Angry but Helpless.......

Its been ages ever since I had posted anything on my blog. I am not a compulsive writer but an impulsive one. Something should really excite me to begin writing otherwise I just let it pass. During my MBA days back in Bangalore everything around me looked and sounded exciting but now back in Hyderabad, I won't say life is boring but must admit that it has become very monotonous. But as they say life goes on.

This is an incident which I happened to witness a couple of days ago and it has spurred me to post for the first time in almost 6 months !!!

I was in my car sitting on the back seat listening to songs on my iPod. It was raining heavily and the ferocity with which the rain drops were hitting the windows of the car, it appeared that the windows would soon give way. My driver was singing some songs in his hoarse voice quite sure that since I had my iPod plugged, I can't hear. We approached towards the Khairtabad X Roads (one of the busiest junctions of Hyderabad) from Taj Krishna road.

As we approached the signal, it went red and we stopped just behind the Zebra Crossing. As I was looking outside, something suddenly flashed past the car and almost instinctively my eyesight followed it. It was a girl who was riding a Pulsar bike and jumping the red signal.

Two cops ran towards her with an intention of catching hold of her, but in an instant she dodged both of them and sped away, almost knocking off one of the constable. Both the constables cut a sorry figure and were a subject of sarcastic comments and were letting out wry smiles to pacify themselves.

Some ten - fifteen seconds later a poor man aged at least 45, completely drenched in the rain peddled his cycle across, jumping the signal.

Those constables who were virtually slapped by the girl almost flew towards this poor man like eagles. They caught him by the collar, pulled him off his cycle and started shoving him. It was clearly evident that they were taking out the frustration of that girl on this poor man. This poor man started begging with folded hands but those constables wouldn't relent. As if all this was not enough, they even deflated his cycle tyres much to the horror of all the people who had lined up at the signal.

The man then slowly pushed his cycle towards the footpath and sat on it looking at everybody else.

I could feel that everyone including me were mad at those mindless constables but none (including me) said anything. The signal turned green and we started moving towards the Khairtabad flyover. On the way, I leaned to my left in the car to see that man. What I saw left me aghast. That poor man was crying !!!

He might have had some urgent work for which he was forced to break the signal, but a couple of mindless constables derailed his hurried journey. Even as we were moving towards IMAX, I kept on thinking as to where could that man find a cycle repair shop in this heavy rain and every time I thought about that man, my anger for those constables compounded. But I was helpless and did not do anything.

All I want to say through this post is that, power is to be used against equals and not against somebody who is inferior to you. Because the constables were unable to get hold of that girl, they trained their guns of a poor cyclist just to get rid of their frustration which I know was wrong....

Capital Punishment

Yesterday as I was browsing www.timesofindia.com, my eyes fell on the news item which said that a 12 year old was raped by around six seven people for over two years, aged between 24 and hold your breath 71!!. My initial reaction was of shock and disbelief. I was both angry and sad. Angry at those insane animals and sad at the plight of that poor girl. Calling those people animals would be an insult to animals as even animals don’t mate if the female is unwilling. Now the question that arises is whether the character of some people has plummeted even below the degree of say a dog or a donkey?

Rape according to me is the most heinous crime prevalent in the society followed by murder. In murder, the judiciary questions the motive and several other instances are taken into account and sometimes even the actual guilty will walk away scot free if he happens to be very influential, as it happened in the Jessica Lal murder case.
But in rape, what could be any motive other than lust and in some cases revenge. Both the motives cannot be justified under any constitution of any country. In a country like India, the cases of rape have increased exponentially and these rapists have been successful in arm twisting the loopholes in our judiciary to their advantage. This pops up the question as to how the cases of rape and murder should be dealt with.

Just imagine the plight of the girl who was repeatedly used like an object by those thugs. Not only her physique but also her soul might have been equally scarred. A little light into that girl’s life tells us that her parents had divorced and married separate partners and left the minor girl to fend for herself. In such a scenario, even her parents are equally responsible for her plight.

The big question which now comes up is that how such heinous crimes should be dealt with? Going by the speed of our judiciary, she may or may not get justice even if she has attained the age of 80. Till that time she would have lost everything in her life and if she is strong enough she might strive to stay afloat in the hypocritical society which would taunt her and make her life a living hell.

This brings to my mind the concept of capital punishment. Capital punishment is a law in almost all Arab countries with punishments varying from stoning the offender to death, beheading by the sword or even castrating. It is because of these severe punishments that the crime rate especially rape, is at a nadir in most of the Arab world.

