She is 31 today.
She is like Karina Kapoor in her new avatar.
Attitude, boisterous, cheeky, sexy and can get away with murder.
Passionate, caring, loving, and emotional and she couldn’t hurt a soul.
I started as a tenant at her mom’s house. Had some common friends from college, though much junior.
As I believe, Men and women can’t be just friends, in sublimity, attraction is natural, and acceptance in public is unnatural.
I think I was closer mentally to her elder sister though Payal was friendlier.
I was an uninvited guest for quite a few dinners.
Ask any hostel guy, what a perfect recipe this is for your morale.
Two pretty ladies, home food to eat and two whiskeys assured by the colonel.
Little shamelessness does not do much harm.
Not a good thing for a bachelor, but their parents used to feel secure when they were outing with me.
A few times, got caught as well.
We must have seen at least a couple of dozen movies together,
I must have seen her thru at least half a dozen boys, coming and going out of her life.
Her intensity was almost the same as always.
Left the love of her life to join Singapore airlines, and quit that for another love.
Now married to a firangi, settled and has a kid.
Keeps in touch, and supposedly still the same.
Didn’t you always ask who do I love, you or your sister.
Of course you, as always.
Happy Birthday.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
That Is Why
There are many sides of a story.
Only the well lit is visible.
Like there is day only on the sides where the sun shines, rest stays dark.
There are also shades of gray. Dusk and dawn.
What happened yesterday, and what we will be living with all our lives is the same dusk and dawn.
As I chronicle this, from the hospital room.
I can only show one part of the story at a time.
To be fair to both parties, I would focus on none, instead myself.
Rohan is 6 years younger than I.
Yesterday, Dad shot him, at his foot, missing by centimeters.
World War II German masterpiece weapon, Mouser, .975 bore, is known for its precison.
And my dad is a decent shot, and he fired from not more than 10 ft away.
The lead hit the brick floor, centimeters from Rohan’s s feet, must have splintered and deflected in an angle to hit him in his left calf, missing the femur, by millimeters. Small lead and brick pieces made their way thru, flesh at some 30 different sites below the knee. The thick denim must have reduced the velocity of impact.
He was rushed to a Patna hospital.
Must have lost around a liter of blood and 200 gms of flesh.
Could take more than a month for all wound to heal, and two for him to walk.
He is asleep for most of the day today. We have not spoken about the incident. Both of us have not seen each other in the eye.
I can read his eyes.
He is confused, is unsure of his own emotions.
More than the pain caused by the bullet, he is pained at the thoughts.
Anyone would be.
But then he had asked for it.
Rather then getting into further details, my point of view is that, my dad had planned to scare him and retain his lost glory. And to an extent he has succeeded.
Just that he will have to live with the guilt of shooting his son all his life.
And one thinks there are other impediments to development.
Infrastructure, governments, society et al.
It begins at home.
All the above are, what they are, is because what we are at home.
If we do not have electricity at home.
Or, Roads, schools, hospitals, banks, telephones, businesses, entertainment, travelers, investors.
A self sufficient Gandhi’s village turns into fiefdom where property is your identity.
Ruining lives, talents. Clipping own wings, and tying the anchor around ones feet.
Killing your creativity for some stupid pride, which is insecurity that you are able of nothing else but, what your fathers have left for you.
What has this stooped to?
Who do I blame, but myself, for have not done enough. Not planned well, not been assertive enough.
This is the reason, why I was here. So many said and still say, I have been wasting my life. Why would one start a business with so many odds stacked against it.
Well there is more than money to be gained or lost.
That is why.
(This is an act of fiction, any similarity to truth is completely coincidental, this is in no way my confession, and I can not be prisoned or produced in a court of law)
(The police report says, it was my rifle and not my dads. Though the chances of the Bihar police tracing my blog to falsify the case is super bleak, still why take chances)
Only the well lit is visible.
Like there is day only on the sides where the sun shines, rest stays dark.
There are also shades of gray. Dusk and dawn.
What happened yesterday, and what we will be living with all our lives is the same dusk and dawn.
As I chronicle this, from the hospital room.
I can only show one part of the story at a time.
To be fair to both parties, I would focus on none, instead myself.
Rohan is 6 years younger than I.
Yesterday, Dad shot him, at his foot, missing by centimeters.
World War II German masterpiece weapon, Mouser, .975 bore, is known for its precison.
