.....
ek tasveer ho tum, ek manjil ho tum..
kai baar akhein yunhi reh jati
jab tum muskurati aur fir kahi kho jati...
mana aaj dur hu tumse...
shabd nahi akhein bol rahi hai...
guzaarish thi ki tum inhe dekh pati...
jo ab khul nahi paati
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Finally, I reached home, keeping bags on threshold of my home, a sigh of relief. After so long, I was back. With my mug filled with strong ginger tea, I climbed up the stairs; I started finding myself as a child who used to climb this stairs, resting hand on wall. I opened the door of storeroom. Its creaking sound irritates me no more, the innocent smile prevailed in my face, seeing the dust-laden, untouched, live things in store, seems more impactful in reminiscence. I started moving towards my cupboard, keys were hanging in the key socket and no wind across to play with them, and I used to hide them somewhere being a notorious child. Gush of dust came in my eyes as I opened the cupboard. I started taking out my belongings, my pens, pencil, drawing sheets with undimensioned images, not clearly visible like memories, but some of them have not faded the colors from it, like imprints in my mind. Some small notebooks with yellow pages and dog-eared ends bought a feel of being grown up. Memories started flooding back, the talks of classmates, uniform(whose belt was also kept as a sign of proud), changing of teaching faces after every class, their well pleated saris, with leather belt wrist watches, designer bindis and those silver foil kept as bookmarks, from consumed chocolates. I opened the notebook; my writing seems a Report Card of my mood swings, when I frown, writing goes at its worst but when happy, turns on to smooth cursive. Every alphabet represents my emotions, ‘f’ seems to be stubborn, ‘d’ seems bit arrogant, and ‘s’ used to smile, being my initials. However, this were not the reason to keep them preserved, it was something else. Red marked signatures, comments and circles of an unforgettable teacher. Her signatures were easy to depict her nature, more polite and ease in handling notorious children. Her comments like good, stars and excellent were enough to tell my attitude on that day. Many four folded paper quoted by her were in between notebook, but no pictures of her. It was the time when my school was changed due to cardiac delicacies as referred by doctor. Unable to concentrate in classes due to health problems but failed to express. My new school, but she was more new, to get her was all destined. Her polite voice and beautiful eyes were full of expressions but neither her eyes, nor voice were successful in depicting the anger. Her chubby cheeks bring more beauty and make us to dare more noise in class. Her teaching never started from textbooks, it was approximately inside bag for fortnight but spellings, dancing, basics of science, I.Q. and current affairs turned on. Extempore were surprising for standard fourth in those days, but not for our mental standard, she used to say.
I was perfect in health and my studies too, months and days passed by, visit to doctors and regular to school were only my job. Exams were conducted, results got declared, she announced that I topped, she left the premises and told us that she will be back by next session’s have not found her there by next session. Being fit, I also changed school.
Today I am pursuing masters in mass communications, and I destined here just because of that motivation, here I see people making many mistakes, as there might be no teachers to up bring the strong roots to them. The university teachers are not going to tell you about spellings, they are just to impart knowledge. I realize that, the right knowledge at right time is in need by a right person; otherwise, it resembles quotation of one of my teacher “vidhyarthi, vidya ki arthi nikalte hai”.
Problem is not our value-based education, but problem is in our education system, in way of teaching...…resulting brain drain.
I still feel downs, there was no one to teach me Hindi and now there is no one to mark red circles in my Hindi articles now. Throwing a challenge when people ask me to proofread the Hindi write-ups. many becomes alumni of renowned colleges by mugging up the logics of science being ignorant to logics, few of my friends still don’t know the word PhD is abbreviated for ? However, toiling and appearing for NET. Nevertheless, that person made me jack of all and elements in me are the inspirations of her. I am searching her in crowded profiles of face books and orkut and no record is available in school now.
Come for Dinner, mom summoned.
I have not wiped the dust and kept it back, leaving keys hanging.
On this Teachers day, my tribute to all my respected teachers, who acted as my parents and to my parents who acted as my teachers, my almighty and instincts of nature who guided me every time.
