“Bheem Barrage Toot Gaya”
Its like the conch shell bugle for the beginning of Mahabharata, all the great warriors had one.
This one is for the beginning of floods in Bihar.
Nepal has opened the gates of all its barrages, water flowing from the great Himalayas, after satisfying the needs of Prachanda’s democracy, will come swiftly thru whole of north Bihar and would make haste approach to the Bay of Bengal.
Taking away enroute thousands of human lives and another couple of thousand lives of cattle’s, millions worth of human efforts will be washed away, like their sins, from a holy dip in the Ganga.
All water will assemble at the Farakka, waiting for government’s bureaucratic machinery to start taking permission from the Bangladesh government to release water. Till then North of Bihar will face a deluge. For next three months that will be.
As I travel from Katihar to Khagaria,
The sight out of the train window is beautiful.
Water spread over all of paddy greens,
Crimson sun setting at the horizon,
Its ambience reflecting on the waters,
Spread over all what your eyes can see,
Clouds in the pure blue sky, streaked in red,
As if an Indian beau spreading her red chiffon over the sky,
In the clouds, thru you can see her curves.
Wish you were here….
On ground what you can see is cattle and humans herding together on the bunds and raised ground.
Cattle will shortly loose fodder and will have to reach along with the waters at the doorsteps of Bangladesh for slaughter.
All railway platforms will be home to a few millions for next few months.
Nitish Kumar will shout, like all other soon,
“We need funds – this is a national calamity, like never before”
Few days back he had said, “We are prepared for floods”
Yep, damn right, I have cleared my cupboards, to stack all the moolah.
Here it is Mr. Kumar.
Blow your conch. (Watch out, it might give you hernia)
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Platform
Travel teaches tolerance.
An Indian railway teaches intolerance, perpetuates depression and invigorates frustration.
On way to the Himalayan Kingdom, I am stranded at Katihar station, for 6 hours now and will be perhaps another 6 hours before this iron horse budges.
Bengal is on strike and all trains enroute are stranded.
No train official in site, toilets are in bad shape, coaches are cockroach infested, vendors, beggars, rag pickers, pickpockets and snatchers congested.
Berths have become smaller.
But the railway’s Balance sheet is getting bigger.
Laloo knows what media buys and their intellectual bankcruptcy
He is making most of the India shining,
People ignore what they see with their naked eye.
They believe in what media has to show.
In what the politicians propose.
There has been so much of noise about the Indian railways doing great.
Just travel once to anywhere and you will know the truth.
But then you might be a super optimistic or a blind to say that, this is just one situation, others might be fine.
Balance sheets are fudged, and more over governments figures.
Anyway a socialist government is not supposed to make a profit that is what they say in their manifestos.
No competition. Will obviously lead to people being satisfied with what they get. Railways know it well.
People who make news or effect policies either do not travel by train or get a first class treatment in the trains.
For the rest of us, we just wait at the Platform.
An Indian railway teaches intolerance, perpetuates depression and invigorates frustration.
On way to the Himalayan Kingdom, I am stranded at Katihar station, for 6 hours now and will be perhaps another 6 hours before this iron horse budges.
Bengal is on strike and all trains enroute are stranded.
No train official in site, toilets are in bad shape, coaches are cockroach infested, vendors, beggars, rag pickers, pickpockets and snatchers congested.
Berths have become smaller.
But the railway’s Balance sheet is getting bigger.
Laloo knows what media buys and their intellectual bankcruptcy
He is making most of the India shining,
People ignore what they see with their naked eye.
They believe in what media has to show.
In what the politicians propose.
There has been so much of noise about the Indian railways doing great.
Just travel once to anywhere and you will know the truth.
But then you might be a super optimistic or a blind to say that, this is just one situation, others might be fine.
Balance sheets are fudged, and more over governments figures.
Anyway a socialist government is not supposed to make a profit that is what they say in their manifestos.
No competition. Will obviously lead to people being satisfied with what they get. Railways know it well.
People who make news or effect policies either do not travel by train or get a first class treatment in the trains.
For the rest of us, we just wait at the Platform.
Men Are Dogs
Yep. I agree, to the core.
Dear lady, there is just one way out, if you have to live with them.
Either be Masters or become Bitches.
Taking last evening’s conversation ahead…
Men are dogs, some less some more.
But then concentrate on the solution and not the problem.
What are you going to do about it?