And my dad is a decent shot, and he fired from not more than 10 ft away.
The lead hit the brick floor, centimeters from Rohan’s s feet, must have splintered and deflected in an angle to hit him in his left calf, missing the femur, by millimeters. Small lead and brick pieces made their way thru, flesh at some 30 different sites below the knee. The thick denim must have reduced the velocity of impact.
He was rushed to a Patna hospital.
Must have lost around a liter of blood and 200 gms of flesh.
Could take more than a month for all wound to heal, and two for him to walk.
He is asleep for most of the day today. We have not spoken about the incident. Both of us have not seen each other in the eye.
I can read his eyes.
He is confused, is unsure of his own emotions.
More than the pain caused by the bullet, he is pained at the thoughts.
Anyone would be.
But then he had asked for it.
Rather then getting into further details, my point of view is that, my dad had planned to scare him and retain his lost glory. And to an extent he has succeeded.
Just that he will have to live with the guilt of shooting his son all his life.
And one thinks there are other impediments to development.
Infrastructure, governments, society et al.
It begins at home.
All the above are, what they are, is because what we are at home.
If we do not have electricity at home.
Or, Roads, schools, hospitals, banks, telephones, businesses, entertainment, travelers, investors.
A self sufficient Gandhi’s village turns into fiefdom where property is your identity.
Ruining lives, talents. Clipping own wings, and tying the anchor around ones feet.
Killing your creativity for some stupid pride, which is insecurity that you are able of nothing else but, what your fathers have left for you.
What has this stooped to?
Who do I blame, but myself, for have not done enough. Not planned well, not been assertive enough.
This is the reason, why I was here. So many said and still say, I have been wasting my life. Why would one start a business with so many odds stacked against it.
Well there is more than money to be gained or lost.
That is why.
(This is an act of fiction, any similarity to truth is completely coincidental, this is in no way my confession, and I can not be prisoned or produced in a court of law)
(The police report says, it was my rifle and not my dads. Though the chances of the Bihar police tracing my blog to falsify the case is super bleak, still why take chances)
Friday, July 25, 2008
Swatantra party dot networked
Bhartiya Rashtravadi Samanta Party (BRSP)-, Shiv Khera, the international Author and educator, has taken his books too seriously.
He has floated a Political Party in India. More over, has added an “R” to the BSP.
Nationalism to Mayawati’s ideology.
He is welcome for sure, any change is Indian politics should be welcome, as it has reached its nadir.
I think the decision must have been planned for a later date, as the advertisement looked a little less planned.
Looking at the scenes in parliament, any nationalist would be incited to float one of his parties.
Reasons could be on both sides. There is money in politics, as every vote counts
. And there is a lot more than money to be lost due to Indian politics, and as every vote counts, it becomes our duty to be there.
I hope Mr. Khera belongs to the later sort of politicians.
He has asked a few questions, to which if we agree, could be part of his platform-party whatever.
More are general questions, to which any nationalist would agree, and some are not researched.
Like their views on population and civil code, appeasement etc.
We already have a BJP and other nationalist party to do this for us.
Indian is not a nation, it’s a continent.
You can’t have a nationalist party, you can have a regional party, and you can have a religion party.
And Mr. Khera is confusing religion with nationalism.
However, my best wishes.
To add to his efforts, we have done our bit yesterday.
A little that could be done at this stage.
But Manu has booked, “swatantraparty.net”
No awards for guesses on what’s on anvil.
Hold your horses, don’t trade them now.
He has floated a Political Party in India. More over, has added an “R” to the BSP.
Nationalism to Mayawati’s ideology.
He is welcome for sure, any change is Indian politics should be welcome, as it has reached its nadir.
I think the decision must have been planned for a later date, as the advertisement looked a little less planned.
Looking at the scenes in parliament, any nationalist would be incited to float one of his parties.
Reasons could be on both sides. There is money in politics, as every vote counts
. And there is a lot more than money to be lost due to Indian politics, and as every vote counts, it becomes our duty to be there.
I hope Mr. Khera belongs to the later sort of politicians.
He has asked a few questions, to which if we agree, could be part of his platform-party whatever.
More are general questions, to which any nationalist would agree, and some are not researched.
Like their views on population and civil code, appeasement etc.
We already have a BJP and other nationalist party to do this for us.
Indian is not a nation, it’s a continent.
You can’t have a nationalist party, you can have a regional party, and you can have a religion party.