My inspiration Reena madam, Nivedita madam, Sonalee madam and all the faculties of SJMC.
Swati Shobha Sevlani
Swati.helpu@gmail.com
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Recently, I was too busy with my work, labs, clattering of test tubes, setting centrifuge, diluting the life somewhere with samples etc. I thought that I did forget him, now he is no more in my life. I remembered you, you once said, “People just keep those persons ALIVE in their heart, who don’t actually deserve to be”. And I really practiced it, it helped me too. It was happy to know that, I haven’t kept him alive and he is finally out, YES “He Is Dead”, I was happy and contended. Feeling of victory I bathed with as it was an impossible task I finally turned it done. I never thought that, I will ever be able to survive without him. After my 20 years he was the only reason, basis of my Existence! After all my love, he was.
Yesterday morning I woke up, my head swinging, something burdened my heart and burning my thoughts, I dreamt of him. Consciously not even a single thought running in my from past one month, I thought I m living so happy without him. I thought that my labs centrifuge, spectrometry, diluted him from the memories of my life. I had learnt to disengage my mind, whenever any thought of him used to strike. But I was wrong, love killed me once again, subconsciously he was in me, I closed my doors but it was knocking on threshold,
Then the day terminated but not his memories striking me hard, haunting me. My heart cried badly and giving mix gesture to people around me memories flooded back to me vividly and feelings deep seated growing as a seed. The crew cut he was famous for, sitting in a distance smile prevailing at face. His silence speaking much more. I speak so much, after all a good orator but more than that I loved, without expecting and asking same from him. I trusted him and never thought why he had first sight love, because of my beauty, grown more after loosing my fat by striving to N.C.C.. He asked me for water and joined us; I thought so sarcastic and proposed me on same table at ICH. I started loving him, later on. But I never thought that it is convenient for people to say something, and to do something.
He might have never dreamed about me as he was so busy in his money making as if he used to think that churning the Straw will turn to gold. Money was the only thing bringing so many slips between cups and lips, that Coins which make sounds, bought a sound of Shehnai to his home, he married someone else without letting me know all that, making me confirmed that he is going to engage my finger with the ring of his love by few days ahead in front of my mother, brother and his guardians.
Even after facing all this, I was not able to forget him as if one has opened junkyard where your preserved moments make your eyes wet and you love to be there without caring for dust or spiders.
THIS IS LOVE. Time has passed, situations are not same, my darling never ever loved me and I realized that I was just to fill a void of so called girl friend in his company as every friend of him asking him to fall in love with. My emotions sinking deep to my cavity that mugs, his uniform of captain in which he looked my hubby, but his drinks hang over on my anger and his friends who spoiled him by getting doped to drugs, whish I come to know later on. I too have changed completely. After knowing all this one thing never ended, the same forever, My Love,,,, its still the same. The intensity, that passion, those feelings are the same. They haven’t changed yet.
When he was with me, I felt that this love is everything, the best one, the whole. I can’t love him more than this nor less than this. This was the limit of my infinite love for him. But I never thought that this infinite love born in my heart will actually TRANSCEND time! Now I come to know that, love is IMMORTAL. It never dies; it never runs out. If love is true and deep; it always remains there, in our hearts. Love gives satisfaction; when you let yourself flow into it; when you don’t fear that you will drown or thrown away at the shore. And ultimately you learn to RISE IN LOVE. If there is true love, you will rise; your soul will attain a higher order. Your own chemistry will change for good. Believe me! You will feel oneness with God.
I thank God to give me strength so that, I could love him fully, wholeheartedly. I thank God to give me the potential to love at my very best. It doesn’t matter that I loved somebody who never loved me.
Now I have learnt to live without him, to live without tears, gloom and memories. I don’t need him anymore. I don’t want to see him. Because he is in my heart, forever. Whenever I feel like having him, I know that he will come out from my heart. He is always there ………
I have kept him alive, and will be there throughout my life, till eternity.