Like most women, are you going to snoop, nag, avoid his and yours socializing, restrict his movements, call him umpteen times while he is away, smell his collars, check his phone, wallet, PC.
Make your mind a dustbin and your life garbage!
Here is a suggestion, from a first hand experience holder.
And, most of all a Dog.
If you have the ability and your man is a little less man or dog, become a master.
Make him do tricks, like buying jewelry, expensive clothes, holidays, parties etc.
And then reward him, with bones, flesh or even a cuddle in the neck is good enough for him to keep his tail wagging.
Or if your man is a little more dog, then become a bitch.
Get other dogs to wag their tales for you, socialize, get friends- male, on social networks, over phone, parties, and colleagues, travel whatever.
As long as you will have men other than your man, in your life trust me your man’s libido will stay high with you.
You have to be difficult to get, not impossible for him.
Jealousy and keeping him on his toes, always works.
Dogs want to work their way up; they want to prove themselves for every possession they hold.
With time, wives tend to get, taken for granted.
And no competition leads to no challenge, hence he wants to prove himself else where.
There is one glitch, men often turn violent in these situations, how you handle that depended entirely on your ability of carrots and stick.
Value your freedom, space, career and ambitions....and slowly, not immediately..he will thank you for this.
There is absolutely no harm in some flirtations elsewhere, as long as it is mutual and within emotional limitaions.
Effectively all men are dogs, so if you think grass is greener on the other side, you will prove yourself wrong.
To keep one at home stay put, and ready all nights, you would need a threat perception for him elsewhere, not one but a fewMany. This is also good for your confidence.
World and social behaviors change constantly, but the basic instincts remain there for a long time. Rather than blaming him for his genetic behavior.
Women should look for their own.
Striving for the best seed for themselves, constantly.
Now, that does not mean, one goes bed hopping with every hunk.
Not that every Man gets what he wishes.
Get your self a life and some dogs.
Dear lady, there is just one way out, if you have to live with them.
Either be Masters or become Bitches.
Taking last evening’s conversation ahead…
Men are dogs, some less some more.
But then concentrate on the solution and not the problem.
What are you going to do about it?
Like most women, are you going to snoop, nag, avoid his and yours socializing, restrict his movements, call him umpteen times while he is away, smell his collars, check his phone, wallet, PC.
Make your mind a dustbin and your life garbage!
Here is a suggestion, from a first hand experience holder.
And, most of all a Dog.
If you have the ability and your man is a little less man or dog, become a master.
Make him do tricks, like buying jewelry, expensive clothes, holidays, parties etc.
And then reward him, with bones, flesh or even a cuddle in the neck is good enough for him to keep his tail wagging.
Or if your man is a little more dog, then become a bitch.
Get other dogs to wag their tales for you, socialize, get friends- male, on social networks, over phone, parties, and colleagues, travel whatever.
As long as you will have men other than your man, in your life trust me your man’s libido will stay high with you.
You have to be difficult to get, not impossible for him.
Jealousy and keeping him on his toes, always works.
Dogs want to work their way up; they want to prove themselves for every possession they hold.
With time, wives tend to get, taken for granted.
And no competition leads to no challenge, hence he wants to prove himself else where.
There is one glitch, men often turn violent in these situations, how you handle that depended entirely on your ability of carrots and stick.
Value your freedom, space, career and ambitions....and slowly, not immediately..he will thank you for this.
There is absolutely no harm in some flirtations elsewhere, as long as it is mutual and within emotional limitaions.
Effectively all men are dogs, so if you think grass is greener on the other side, you will prove yourself wrong.
To keep one at home stay put, and ready all nights, you would need a threat perception for him elsewhere, not one but a fewMany. This is also good for your confidence.
World and social behaviors change constantly, but the basic instincts remain there for a long time. Rather than blaming him for his genetic behavior.
Women should look for their own.
Striving for the best seed for themselves, constantly.
Now, that does not mean, one goes bed hopping with every hunk.
Not that every Man gets what he wishes.
Get your self a life and some dogs.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Not Now
If anything can go wrong, it will.
Well I am in the middle of a crisis, completely uncalled for.
My mind must have been out somewhere else, on the 6th day of the cycle, as per my calculations it was a safe day.
Well my partner thinks I f&@#ed up, literally.
Now dear reader, please enlighten me how exactly does one calculate the safe days.
This is what I know.
14 days from the day of the beginning of the cycle, ova is produced. Plus minus 24 hours.