And Mr. Khera is confusing religion with nationalism.
However, my best wishes.
To add to his efforts, we have done our bit yesterday.
A little that could be done at this stage.
But Manu has booked, “swatantraparty.net”
No awards for guesses on what’s on anvil.
Hold your horses, don’t trade them now.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
A-Maize-Zing Food security
Bihar Produces the maximum corn in this country, in fact the yield per acre is higher than that of the highest producer of corn in the world, the U.S.
Last month the central government proclaimed a Ban on exports of Maize.
No one makes a hue and cry when they ban exports of agricultural produce.
Middle class, voters think that it is good for them as this would make food available in the market and bring down the prices.
Of course this is misconceived notion and maybe I will talk about this some other time.
Who eats maize for god’s sake?
Does this country have rations for chicken feed and cattle fodder too?
When Farmers in Kosi belt are dying with the stocks of corm piled up on Khagaria station, germinating.
I will tell you how this government and any government work.
There are lobbies of chicken feed and cattle feed manufacturers who influence these politicians to come up with this amazing Ban theory.
The rotting and fermenting corn can be used for ethanol and bio fuels.
With a decision like this the rates of corn comes down to Rs. 2 a kg from Rs. 6 a kg.
Kosi belt will be submerged under water for next 4 months.
Where will all the farmers and the laborers go?
Either pile up in front of political touts for jobs “NREGS” or the same touts will get them jobs in “Delhi Metro”
They are facing labor shortages there.
It works fine for everyone. State govt. is sitting on its bum, and centre is signing nuclear deals, as if without that the world would come to an end.
Well, disgust is all you can feel.
What does on do?
For one, I can start a chicken feed company and then export. Not bad. Huh!
Last month the central government proclaimed a Ban on exports of Maize.
No one makes a hue and cry when they ban exports of agricultural produce.
Middle class, voters think that it is good for them as this would make food available in the market and bring down the prices.
Of course this is misconceived notion and maybe I will talk about this some other time.
Who eats maize for god’s sake?
Does this country have rations for chicken feed and cattle fodder too?
When Farmers in Kosi belt are dying with the stocks of corm piled up on Khagaria station, germinating.
I will tell you how this government and any government work.
There are lobbies of chicken feed and cattle feed manufacturers who influence these politicians to come up with this amazing Ban theory.
The rotting and fermenting corn can be used for ethanol and bio fuels.
With a decision like this the rates of corn comes down to Rs. 2 a kg from Rs. 6 a kg.
Kosi belt will be submerged under water for next 4 months.
Where will all the farmers and the laborers go?
Either pile up in front of political touts for jobs “NREGS” or the same touts will get them jobs in “Delhi Metro”
They are facing labor shortages there.
It works fine for everyone. State govt. is sitting on its bum, and centre is signing nuclear deals, as if without that the world would come to an end.
Well, disgust is all you can feel.
What does on do?
For one, I can start a chicken feed company and then export. Not bad. Huh!
Company Affairs
Our company took a fresh loan from the bank around 5 months back.
Every time a company does some thing like that, there has to be a creation and registration of charge, with the registrar of companies.
The registrar does all what is prescribed by the ministry of company affairs.
There is a time frame within which the charge ahs to be created, every time there are some changes in the companies structure.
This time it was 300 days.
Now, on the7th of July the ministry issues a notification that this has been amended to 60 days and that too with effect from 5th of July.
Now this is ridiculous. Like all government notifications, this also defies logic.
How can some thing be affected from a date already surpassed?
In my case, where it has already passed 150 days. Without any time rectify, a law has been imposed.
Now I have to go to the company law board, present my case and get special permission.
This special permission would be for almost all the companies, who have anything to register.
So with a simple stroke of pen, they have created a parallel economy for the Babu’s.
Grease their palms, company secretaries are happy as they get additional job to perform.
And small fries like me will have an affair with the amazing company of the Bengali Babu’s.
Ok Babu moshaye, here I come.
Every time a company does some thing like that, there has to be a creation and registration of charge, with the registrar of companies.
The registrar does all what is prescribed by the ministry of company affairs.
There is a time frame within which the charge ahs to be created, every time there are some changes in the companies structure.
This time it was 300 days.
Now, on the7th of July the ministry issues a notification that this has been amended to 60 days and that too with effect from 5th of July.
Now this is ridiculous. Like all government notifications, this also defies logic.
How can some thing be affected from a date already surpassed?