The Most important thing is to LOVE ACTUALLY.
Now, I am happy to be as I was before. I have attained my original self, free of anger, tears, pain and anguish. There is no fear of having or loosing him, because
MY LOVE IS AROUND ME; WITHIN ME, WITH ME ALWAYS.
I STILL LOVE YOU THE SAME, MY CAPTAIN.....
(this was a letter of my friend to me, here I ve written it in own manner.)
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From
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No, neither it is Thou,
Nor your Shadow or Images,
Just the Sanctity of your Soul,
Touched by Unspoken Words,
Still Untouched by Waves of mine.
Your Magnanimous Heart, Charming Smile,
Marmalade feel, Abyless vision,
Ecstasy in Divine.
Heart pounding inside, Eyes Vividly open,
Intact words are Interpretable.
This mirage of Mind, or the “Love”
Or “I” dependent on your soul,
Or to Reach the Destination.
But it is neither Me,
Nor my Burning Desires,
My Soul Asking for "Serenity".
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From
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SO SAYS THE PSCHYCOLOGY THAT “CUMULATIVE EFFECT OF MINOR STRESS IS MORE THEN A SINGLE MAJOR STRESS”.
SAME IS THE CASE WITH DEVELOPMENT OF OUR COUNTRY, THERE MIGHT BE 2000 OF PROBLEMS TO DEAL BUT , 2000 POLITICIAN OF INDIA WILL DEAL WITH SINGLE PROBLEM.
THIS MAIM EXPERIENCES OF MANY PEOPLE WHO ARE INNOCENT BUT BEHIND THE BARS ARE ABOUT TO DIE, BUT SYSTEM IS NOT WORKING.
WHY THE 5 YEARS PLAN IS ESTABLISHED, STILL NO ONE KNOWS, WHY NOT IT REDUCES TO 3 OR 1 YEAR PLAN.
THE 4 LANE WORKING OF INDORE CAN BE SEEN FOR EXAMPLE, THE WORK IS HALF LEFT EVERYWHERE, NOT EVEN A SINGLE ROAD WHERE WORK IS COMPLETED, AND SECONDLY ROADS ARE CEMENTED SO A MAJOR ROLE FOR INCREASING GLOBAL WARMING AS CEMENT PRODUCES CARBON DI OXIDE.
THE PATTERN OF EXAMINATIONS, “IAS” DEALS WITH LOTS OF SUBJECTS ASKING ABOUT THEORETICAL QUESTIONS, THERE ARE MANY WHO ARE HAVING CAPACITY TO DEAL GREATLY WITH PRACTICAL LEADERSHIP SKILLS, NAHI MAGAR WOH TO 17TH AUR 18TH CENTURY KA PUCHENGE, WHAT THE HELL ABILITY OF A LEADER...
SAME IS THE CASE IN THE EXAMS OF PMT'S WHERE THE WEIRD QUESTIONS ARE ASKED LIKE DNA RECOMBINANT TECHNOLOGY, NO ONE IS INTRODUCED TO IT TILL 12TH STANDARD AND ITS PRACTICAL ARE CARRIED BY GREAT INSTITUTES, HOW THE STUDENT CAN RESPOND IF NOT PRACTICALLY SEEN, BUT ONE WHO CRAMMER AND MUG UPS SUCCEED IN EXAMINATIONS...
THERE ARE MANY IN MY FRIEND LIST WHO ARE ERUDITE FOR KNOWLEDGE OF MEDICAL WITHOUT STUDYING IT BUT STILL UNSUCCESSFUL IN MEDICAL ENTRANCES..
WHY SYSTEM IS NOT CHANGING, THAT WORN OUT TOOLS ARE NO MORE HELPFUL FOR THE SELECTION OF RIGHT CANDIDATE, WHY PEOPLE DON’T WORK ON THE GRADING SYSTEMS AS FOCUSES BY 3 IDIOTS...
PEOPLE DIE IN THE THRUST OF SUCCESS, NOT FOR BEING CAPABLE....