Should capital punishment be made a law in India especially in the rape cases? I see no reason why it should not be. If it is made a law, even a hardened criminal will think twice before outraging the modesty of a woman. If we make the people believe that the only punishment for rape is death, then I think nobody would dare to put their life on the line and commit such a heinous crime.

As far as I remember, there was only one case in which a certain Dhanajay was hanged for having raped a girl. But he was hanged six-seven years after he had committed that crime. Here many people might argue that maybe Dhanajay was not too influential so he could not come out of it. But if it would have been some influential person, seven years was enough time to arm twist the case and walk away scot free. Seven years is enough time to intimidate the victim or even a witness to turn hostile as it happens in many cases. Is this the kind of justice we are looking at?

The only deterrent I foresee which could act as a hindrance in capital punishment becoming a law is the hue and cry which would be raised by the numerous pseudo human rights activists around the country. All they look out for is cheap publicity. In the process they try to kill the very objective of capital punishment becoming a law.
I agree that every individual has a right to live and reform himself, but consider the plight of the victim who is raped. For her the very purpose of life is defeated. Even if her rapist transforms himself (which I doubt he will), the girl’s life has changed forever.

The other argument that arises is that how would the girl’s life change if her rapist is killed. My counter argument is that if it is made a law then the rate of rapes would itself decrease as nobody would like to risk their life for anything.
Thanks to the latest technology like DNA testing it is very easy to establish rape and the person who has committed it. If the DNA samples match, then he should be hanged or whatever. The entire process should be speeded up because justice delayed is justice denied. The only time taking process would be catching hold of the criminal in the first place and believing the fact that the police of our country are becoming efficient day by day, then they would be adroit enough to apprehend the criminal quickly.

After implementing capital punishment in rape, it can be extended even to murders which are done without any motives. But that is altogether a separate story. I just hope that the powers concerned are empathic enough to consider the sufferings of the girls who fall prey to this heinous crime of rape and make capital punishment as the only form of justice for rape. This would send shivers down the spines of people who carry out such heinous crimes and it would make the woman feel safer in their own homeland – India.

Women are to be treated with respect. People should realize that every woman is either a daughter or a sister or a mother or a wife. Despite all the reservations and other things, women in India are still looked down upon in the male dominated society. People should not forget that women are at par with men in almost all walks of life. For every Sachin Tendulker, there is a PT Usha, for every Abdul Kalam, there is a Kalpana Chawla and for every Shah Rukh Khan, there is a Madhuri Dixit!!!

'Didn't We Actually Have Good Times ?????' - The Pigeons' Story

Today as I sat down in my lawn trying to think about anything that comes into my head. It had been quite a while since I sat there and there was practically nothing I could possibly think of. I began staring into eternity untill something interesting caught my eyes.

Almost ten metres from the bench where I sat, I saw two pigeons that flew in together and perched themselves on the grass. There were some food grains which were littered on the lawn and maybe they had flown in to fulfil there hunger. They started pecking at the grains which were littered.

What was eye catching is that both the pigeons were picking up the grains with their beaks and feeding each other !!! Initially I thought that it was a coincidence or maybe I had seen it wrong. But no, they were really feeding each other. I started observing both the pigeons. They were flying a bit low around the littered food grains and then come down and start feeding each other.

There was an instance when one the pigeons was on the grass and the other pigeon started flying around the pigeon that sat on the grass. The moment the pigeon which was flying perched down, the sitting pigeon took off and started circling the previous pigeon.

I started becoming more and more fascinated and tried to study the pattern of both the pigeons. They were merrily playing with each other, feeding each other and completely enjoying each others company. It was so very evident that both the pigeons were mutually dependent on each other.

Suddenly one of the pigeons flew towards the water fountain which was in the middle of the lawn I was sitting. It perched itself on the edge of the fountain and drank a bit of water. After drinking a bit of water, it stood still and after a while it flew towards its companion which still sttod on the grass and then both the pigeons flew towards the fountain and started drinking water.

Though I didn't understand the intention or the pattern of this strange behavior of these two pigeons. What I thought to myself was that maybe the pigeon which initially flew towards the fountain to have water wanted to check whether the water was safe for consumption or not. Once he was satisfied that the water was good enough, he flew towards the other pigeon and egged it on to drink the water from the fountain on order to quench its thirst.

After the second pigeon drank the water, it nudged the first pigeon and both of them started nudging each other. After a while the nudging became violent and within a fraction of time both the pigeons flew away in different directions.

I was taken aback!!! I thought 'Did both the pigeons fight?' I didn't have an answer but what unfolded in front of me was something I was unable to decipher.

