A Dream.....

A trembling voice called me from behind. The voice was frail and bland. It was like any other sound which goes unnoticed, something which you don’t care for, like a rodent lying crushed at the corner of the road, like a flickering street light. But i found my neck swivelling in the direction of the voice. There was a woman, her skin was like a ripple on water, her teeth jagged, her dimpled cheeks: a grim reminder of her struggle, her clothes half-torn and dishevelled heaving an odour which was a mix of perspiration and fish oil, her perforated shawl revealing more than it covered. Her face resembling a quintessential widow of a blockbuster. Her eyes were cold and white. They were like stones lying on the beach : forlorn, plain and pure. Her tousled hair undulated intermittently like a hoisted flag.
“ Ji? “ the only word i could force out .
“ Yass beta tu mujhse milne nahi aaya” she snapped. The reply was stark and smooth, shorn of pretence and effort. The words hung before me like a white haze in the night sky.
She was clearly possessed.
The words were reminiscent of someone.......someone who has moulded my life..........someone who held my hands firmly and showed me the right path........someone who prayed for me day and night........

But why was he complaining ?
Where was i supposed to be ?
Why was i not there ?

Perhaps I am too afraid to think of the answers.

My Dream Girl

As the pale mist rises against the backdrop of an inky void, as the calm breeze whizzes past the ear, wiping out the last drop of sweat behind and setting off a subtle tingle of cold, as the winter moon shimmers through the placid water pond at the foot of the steel-like stairs; a heavenly figure emanating a glow, a glow bright enough to scorch the sun, slowly walks down. As the figure files down, the stairs produce a sweet sound as if welcoming her. The mist starts to wear thin as she walks further down. All of a sudden the wind stops, the clanking dissolves in the void,as she touched the water. She, whom I always dreamt of, has finally walked down from the heaven for me. The divine touch produced ripples, one like never seen before. They head towards my direction, proclaiming the arrival of my dream girl. She was barely twenty metres away from me but the glow prevented me from seeing her. I squinted through but failed.
Now came the time-stopping moment, a moment i probably waited for years, a moment probably for which i was born for. The glow began to dim, slowly revealing her.

Suddenly something happened , i heard myself spewing out a girlish squeal, shattering the equanimity of the place to bits.....I found myself getting drowned into a maelstrom of an invisible fluid, the more it took me deeper the more i choked...... Then everything went black.....

A shrill sound made me open up my eyes and i saw my cell....buzzing off like an excited hamster.....

Then the harsh realization dawned upon me........My alarm went off.......

The Great Indian Tamasha !!!!

Call them apostate ; Call them irresolute ; Call them power-hungry; Call them anything and they would happily take it all as long as you are willing to vote for them.

Welcome to the new generation of Indian Politics ‘Play X’ . Where the players are same , the prize is same but yes , the rules have changed.

The only rule is that there is no rule. Sounds clichéd ? Reminds you of an adrenaline pumping movie named ‘ Fight Club ‘ ? Atta Boy!!!! You’ve hit the bulls eye !!!!



It’s the same thing .
Although it might not have those riveting action sequences ,nor does it boasts of gorgeous heroines shaking their booty to seduce our testosterone-filled heroes but yes it promises of a plot which goes a lot deeper , a mounting tension which has already reached humongous proportions, actors who are enormously skilled at backstabbing , doublespeaking , back-pedalling, etc. and needless to say. it has huge a implication on our lives ( although it’s doubtful as most parties once elected go into an eternal slumber which usually breaks just before the next LS elections )

Indian Politics has changed drastically ( to the extent that it has impelled me to devote a blog to it…lolz ) . It has become blatant, gross and ruthless , where there is no room for party’s ideologies. Parties are not even bothered to wear the ‘façade’ of moral uprightness as they go gung-ho in fielding candidates who have been booked under the charges of committing crimes ranging from robbery to murder.
What matters to them is ‘Winnability’ of the candidate.
Thanks to this many erstwhile foes have ‘become’ best friends.
On one place a covert NCP – Sena alliance has cropped up while on the other
SP-RJD- LJP has come up.
You might contest me by saying that coalition politics assumed centre stage long back, but when was the last time post-poll alliances outnumbered the pre-poll alliances .