WHY SOMETIMES CUT OFF MARKS ARE SEEN HOWEVER THE STUDENT OF 78.9 PERCENT DESERVES THE SAME AS THE STUDENT WHO SECURES 78.6 OR 77.6
EVERYONE KNOWS THAT AVERAGE STUDENT EXCELS AS THEY BRING CONCEPT AND NOT THE WORD TO WORD ANSWERS STILL OT PREFERRED FOR INSTITUTES
WHY NO SCALE IS MADE IN SI UNITS OR IUPAC NOMENCLATURE WHICH MEASURES THE PERCENTAGES OF HONESTY, TRUTHFULNESS AND HARD WORK AND ESPECIALLY THE CORRUPTION MENTALITY, WHY THIS MACHINES WERE IN USE IN TELEVISION CHANNELS BUT NOT FOR OUR POLITICAL SYSTEMS.
WHY NO SUBJECT LIKE HONESTY IS INCLUDED IN SYLLABUS BY KAPIL SIBAL..
WHY THE A STANDS FRO APPLE, B FOR BALL AND FINALLY C FOR CAT BUT NOT FOR SOMETHING ELSE, EVERYONE IS KNOWING WHAT WE ARE LACKING BUT WHY NO MARCH IS AHEAD...
THATS WHY CHINA REPRESENTS ITS MECHANICAL,TECHNICAL,ROBOMIND,MARTIAL CAPS AND DEVELOPMENT....
BY THIS MORNING, SBI ATMS WERE NOT WORKING BY 10.30 IN MORNING, ONE NEWLY OPENED BRANCH IN INDRAPURI IS NEVER WORKING, ONE MACHINE IS JUST INSTALLED TO CHECK THE BALANCE NOT FOR WITHDRAWING AS IT SEEMS, SAME IS THE CONDITION IN BHAWARKUA AND QUES GOES INSIDE IT, THERE ARE GUARDS FOR IDBI, ICICI ANS BOI BUT NO ONE FOR SBI.
PEOPLE JUST TAKE PICTURE WITH NEW PLANT AND SAYS THAT WE IMPLANTED 1000 OF THEM AND PHOTO IS ON THE NEWSPAPERS BUT IF YOU VISIT THE PLACE YOU WILL COME TO KNOW HOW MANY OF THE PLANTS ERE ANCHORED...
WHEN MOHADI WAS DECLARED AS MAYOR OF INDORE, MANY CRACKERS WERE MAKING NOISE UPTILL 5 IN MORNING, BEING A STUDENT AREA EVERYONE WAS UNDERGOING EXAMS, MANY OF US THOUGHT TO TAKE AN ACTION BUT WHO WILL SAY TO THEM,
JAB RAJAA HI GALAT TO PRAJA KYA BOLE....
SMALL STUFFS, STUPID PROBLEMS LIKE ROAD, TRAFFIC, POLLUTION CAN BE DEALT GREATLY WITH THE ADMINISTRATION BUT NO ONE IS DEALING.
TRAFFIC POLICE CAN'T BEAR THE SCORCHING HEAT AND LADEN COLD SO IS OUT OF THE SPOT...
CONSTRUCTING MALLS IS NOT ABOUT PROGRESS.
ACCORDING TO CRIME REPORT OF 2008 IT SAYS INDORE IS 2ND CITY IN INDIA WHICH HAD GREATEST CRIME JUST BECAUSE OF CROSS CULTURES, WHY MADHYA PRADESH DON’T BAN THE ADMISSIONS OF OTHER STATE, WHY GIVING PLACE TO OTHER PEOPLE WHEN THERE IS NO STATE WHO IS GIVING PLACE TO ANOTHER STATE...
STATES ARE SEPARATED, ONE DAY SCIENTIST WILL LAUNCH A NEW METHODOLOGY TO SEPARATE THE SKY...SAYING THIS IS FOR BLAA BLAA STATE....
IS THIS THE ONLY WAY FOR “THE SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST.”