In my case, where it has already passed 150 days. Without any time rectify, a law has been imposed.
Now I have to go to the company law board, present my case and get special permission.
This special permission would be for almost all the companies, who have anything to register.
So with a simple stroke of pen, they have created a parallel economy for the Babu’s.
Grease their palms, company secretaries are happy as they get additional job to perform.
And small fries like me will have an affair with the amazing company of the Bengali Babu’s.
Ok Babu moshaye, here I come.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Happy Birthday III
She Was 35 yesterday.
She is one of the ladies, I have had spent some time in my life, thinking and being together.
10 years back she was a radical when it came to women’s liberation. Though not the extent of burning their Bra’s.
But, she had a point. A health freak with a sturdy body, confidence oozing she could have any guy lusting for her, and she could actually hit a guy.
I have had the opportunity to see that once; some one had brushed past her admirable assets. Unknowingly, she did ignite thoughts in my mind, but her stances usually kept boys scared and away. I was not different.
She is married, has a kid though only in touch over face book. I do keep myself abreast with her life for old time’s sake.
She has still been a fighter till date, and facing life’s turbulence with grit.
She was my valentines date, and that is good memory.
Also a few journey’s we did together.
In those years, she must have been the only girl I slept with.
Yes, in deep slumber.
Happy Birthday, Girl.
She is one of the ladies, I have had spent some time in my life, thinking and being together.
10 years back she was a radical when it came to women’s liberation. Though not the extent of burning their Bra’s.
But, she had a point. A health freak with a sturdy body, confidence oozing she could have any guy lusting for her, and she could actually hit a guy.
I have had the opportunity to see that once; some one had brushed past her admirable assets. Unknowingly, she did ignite thoughts in my mind, but her stances usually kept boys scared and away. I was not different.
She is married, has a kid though only in touch over face book. I do keep myself abreast with her life for old time’s sake.
She has still been a fighter till date, and facing life’s turbulence with grit.
She was my valentines date, and that is good memory.
Also a few journey’s we did together.
In those years, she must have been the only girl I slept with.
Yes, in deep slumber.
Happy Birthday, Girl.
Nuclear Waste
I have this terrible headache today, and I think I know what the cause might have been.
It is kind of unusual, but true.
I think I have been exposed to nuclear radiation.
Well, the closest reactor could be from Tibet. One of the 44 reactors that china has.
Or the one in New Delhi, with a pillared round stone building, they call the Indian Parliament.
It is a reactor of sorts, and they were discharging effluents and nuclear waste all day yesterday. That must have got me.
The whole process of creating nuclear energy was visible through out Indian media, a minute to minute report.
Enough Waste to contaminate the whole country.
The reactor it self was built by the Brits, and the process is nothing but a 200 year old legacy of the first parliament they have it by the Thames.
In Delhi they have the Yamuna, and one can evaluate by the comparison, of the state of the rivers, the waste being generated by the reactors.
They surely need the fuels in India, as the leader of the opposition and the prime minister and the all those trying to make a point, reacting in the reactor, did not have enough energy to make their words effective.
The uranium was being sold outside the parliament up to 25 crore a vote, some went for old fashioned barter of seat arrangement and cabinet berths.
Well, I know the reason of my headache, it must be pure disgust.
I’d better save my energies for something more rosy.
It is kind of unusual, but true.
I think I have been exposed to nuclear radiation.
Well, the closest reactor could be from Tibet. One of the 44 reactors that china has.
Or the one in New Delhi, with a pillared round stone building, they call the Indian Parliament.
It is a reactor of sorts, and they were discharging effluents and nuclear waste all day yesterday. That must have got me.
The whole process of creating nuclear energy was visible through out Indian media, a minute to minute report.
Enough Waste to contaminate the whole country.
The reactor it self was built by the Brits, and the process is nothing but a 200 year old legacy of the first parliament they have it by the Thames.
In Delhi they have the Yamuna, and one can evaluate by the comparison, of the state of the rivers, the waste being generated by the reactors.
They surely need the fuels in India, as the leader of the opposition and the prime minister and the all those trying to make a point, reacting in the reactor, did not have enough energy to make their words effective.
The uranium was being sold outside the parliament up to 25 crore a vote, some went for old fashioned barter of seat arrangement and cabinet berths.
Well, I know the reason of my headache, it must be pure disgust.
I’d better save my energies for something more rosy.
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