Now Nobody wants to be with a single party only( Congress or BJP) instead everybody wants to be with the winner. So instead of ‘trying’ to make a single party win by going with it, they ‘want’ to make a single party winner by going with it after the results are declared ( and emerge out a winner itself) .


In short, Indian Politics today resembles a Tug of War , where there is a third team which is playing a wait-and-watch game and will join and support only that team which is on the brink of notching up a win.

( Having said all this , I would request each one of you to vote if you want to see a ‘stable’ government in power for next 5 years )

Happy ???? New Year !!!

Today , I was watching a news channel where every stupid celebrity was discussing his/her plans for the day. Some were boasting of the various parties they need to cover while others were glibly blabbering about their shopping plans.
“ Kamala, tumahara kya plan hai ? “ I jocularly asked my maid who was stealing furtive glances at the T.V. while mopping up the floor.
“ Bhaiya kis cheez ka ? “ she questioned.
“Naye saal ka “ I clarified.
“Hamare liye kya naya saal bhaiya “ , she replied back,. Her eyes were full of askance.

I was stunned, was left insensate for some time. The way her eyes, smeared with desperation and despondence, looked straight at me; I was left dumbstruck.
It wasn’t that her answer was unexpected, the thing is I never cared for it. And the truth is we all don’t.

On the night of the New Year eve,when the whole world is revelling, this section is somewhere lying supine on floor, snivelling and stifling their sobs behind a torn cloth. Our contrived merry-making crowds this section out. Although inadvertently, we make them feel more miserable.

It really amazes me that despite of living in a country where 22.4% of the people live below poverty line , we are least concerned. Don’t you feel a need to do something for your fellow countrymen who are not fortunate enough like you are.
No ,Please neither am I a proponent of Communism nor am I trying to be a philanthropist.

But friends can’t each of us give happiness to at least one for a single moment. Today when I gave her Rs. 50 telling her to buy some sweets for her children,her joy knew no bounds. That expression on her face can’t be expressed in words. It can only be felt. Although it was just a modest amount and was just a fraction of what one spends on a new year bash , but look what it did. It reduced her to tears.
And believe me the satisfaction and the feeling of fulfilment you derive out of it is much more than what you get out of a mindless revelry.

As the saying goes " You can have everything what you want if you will just help enough other people get what they want "

The IIFT Result Day

Well , like any other holiday, today was also a fairly dull day. I was languorously sifting through the newspaper when Tushar called me up. He told me IIFT result was out. Suddenly I felt my skin crawling. The drudgery and monotinity of the day would be broken up in such a manner was totally unexpected. As soon as I hung up the phone I immediately logged on and entered the link. Here opens the home page of the site in a flash. I heard myself speaking peevishly “Damn it !!! why the hell it has opened so fast ? Couldn’t it have taken some more time. Maybe hours or days even “. But yeah the fact was the page has opened up and had the link displaying results emblazoned right on the page. As soon as I clicked the link a PDF opened up . “ Why is the net working so fast today ? “ I quipped. Then I went to the search and entered my name. ‘ 0 Results Found !’ was scrawled across the screen.

My heart sank. It skipped a few beats. And suddenly the whole world was spinning around me. Still with a ‘ Never Say Die ‘ bravado I got up wrenched out the IIFT card from the file and came back to the result page. This time I entered my Roll No. in the search box. But to my horror the result was same. Now I found myself fecklessly trawling the list as if my name would conjure up miraculously. Then I heard a voice “Yash this is not a movie going on . Welcome to the real world !! And the truth is you have been nudged out by your competitors (most of whom i dont evn knw) “ . I winced. “Truth is so brutal , After so much of hard work how could the result be so unfavourable. I constantly was among one of the toppers in the AIMCATs “. I thought .’ I bungled up in CAT and now in IIFT too.’

I wanted to cry but couldn’t. May be a screw-up in engineering entrance exams and two failed intial job interviews made a man out of a boy. But still I told myself ‘ Mr. Yash Vardhan you need to concentrate on the destination . The paths could be different. But the destination has to be the same. ‘ What if 1 path is closed many others are still open.” Don’t know if it was truth or a yet again failed attempt to pep up my sagging mood. And then I slept.

What followed since I woke up from an invigorating slumber at 9 pm was even worse. There was a deluge of commiserative remarks.