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Posted on
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10:09:40 PM
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From
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11:23:12 PM
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From
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Posted on
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5:50:31 PM
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From
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From
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So I am back, after all the laziness mingled with my semesters but this time I am with my photos of my best friends ...Animals
The innocence make them suffered but lets don't misuse or neglect them.....
One more photo is for my best friend ...off-course "SCRATCHMYSOUL"
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So this time I m writing about what happend to me, I m staying at hostel, people enjoy the indepedence here,they cheat their parents, irregular to colleges,misusing the time,many goes saddist...many become aristorcrats...
many, many and many...
Love is now wrongly defined by everyone of them, a confusion between infatuation, love and attraction is common at such places...generally hostels are badnaam or not good place to live in...but there are many who are obedient, studious and at right track,sorry to say but I m one of them...
But something happened to me is far from the fantasies of love...
I faced it many times but this time it was bit strange, bit sensitive,insulting and a learning for me....
Deepali, Preety and Bharti are three roomies staying in three seater room.As my door opens, a door I can see in front is of the room belonging to that three devils, sometimes open,untidy, messy, sometime dark,gals sleeping till eleven at morning but rarely I can see that door locked as they never go to colleges, untill examinations are on the head.
Bharti was late entry in that room, came not because of studies actually but something else, so called "love", more important the hell love is to the career and thier parents.
Deepali and preety used to boil eggs, even when cooking non veg not permitted, no one complained but Bharti complained that time...I thought Bharti is genuine and once she burst out to tears while talking to her mother at phone that girls are selfish,listening all this, my roomy supported her alot and told me that she is ill treated by her roomies.
I m used to complain about the noises produced by the 12 girls at mid night, they all started hating me and wished ever to take revenge once before leaving this hostel, but I cant compromise with my studies, how can I...???
Next day i felt something stinking, i complained to owner, she again inspected and Deepali said that I m using Chicken Masala, which is with green circle in it and not non veg.
After two days, Bharti came to my room as I was the only girl helping to answer her some question which noone likes to,but I thought that the girl is in need and so I can help her.
This time she havent came to ask but something to tell, she whispered that Deepali and Preety are planning to cook chicken by this evening, they will use spices which dont let the flesh of innocent animal to stink.
She continued that she ll be out by evening but when will cook something,you just phone owner and catch them red handed.
The thing was told by Bharti in front of my roomy and more 4 of my friends,they were ear witness and eye too.
But Bharti was back by evening and came to my room saying that they are about to start cooking and she said that I ve complained to Dadi, you also make a call and say her.Without realising what I m doing and there is no nedd to complain when Bharti alreay did, it was my foolishness, I place a call and told all this to owner.
owner came and inspected but scolded me a lot that they cooked dal, how can you blame them...I told owner that Bharti approached you befor me, she said you are the only girl who said this, Bharti havent came to me.I was dumpstruck...
I forced Bharti to come in front and favor us but she replied raising her eyebrows that how can I say all this, why I will say all this to owner about my helping roomies and listening all this, Deepali shown me a symbol to slap,and asked have u ever been in five star hotel ? I was infuriated by this and owner understood the things but havent said to Deepali to not in such a manner,she is 6 feet and I m just 5 feet 3 inches,she showed her bulky body as if sumo fighter and behaved as if masculine,giving awkward expressions...I felt insulted and she is 4 years junior to me,not knowing the way talk to elders when i was polite and havent slipped to anger of mine,she continued using abusive words for me, Bharti was not ready to come out and denied that there is nothing like this.
More 12 people came from a renowned college of M.B.A., making strength, favouring Deepali and shouting on me, I was alone trying to sort out the things...
and lastly that day, they burst to peels of laughters and enjoying the evening, deciding to party, whereas my collars getting wet by tears, sobbing silently...
When the justice will happen? what will happen to all three? I know god will justify but when? as there are many injustice happned to me in past still not judged by almighty....her words were insulting the reputed, honest postion of my father...