I kept looking at the fountain when one of the pigeons flew back and perched itself on the edge of the fountain and started looking in every direction possible. Now I was damn sure that it was looking for that pigeon with which it had initially flown in. Now even I got involved with the pigeons and started looking in the skies to see whether the other pigeon was around. But it was nowhere to be seen.

After a while the pigeon which had flown back to the fountain flew away cooing very loudly. I sat there for almost twenty minutes after that to see whether either of the pigeons would return but none of them returned.

Maybe the other pigeon had come back in the hope of finding the first pigeon and when it did not find the first pigeon, maybe it flew away never ever to come back to that fountain again !!!

While the pigeon was flying away, the only thing that I could decipher from its cooings was that maybe it was trying to ask the other pigeon,
'Didn't We Actually Have Good Times ?????'. But there was no answer.....

I sighed deeply, got up from the bench and went back home with the incident which had just happened, deeply entrenched in my mind.

Yes Mom, Angels DO Exist !!!

Its almost been two months ever since I had posted anything on my blog. I am currently penning down a novel titled 'TROIKA', it takes away a major chunk of my time so not much time left to post on my blog. Today I somehow managed to squeeze in this post.

So today after I completed the sixth draft of my novel, I made up my mind to post something on my blog and the first thing that came to my mind was Angel.

I grew up listening to fables of fairies and angels which my mother often told me during my childhood and most of the stories were innovative creations of her own. Perhaps the ability to tell stories was germinated in me by my mother.

My favourite fables were the ones which had angels in them and my mom made sure that almost all the stories which she narrated to me had angels in them. My first perception of an angel was the one who was almost perfect, the one who could do no wrong, the one who would go out of the way to help us, the one who makes us laugh and even lends a shoulder to cry on, the one who becomes a reinforcing force behind us or maybe the one who brings an altogether a new meaning of life.

'Pari Ki Kahani' was the name of my bed time fables. When my mom used to go away after narrating the fable to me, I would sub conciously end up thinking about angels. I thought that if angels actually existed, then why didn't I have one? If I had an angel with me then why my friend gets higher marks than me??? Why do I fall down and hurt myself???

As I began to grow, I realised that angels existed only in the fables of my mom and not in real life. Slowly I became disinterested in the fables about angels. But was I right??? Did angels actually not exist or did they exist and I am not able to identify my angel???

Well...there could be many ifs and buts, but the fact remained that I had conciled myself to the fact that angels are a work of feasible fiction. But as they say, you realize many things only in the face of adversity.

I am extremely proud and thankful to my parents for having given birth to me with a golden spoon. Hardships were alien to me in my upbringing. But as life progressed with its unmatchable and unfathomable speed, the situations around me conspired in such a way that I had to leave my sweet home and come to an alien city...

Everything about the city was alien. The people, culture, traffic sense, traffic police etc were absolutely alien. I started my journey in this city on a rocky terrain. The road was exciting but bumpy, adventurous but dangerous. So the only option I had was to tread the road steadily and safely.

Then through the journey I met many people and they became a part and parcel of my journey. From amongst those people, there was this someone who kept pace with me throughout my ups and downs. Pushed me when I slowed down, encouraged me to fly when I was running, steadfastly behind me in case I faltered. My myopic view did not allow me to differentiate much between this somene and hoards of others around me.

My time in the alien city just flew by even before I could decipher all the nitty gritties involved in the journey. In the end when everything began settling down and when the roller coaster ride was coming to a dreadful halt, I began to realize that I was not alone throughout my journey. There was some paranormal someone that held me, guided me and waded me through the umpteen rigours during the eventful ride. But I was still at a loss to figure out who that someone was???

I virtually tried removing everybody involved with me one by one from my life and see whether their absence would have made any difference to my time spent in the alien city??? I went on with the trial and error method and finally stumbled upon that someone. The moment I took that someone out of my life, I began experiencing a vacuum and the moment I placed that someone back in my life, my journey in the alien city appeared complete. BINGO!!! I had found that someone...

But then I started to ponder who this someone actually was. At that very point of time my grey matter went into a flashback and mummy's 'Pariyon Ki Kahani' started playing in my mind. Was that someone an angel???

The more I pondered, the more concrete the reason started to become and finally I concluded that it was an Angel who had actually helped me tide through the various crests and troughs during the time spent in the alien city.

Finally I made an 'in-heart' confession to my mom by accepting that 'Yes Mom, Angels DO Exist!!!' and I was lucky to have one.

Finally I gathered courage to go and tell that Angel a big THANK YOU. But before I could realize, that angel flew away without ever asking anything in return...