Male sperm has a life of 48 hrs, I will add another 24 to be on the safer side.
So 14-3=11, logically that should be the max. limit of safe days.
This was only the 6th day, and even if did stay for another 96 hrs. Or 4 days, I would still reach only the 10th day.
Am I safe?
I wished a friend happy Rakhi today,
His laughter in response was heartfelt.
He is in the middle of a Ekta kapoor’s soap like situation at his place.
He thought I was rubbing on his wounds, and considered it a good sense of humor.
What has the world come to?
Only Rakhi worth talking about has a surname Sawant,
Anyway, only those strings are visible in her attire,
She is not fake, or is she?
Well I am in the middle of a crisis, completely uncalled for.
My mind must have been out somewhere else, on the 6th day of the cycle, as per my calculations it was a safe day.
Well my partner thinks I f&@#ed up, literally.
Now dear reader, please enlighten me how exactly does one calculate the safe days.
This is what I know.
14 days from the day of the beginning of the cycle, ova is produced. Plus minus 24 hours.
Male sperm has a life of 48 hrs, I will add another 24 to be on the safer side.
So 14-3=11, logically that should be the max. limit of safe days.
This was only the 6th day, and even if did stay for another 96 hrs. Or 4 days, I would still reach only the 10th day.
Am I safe?
I wished a friend happy Rakhi today,
His laughter in response was heartfelt.
He is in the middle of a Ekta kapoor’s soap like situation at his place.
He thought I was rubbing on his wounds, and considered it a good sense of humor.
What has the world come to?
Only Rakhi worth talking about has a surname Sawant,
Anyway, only those strings are visible in her attire,
She is not fake, or is she?
Friday, August 15, 2008
Dont feel like it.
I don’t feel like writing.
About, one in a billion Indian capable of human excellence.
It is ironically the same probability as one sperm cell in a billion capable of fertility.
Point is we are still not impotent.
Abhinav Bindra has proven that point.
Olympics were about human excellence within the realms of societal norms.
It was never about countries.
India anyway is not a country. Some say it’s a continent, I say it is a rather large village.
Indians are either above human Endeavour’s or haven’t reached the ladder of evolution as yet.
Performance at Olympics should not be taken too seriously.
I also do not feel like writing about India’s 61st birthday.
Mr. Singh, sucking up to the Madam from the ramparts of the Red Fort.
Shame on you and us is including me, for keeping you there.
Not even about Georgia, braving the Russians.
Even more I do not feel like writing about me,
As I am stuck in a giant swirl,
I can feel being slowly making rounds around the whole, going an inch lower after every round.
It is one of these moments when everything seems going wrong.
I am dying to see a different me tomorrow morning.
I am trying to escape this situation in my mind, knowing that in the morning I again to start fighting the same odds again.
This is a loser’s game, anyway you play it.
But then I do not feel like this or that.
All I feel like is,
Keeping my eyes closed, head resting on a soft cushion, hazy dreams, some in control and many let loose.
Face resting on a lap, hair being caressed, hands probing.
That this night would come some day and it would never have a morning.
Well at least I still feel something.
About, one in a billion Indian capable of human excellence.
It is ironically the same probability as one sperm cell in a billion capable of fertility.
Point is we are still not impotent.
Abhinav Bindra has proven that point.
Olympics were about human excellence within the realms of societal norms.
It was never about countries.
India anyway is not a country. Some say it’s a continent, I say it is a rather large village.
Indians are either above human Endeavour’s or haven’t reached the ladder of evolution as yet.
Performance at Olympics should not be taken too seriously.
I also do not feel like writing about India’s 61st birthday.
Mr. Singh, sucking up to the Madam from the ramparts of the Red Fort.
Shame on you and us is including me, for keeping you there.
Not even about Georgia, braving the Russians.
Even more I do not feel like writing about me,
As I am stuck in a giant swirl,
I can feel being slowly making rounds around the whole, going an inch lower after every round.
It is one of these moments when everything seems going wrong.
I am dying to see a different me tomorrow morning.
I am trying to escape this situation in my mind, knowing that in the morning I again to start fighting the same odds again.
This is a loser’s game, anyway you play it.
But then I do not feel like this or that.
All I feel like is,
Keeping my eyes closed, head resting on a soft cushion, hazy dreams, some in control and many let loose.
Face resting on a lap, hair being caressed, hands probing.
That this night would come some day and it would never have a morning.