Iska matlab yeh to nahi ki koi gareeb ke saath bura hua ho to woh nyay ki apekshe na rahe kyunki woh gareeb hai...
I was alone to fight and still fighting..
why people are disguised, why do they prefer politics, what they will achieve by doing all this????
Why Bharti played all this, even when I was the only girl who supported her and gave her lost sim card to her,which was her need at time, gave her lot of my precious time solving her career problem, responding genuine to her??
I know this happened to me earlier too but shouldnt I complain to owner then,what about forgotten fundamental rights of a citizen...
What about my religion, my spirituality who never told us to kill the animals ???
Now I m requesting all of you to reply all my question as people in this blogging websites are more learned and might have faced such conditions or like that in their lifetime.
I m not able to take revenge to anyone and atleast not by negative way.
When I go to mess and have my dinner and lunch, they gossips "how much yummy the fish is,bone marrow is and i love murgi,leg piece."
What should I do to tranquilise myself????
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Posted on
Saturday, December 12, 2009
7:47:05 AM
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From
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Posted on
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11:46:04 PM
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From
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Posted on
Friday, December 11, 2009
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From
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Posted on
Friday, December 11, 2009
10:17:11 PM
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From
Johny
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Posted on
Friday, December 11, 2009
5:58:23 PM
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From
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Posted on
Friday, December 11, 2009
4:23:08 PM
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From
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From
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DOGS IN, PIGS OUT, NO HUMAN BUT SURELY ANIMALS ARE THERE TO SEE...BUT IT WILL BE MORE EXACT TO SAY THAT NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ANIMALS AND HUMAN, BEST SEEN AT M.Y.H.
PLEASE GO THROUGH THE PHOTOS.
FIRST DOG INSIDE THE HOSPITAL,
SECONDLY PIGS IN THE GARDEN OF THE HOSPITAL, WHERE PEOPLE WERE ALSO SITTED.
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Posted on
Sunday, January 31, 2010
10:11:39 PM
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From
Sachin Rai
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Thursday, December 31, 2009
4:46:11 PM
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From
Shankar Das
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Posted on
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
2:54:50 PM
Modified on
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
2:55:51 PM
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From
Shahdab Almelkar
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Posted on
Monday, December 07, 2009
6:14:12 AM
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From
Prof. Prem Mohan Lakhotia
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From
Swati Shobha Sevlani
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THE DEVELOPMENT OF MADHYA PRADESH LACKING BEHIND BECAUSE OF LACK OF HONESTY, HARD WORK AND SINCERITY.
THE CASE OF MAHARAJA YASHWANTRAO HOSPITAL THIS TIME....
CASE 1 - I PLACED A CALL AT M.Y. HOSPITAL(M.Y.H) BEFORE 3 YEARS AFTER WATCHING THE AD, DIPLAYING AT LOCAL CHANNEL, ASKING FOR B+ DONAR FOR BLOOD CANCER PATIENT, A CHILD OF 6 TO 7 YEARS BUT I TRIED THREE OF THE GIVEN NUMBERS, NONE OF THE CALL GOT PLACED AND AD WAS DISPLAYING ITS TOO URGENT, I VISITED NEXT DAY TO GIVE HIM BLOOD BY 7 a.m. AT MORNING BUT I WAS ASKED TO COME AFTER 10 BY A NURSE, THUS I VISITED AGAIN AND GAVE BLOOD BUT IT WAS TRANSFUSED TO CHILD BODY BY EVENING 5 p.m..
THE PATIENT REALLY SEEMS TO HAVE URGENT NEED FROM LAST TWO DAYS, NOONE WAS THERE OF HIS KINS TO HELP THEM OUT, HIS FATHER GAVE HIM BLOOD THRICE A MONTH AND MOTHER GAVE HIM ONCE, BUT NO ONE WAS THERE TO AVAIL THE BLOOD, THE BOY'S FATHER WAS TOUCHING MY FEET AND SAYING THANKS AGAIN AND AGAIN, A DEEP FEELING OF PAIN DROWNSED ME THAT DAY.