I am sure everybody might have had angels in their lives at some point of time or other and I am also sure that none of them had an angel akin to mine !!! (I am sure everybody feels that way)

P.S: The above write up is a classic example of 'Fictional Facts'

Farewell to college life and not to Friendship !!!

Main Toh Tanha Nikal Padha Tha Raah - E- Manzil Par,
Lekin Raaste Mein Dost Milte Gaye Aur Karwan Banta Gaya...

In all probability this is the last post of my MBA life. I am currently experiencing a rush of diverse emotions as I try to put my thoughts into this post.

Two years back when I landed in Bangalore for the first time, I was very sad as it was the first time I was going away from my family and I being the eldest amongst my siblings was the most pampered child. I thought that the succeeding two years of my life in MBA would be the worst, but now I am literally chewing up my words. These two years was the most life altering phase of my life.

Today I was very reluctant to go to the farewell party but was cajoled into going by my roomie Baba (Harshit). As I entered the audi, the feeling began to ink in that this was the last celebration in our college or maybe in my beautiful student life.

There were all my friends around be who were dancing and frolicking in joy abandon. As I stood there in the midst of the melee in the blaring music, the entire two years were flashing in front of my eyes. There was a wistful smile on my face which was just to stop the tears from rolling down because Mummyjee always told me 'Boys don't cry'. 15 days down the line I might not be even able to see some of my friends who had made my journey memorable.

I would miss getting up early in the morning to catch the 8 O'clock class.
I would miss running around the hostel asking my friends to help me with Finance.
I would miss doing my friends' assignments.
I would miss opening my books hardly 4 hours before the exams.
I would miss playing Counter Strike till the early dawn.
I would miss vehemently defending that King Khan is India's Biggest Superstar ever.
I would miss placing bets with everyone that Manchester United would win every match.
I would miss trying to put my friends' proxy attendance.
I would miss....................................................

The list is endless and I would need another two years to put on record all the things I would be missing.

I never thought that life would be so meherbaan on me to grant me such beautiful friends about whom I had already written in detail. Had it not been for my friends, these two years would have been a living hell for me.

I would like to thank my God for blessing and guiding me in these two years. I would like to thanks my family for standing by me and supporting me and loving me unconditionally.

If ever at any point of time in my life, I feel down or low and I would simply close my eyes and think of the beautiful time that I spent in my MBA college as the pleasant memories of this college would wipe away all my unpleasant ones.

I would like to thank my Parents in particular for making me walk on a path of roses all through my life, for giving me everything I ever thought of, for never ever telling me NO for anything, for loving me always. I am because you are otherwise I am nobody.

I would like to thank my faculty for imbibing in me the practical values of life and teaching me everything that I did not know and everything that is required to be known in this dog-eat-dog world.

I would like to thank my beautiful bunch of friends for just being with me through every crest and trough that we together underwent in our two years of MBA. I would be missing you all a lot !!!

Finally, I would like to thank my juniors for throwing such a wonderful farewell party which gave us an opportunity to carry some memories for a lifetime.

Gehri Dosti - The Finale

The journey 'Gehri Dosti' which had started off on 4th December 2009 has finally reached its finale with this post.

Over the last month and a half I tried to capture almost the entire two years I spent with some of my amazing friends. It always excited me to write about my friends and made sure that I bring out some or the other uniqueness in all my friends. Though I think I did not succeed in capturing their true persona truly nonetheless I made a sincere attempt to do so.

There are still many of my friends who are unique for different ways about whom I have not written. I am solely to be blamed for that because maybe I have run out of my language skills in order to capture their true persona and writing half baked write ups about them would be doing injustice to them. I wholeheartedly apologize to all my other friends about whom I was unable or rather incapable to write in detail.

But still I would try to capture some unique, cheeky, serious, humorous, anecdotes about them which follow below:

My Hostel (Shree Comforts B - Block) friends:

Mehul Sahastrabudhe - 'Do you have any stuff which is classified as ......???'
Nakul Charekar - My saathi in almost all our trips to Hyderabad.
Sanil Ajit Desai - The most modest person I have ever met.
Abhinav Kalanee - Bhai, Peeyo lekin jeeyo... Incredibly funny.
Sonal - 'Punjabi log kuch nahin kiye toh gaane ka album toh zaroor banate hai'
Sushant Saxena - You name any movie and he has it....(Pun Intended)
Taheer - The Underdog. In first sem he was four point noone and now he is seven point someone.
Rakesh - Good natured and a Music Guru
Nilay - Chess Champion
Sujeet - The only person who comes very very close to Rancho of 3 Idiots.