Well at least I still feel something.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Not Enough
Some times, problems of people around you are more important than the situations you are going through. In a way, empathy is an advantage as your immediate botheration is actually fictitious as it does not really mean much to you.
But it is quite strange; there are two events that I am being bothered about these days.
First, my brothers, wound dressing. Every third day, cleaning and dressing some nine major wounds and another 8 smaller injuries. I can’t stand the site of hospital or the smell. The site of an open wound makes everything in my stomach start churning and reaches my esophagus.
I think I know the scientific reason, primarily being that the body starts to believe that it is going under the same stress as the site it is witnessing and thus tries to switch it self off, before the pain gets unbearable. It is like crying while watching a movie.
Second is a stress that a friend is going through. Her mother has been diagnosed stage IIIB of Cervical cancer. She lost her father a few years back and not all is well at other personal level. It is difficult for women, especially in India, to face such situations. This is a stage where she is cutoff from the rest of her past. As in shoulders she can call her own, related by blood will be too a few. She is now left with an uncertain today and tomorrow. People though are her own, but prejudiced in these modern times. Who are only waiting to prove a point?
It is so easy to drift away in a smoky oblivion, with such a situation. All creativity and skills will be lost. Some, including me will loose a friend and many will loose a professional help.
There are no scientific explanations for this. My mind can’t switch off itself from this deluge. Neither I am capable of doing much about it.
Some times enough is not enough.
But it is quite strange; there are two events that I am being bothered about these days.
First, my brothers, wound dressing. Every third day, cleaning and dressing some nine major wounds and another 8 smaller injuries. I can’t stand the site of hospital or the smell. The site of an open wound makes everything in my stomach start churning and reaches my esophagus.
I think I know the scientific reason, primarily being that the body starts to believe that it is going under the same stress as the site it is witnessing and thus tries to switch it self off, before the pain gets unbearable. It is like crying while watching a movie.
Second is a stress that a friend is going through. Her mother has been diagnosed stage IIIB of Cervical cancer. She lost her father a few years back and not all is well at other personal level. It is difficult for women, especially in India, to face such situations. This is a stage where she is cutoff from the rest of her past. As in shoulders she can call her own, related by blood will be too a few. She is now left with an uncertain today and tomorrow. People though are her own, but prejudiced in these modern times. Who are only waiting to prove a point?
It is so easy to drift away in a smoky oblivion, with such a situation. All creativity and skills will be lost. Some, including me will loose a friend and many will loose a professional help.
There are no scientific explanations for this. My mind can’t switch off itself from this deluge. Neither I am capable of doing much about it.
Some times enough is not enough.
Friday, August 8, 2008
08.08.08
For the torch they would have lit today.
There were million candles lit yesterday.
The light of the magnificent torch would be faint this time,
Reason being the tiny flame of the frail candle.
The torch would be a symbol of human efforts.
The candle, a symbol of human soul.
Achievement and empathy, both are human nature, and need not have conflict.
Tibet should be free and for Tibetans, the world says so, the human soul lit candles for it.
Olympics from time known have lived with many controversies. States have used it for what they feel is good for their country.
To prove a point, to have told the world that they have reached there.
China is selling itself aggressively, Tibet turns out to be an added sell out, of all its efforts.
Path of commerce will teach china the utility of having Tibet as an autonomous state.
His holiness would not be there to see the day, but it will happen, very soon.
The candle will surely light up many a human souls.
“And it seems to me you lived your lifelike a candle in the windnever knowing who to cling towhen the rain set in”
-Sir Elton john- for Norma jean- marlyn Monroe and Princess Diana.
There were million candles lit yesterday.
The light of the magnificent torch would be faint this time,
Reason being the tiny flame of the frail candle.
The torch would be a symbol of human efforts.
The candle, a symbol of human soul.
Achievement and empathy, both are human nature, and need not have conflict.
Tibet should be free and for Tibetans, the world says so, the human soul lit candles for it.
Olympics from time known have lived with many controversies. States have used it for what they feel is good for their country.
To prove a point, to have told the world that they have reached there.
China is selling itself aggressively, Tibet turns out to be an added sell out, of all its efforts.
Path of commerce will teach china the utility of having Tibet as an autonomous state.
His holiness would not be there to see the day, but it will happen, very soon.
The candle will surely light up many a human souls.
“And it seems to me you lived your lifelike a candle in the windnever knowing who to cling towhen the rain set in”
-Sir Elton john- for Norma jean- marlyn Monroe and Princess Diana.
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