“ Koi nahi beta ! We know you worked hard “

“ Chalta hai !!!”

“Sill lot to come “

Etc. etc. I wanted to shout at them on top of my voice and say please stop it but cudn’t . I didn’t want to deprive them of this at least.

Now here I am, shaken a bit , but yeah pretty fine,optimistic(as ever ) and yeah I still stand by what I have always believed……..

“ Whatever god does it does for your own sake!!!!”

Netagiri ( Part - 2)

(Part 1 just below this)

Patil Sr. : ( A Well-Dressed Man indeed :P ) Sir seriously if there is one thing of yours which I would like to imitate it has to be your finicky attitude towards dressing up properly. A Home Minister couldn’t have been more ‘homely’. One who has such an eclectic style of dressing and has got a dress for almost every occasion. A man who has the audacity to brag about the sheer number of dresses he has . . .You know sir we GenX are very upset that you have stepped down after all you were keeping us updated on the latest dressing styles. Look at the mesmerising influence sir even the terrorists were in Cargos and Jeans ( pun intended)

Patil Jr.: ( Jupiter – Vaasi) The moment you dubbed it as ‘ Choti Ghatna’ I racked up my brain to think of where else are such incidents pigeonholed into ‘ Choti Ghatna’ types. But to my dismay couldn’t even find one. This led me to conclude that you might have been referring to Jupiter as given its gigantic size such incidents could there be an order of the day. Sir, even if we ignore the death toll for a sec an incident claiming a loss of whopping Rs. 50,000 crores (both tangibles and intangibles) can't be a 'Chota' one. And if you still stand by your stantement I wonder if Mr.Clean is really that clean....

Mr. Big Name : ( No-Entry Plzzz) Sir this isn’t right …You can’t take the credit from the municipalities this way. They toil around so hard to catch dogs and you are saying that the reason that dogs don’t stray around is that there is a dearth of a martyr. Kya sir aapse yeh umeed nahi thi …

( To be Continued ……..)

Netagiri ( Part- 1 )

(Disclaimer : - On literary front this is undoubtedly one of the worst pieces ever written by me. As suggested by my friends I have trimmed down the language thing so that ‘manoos’ ( I know Mr.Raj you are all ears !!) could easily comprehend it.
Well guys there is nothing much to comprehend in it . The article is nothing but a result of an idle brain.... full of Hindi slangs n netagiri…Not to be taken seriously …Written in a lighter vein …blah..blah ..blah…So guys if you are more waela than me ….i wud say …..Go ahead !!! )

Mr. Raj : ( Man(h)oos ...errr!!! ) He undisputedly figures 1^st on the list after all he considers himself the First Mumbai manoos or manoo (wateve )………..Sir I know, had u not been'falsely' implicated in a case u wud hv surely given those on war a tough time ( Cmon….NSG and MARCOS would have had a tough time handling him not the terrorists). Sir but atleast you could have sent your all eager ‘sena’ to serve Mumbaikars. Why take help from 200 NSGs from Delhi after all they are not the Mumbai Manoos.? When your Sena can tackle lakhs of non-mumbaikars living out there then why not 10 terrorists ?

Naqvi Sahab : (Kya karoon poora naam nahi pata. Pehle to yeh bhi nahi pata tha :P )

Wow !!! Sir you have just found a novel way to hog the limelight. And why not ? When everyone in your fraternity is looking for an excuse to satiate the hunger of interview–mongers then why should you remain behind.. Sir but one thing which somehow zaps me is that our all so ‘respected’ neta was concentrating more on the facial makeup of women than on the carnage out there. Nahi sir yeh achi baat hai……Infact you are a terrific observer indeed…..Sir I usually find girls bemused when it comes to applying make-up (as they have so many shades to choose from ) Hope you could be a great help to them……Sir social service bhi ho jaegi ……lolz

Arjun Ji : ( mujhse quOTA le lo pOTA nahi ) Sir the fervour with which you push for quotas is amazing... So why don't you do something for the other ‘ota’ too? …. This way not only you will revamp your enormously tarnished image but also stand a chance to become our next PM (yahi to aapka sapna hai na ). I know u might argue that POTA doesnt come under your domain , but sir have you ever remained confined to your domain only ?

( Part - 2 uploaded above )