My female friends:

Nida Hassan - A relatively new friend and a champion Chemistry scholar. The salt we eat is Sodium Chloride.....:-)
Manny Saxena - The proverbial Tomboy
Sheena Mathur - Heyyyyy Sheena !!! Her voice echoes in our flat even in her absence.
Shivani Sharma - Never seen her without a smile.

My Counter Strike buddies:

Vivek Bhutani - Bhai even if I play with thak thak, then also you are a much better player than me.
Yaduraj - Great dancer but chip chip kar waar karne waala in CS.
Abhishek Nayyar - I guess the name is enough !!
Gopal - Full of life
Nilesh - Soft spoken Guy
Abhishek Agarwal (code 007) - Not interacted much but a very good CS player.

My College buddies:

Rahul Agarwal - Most underrated guy in our college.
Nishant Vijayvergia - awesome blogger and humorous guy.
Pulkit Mathur - The guy who can do no wrong.....ever.
Gurpreet Singh - Yellow is his favorite color...hehehehe
Mohammed Kashif - Probably the only shayar in our college.
Mitrajit Bhowmick - Arguably the best footballer in our college.
Saurabh Lunker - The MOST creative guy in our college (I mean it)

Though this is not an exhaustive list, but I have tried my best to capture all my friends here. In case I missed any, then I apologize to them in anticipation because even Dimaag Toh Bachcha Hai Ji.....

Apart from these I have interacted with many many people in college and would like to extend my wishes to them also.

My Orkut and Facebook friends - Good Luck to you all and hope we do remain in touch.

Good Luck and Best Wishes to even my friend's friends.

It was an amazing experience or I would like to call it an adventure with all you amazing guys over the past two years and I wish you all the very best luck and heartiest wishes in all your future endeavors.

With this its curtains down on my section of 'Gehri Dosti'

Mukul Kumar Ranjan

My next friend in the section of 'Gehri Dosti' is Mukul Kumar Ranjan.

I am writing about Mukul Bhai so late in 'Gehri Dosti' because I had to make sure that I portray the actual picture of what Mukul Bhai is all about - something which not everyone is aware of.

Mukul Bhai is a bunch of oxymorons put together favorably to get a niche picture that should not undermine the cult status that Mukul Bhai commands. Mukul Bhai is the most experienced amongst my bunch of 'hard nut' friends. But that was never a hurdle is all the fun we had over the year.

He was a late acquaintance to me as I got to know him only when I shifted to Jewels from my hostel. Initially I perceived him to be a kadak uncle types person. But 2 weeks down the line, we were sitting together pulling Adi's leg. This is the kind of a person he is. Mostly keeps to himself but never alienates himself from his flatmates.

His favorite is his roomie - Adi !!! When Mukul Bhai was to become Adi's roomie, we all knew that he would be in for an adventure. And this became evident when Adi asked Mukul Bhai about some veg and non veg (I censored it). Mukul Bhai must have been astonished but got a good measure what he could expect in the coming days.

Mukul Bhai adores Arjun a lot. He lovingly calls Arjun as Arjooooooooooon !! Hehehehehe.

Anything about Mukul Bhai would be incomplete without mentioning the kind of songs he listens. Ghazals occupy the top slot. Jagjit Singh is his favorite and for some reason best known to Mukul Bhai, he is addicted to the songs of Aashiqui and Saajan. You people can also guess the reasons, I am not telling any. :)

Mukul Bhai was the first person to predict that Baba (Harshit) often goes to the Himalayas because he is seldom seen in the flat. Laloo Prasad Yadav is his favorite politician, He enjoys listening to Lalu's english speeches.

Another aspect of Mukul Bhai is that whatever new thing he sees or hears, he makes sure that everyone in the flat also sees or hears it. He acts as a cooling effect of his roomie's histrionics. And yeah, let me type this before it lips outta my mind. Mukul Bhai has even seen a movie alone at INOX. That was a bolt from the blue to me.

Mukul Bhai is a very open hearted and a straight forward person. He just speaks his mind out. He loves riding bikes and is forever ready for any adventure that gets planned in our flat.

You can always find him in his room either listening to some songs or watching some movie. He can watch as many as three movies in a day. He can send people into splits by turning the most serious situation into a funny one. The best reaction which Mukul Bhai ever exhibited was when Adi lost his jacket which was presented to him by someone special??? Again I am not going into the nitty gritties. LOLS

Mukul Bhai must have been the happiest person on earth, when the blue gate near our college was removed. Kyun Mukul Bhai??

All said and done it was a jolly ride with him over the year we spent together.

So Dost!! Good Luck to you in all your future endeavors.

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Gehri Dosti - The Finale