DOGS IN, PIGS OUT
CASE 2 - MY recent visit to M.Y.H on 29th november insisted me to write something on it, my anger, my voice or my unsatisfactory eye peeping the management of hospital.My steps forcing me to go at every turn and compartment, sometimes ganeral ward, chemotherapy department and sometimes the corridors.
A well maintained garden consecutive to the garden(in the campus) with wild grass and pigs roaming at that place as shown in photo. I thoght that pigs are at the verge of extinction from Indore but that verge is on the M.Y.H.
THIS IS HOSPITAL, A WORK FROM STATE GOVT.
CASE 3 - THE ASBESTORS SHEET ARE FIXED TO HIDE THE UNCLEANED AREA ON THE FIRST FLOOR BUT THE SAME AREA CAN BE SEEN FROM THE SECOND FLOOR AS SHOWN IN PICS.
THE TAB WAS OPEN AND WATER WAS GETTING DRAINED AND NOONE WAS THERE TO LOOK AFTER.
A DOG WAS ROAMING INSIDE AT REGISTRATION OFFICE AND THEN SAME DOG COMES UP FROM STAIRS AND WANDERING ALL AROUND THE CORRIDOR, CAN YOU EVER IMAGINE A DOG WANDERING NEARBY THE ROOMS IN PRIVATE HOSPITALS, THUS DOGS IN, PIGS OUT.
I REQUEST THE AUTHORITY TO KEEP AN EYE ON IT VIA THIS BLOGGING WEBSITE, I SERIOUSLY WISH TO ALERT THE AUTHORITY TO GO AND HAVE A HONEST INSPECTION AROUND THE CORNERS OF THE HOSPITAL, NOT SEEING THE OUTER CONSTRUCTION OF HOSPITAL.
TWO OF MORE PHOTOS ARE UPLOADED ON NEXT BLOG WITHOUT ANY DESCRIPTION AS ONLY FOUR CAN BE UPLOADED AT A TIME.PLEASE CHECK THOSE TWO AS NEEDED BADLY TO TELL YOU THE SITUATION.
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From
Swati Shobha Sevlani
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SO THE ELECTIONS ARE AT PEAK, THE DRIVE ON M.G. ROAD ON LAST SUNDAY i.e. 29th NOV. I FETCHED SOME PHOTOS GIVING BEST OF DESCRIPTION ABOUT OUR UPCOMING SO CALLED "LEADERS" AND ABOUT THOSE WHO ARE ON RULING CHAIRS RIGHT NOW.
THE HOARDINGS WERE COVERED WITH CANVASS OF PARTIES, AND WAS GETTING REMOVED AS IT WAS ILLEGAL.REMOVAL TEAM APPROACHED DURING ELECTIONS AS ITS THE SENSITIVE TIME TO OBSERVE THERE WORK TOO, HOWEVER THESE OUR "SO CALLED" LEADERS, MISUSING THE PROPERTY RIGHT FROM THE PROPAGANDA..
SECONDLY,THE VEHICLE RUSHING FAST WHEN RED TURNED GREEN,THERE WAS NO NUMBER IN THE VEHICLE, COMING IN FRONT OF THAT CAR, I CAME TO KNOW ITS THE VEHICLE OF "JILA SANCHALAK" WRITTEN WITH BOLD LETTERS.
AANCHAAR SANHITA(NOT KNOWING THE ENGLISH TERM) HAS BEEN DECLARED BUT NEITHER ROOF LIGHTS TAKEN OUT NOR THE DESIGNATION IN FRONT OF CARS, I CAME ACROSS APPROX 6 -7 VEHICLES AT RAJWADA AT SAME SPOT ON SAME DAY.
THIRD PHOTO IS FROM THE SAME VEHICLE OF MEGISTRATE WHOSE NUMBER PLATE HALF BROKEN AND ALSO GOING AGAINST THE RULES.
THESE ARE OUR AUTHORITIES,THE QUALITY AND TASTE OF LEADERSHIP DOESNT EXIST IN THEM.
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