Do you want to live in this country?

I like to listen to A.R Rehman when he sings "vandemataram" and same feeling remains for Lata Mangeshkar.But one thing is clear being patriotic doesn't mean that you should also sing patriotic songs. Patriotism never comes under compulsion it is something which should come from within.. Also it is an irresponsible act from Shahi-Imam to make so much of hue and cry on such issues as if he is the 'messiah' of the whole Muslim community. The only conclusion we get from all this "vandemataram issue" is that the people who create such controversies and people who respond radically to such things have only got political motives."sab Paalitics hai"!
In response to the above view Sir Naresh said "Do you want to live in this country? He termed the statement bold..Maybe i was bold because i was saying this in a class room in front of people i know , who understand me because they are my class mates and in front of a Teacher who allows every one to express anything but he also has realized that a country like India has got no value for the people who say the truth because it sweet in few cases but in majority of the cases it is bitter !
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Platform number one, Adios to J.C

Giving a last look to Einstein's picture i locked the doors... like a gentleman he wished me happy journey for the trip to Pune.. His face was shining like a ghost in the afternoon sun coming through the gaps in between the curtains.. Reaching to Bangalore railway station was a different experience as compared to several past experiences..strong security personnel are scattered here and there ....the entry points are equipped with metal detectors....poor people ,rich people ,middle class people are seated on newly implanted seats..as earlier passengers had to lie down like refugees with their belongings....i could find high definition or plasma televisions more in number..i don't know the platform number of my train...i go to this sweet lady sitting in the new glass general enquiry room... "Where can i find lokmanya express"? with the help of new mike she replies back "platform number one" after few steps through the metal detector i am on platform no :1..small electronic boards are hanging from the ceiling near each compartment of the train giving the train number as well as the coach number.. "Wow" the platform is clean and no bad smell is making my nose impure.. i see the small shop of "Indian railway catering and tourism corp"how come they are still selling the coke after the recent ban" i thought.....two ladies one old other middle aged sit on the backward side of my seat ..they are talking and eating..a woman staff worker in blue uniform comes in front of me , she is sweeping the floor..female staff helpers in blue uniform come , they are picking up waste from the railway track ...a male worker in blue uniform starts to wash the track with a water pipe in his hand..the water is gushing out with a great speed..and suddenly the water reaches out to small young girl which really startles her up...the security guard at the exit point is sitting on a chair and beating his stick on the floor.. from the new speakers the announcer announces.."if you see any strange or suspicious item leave it alone and inform the railway authority or the police immediately".i cannot bear the smell of the sweat coming from the old lady sitting besides me...all the time she is talking about some postman ..maybe it is the husband of other woman..i look at the ceiling , a crow is hopping here and there ..finally it meets another crow and they together hop for sometime and then flee ..i check my mobile phone .."Happiness" has sent a SMS.. she is sorry for what happened at the airport , she is leaving Bangalore she will miss me and further sends some emotional msgs i reply back saying i was only trying to be protective..anyway her sweet messages will remain in my phone... i hear the whistle and lo the train has finally arrived and that too one hour late..i board the train sit for some time ...as i peek out from the window i see a hunk sorrounded by two gals ....this guy is wearing a body tight red netted shirt i can't hear the conversation but the girls are talking excitedly to him .Immediately like a monkey i climb on the upper berth and i am lost in my reading..the train has gained its speed after its initial slow "jhuk jhuk " i am alone.. now Fatty comes in the compartment but i am in no mood of conversation ..he asks"aap U.P say hai ..luckhnow say" i give a strange look to him which meant "go to hell" i replied"bangalore" i am reading again, again he tries to start the conversation "yeh route kaun sa hai.. map dekha hai aap nai" i reply back saying i dont know but i give a deliberate kind of look to him which meant "hey dude can't you see i am tensed and i am reading a book"..fatty is in deep thought ..not getting the talking pleasure from me he leaves the compartment ..i check the cell display info of my mobile phone , we reach to "Dod Ballapur,Hindupur,Nanpangr,Malagur,Chekaranpalli,A.P,Puttapanthi,Kotacherutumrazzzzzzzzzzz and i fall asleep!! Next morning by 10;30 am i reach to the old and dusty Pune railway station.. it pissed me off at the first sight..."shit" i have lost all the charge in my mobile phone and i don't have a nokia charger.."holy cow" how the hell am i going to make contact with Zidane..he had told me to call ..i haven't even written the number on a piece of paper.. "how dumb of me" i thought followed by some flying kicks in the thin air... yeah my fault i was checking the useless msgs and cell display info again and again after every minute making the phone unstable in my pocket..as a result of which was i lost all the charge..i go to a small Nescafe stall and order coffee...just trying my luck i ask the coffee-man whether he has got a nokia charger and lo my goodness he takes a bag and scatters ten fifteen chargers in front of me..i calmly pick the charger and plug it in the holes , holding the phone tightly i punch the button and call Zidane.... Zidane comes and we leave the old and dusty railway station of Pune ...he takes me to his new Toy and like a kid he smiles when i tell him "it is a nice bike"..after some green views and bumps from the pune road i reach to Zidane's apartment..it is avery strange place....every one has implanted metal doors in the entrance of their rooms...and everyone's door is locked....zidane also opens few doors of his room ..after such a long time i have been able to talk to Zidane freely...in the evening Zidane's fiancee comes and we three go to a Chinese restaurant called "Chinese Oriental" she told me" you like Chinese" "yes" was my reply she gave me the menu and told me to order i scanned the menu and i am lost , everything is in "Ching Chang CHoo form" i cannot understand anything..i sheepishly smile at her and say" actually i have got poor knowledge of Chinese food so you please order yourself" she orders something called "Szechuan , panfried chicken , chicken suiii Hakka noodles and some other stuff starting and ending with chi,suii.kka...etc i drank some three four five glasses of water..as it made my mouth dry...it was humorous to see Zidane taking Titbits from the food , making yuck expressions and saying it is not chicken but something else..!!!!and anyway i won't eat Chinese again...but i find Zidane's fiancee very proactive and intelligent after few months she is going to Canada also...Next day i left Pune .. on reaching to Bangalore i find John Constantine very tensed....he has to leave early in the morning next day and he still hasn't bought the stuff which he has to take home .... we are short of time , it is evening already and shops will get closed after couple of hours!!He is short of Manna also...he is puffing Cigarettes like hell..he is cool but i have never seen him so tensed.... he is making calls here and there and babbling something which only his God can understand!! anyway i tell him him to remain calm... we will complete every thing in couple of hours "..but he is on fire and i prefer to remain quiet in such situations....because "everybody talks"...anyway we hurriedly left the place and roamed around few shopping complexes and multiplexes.. On saturdays these places are crowded as if the whole indian population has come to roam , shop and make noise ..the atmosphere became more tensed for him and me... but we successfully got our stuff..still some stuff was left..but thankfully basic stuff was bought..it is the game of stuff...John Constantine was quite relieved after that,the kind of relief one finds after an upset stomach! ..like a Prince as usual he got a hair cut at the Affinity Salon in forum, then bought an expensive pair of Nike shoes,Nike cap and some Jockey stuff..He took me to KFC and like hungry lions we ate the Zinger burger and drank pepsi forcefully as our mouths had lost all the saliva after so much of chaos and tension..we reached home late and i made the last tea....we talked alot ..basically i wanted to remain awake for the whole night because next morning he had to fly back home for one month ..one month i have to remain alone...i will miss him i was thinking...... i was able to steal a two hours of sleep from the whole night while he shaved and took bath...he made nice toasts of bread and served me coffee... changed his clothes and "Presto" in front of me like a spiderman is the"Nike Boy" with new white Nike cap, Nike Blue jacket And newNike White sports shoes but the underwear was jockey.. we reached to Bangalore airport , another platform hah! and finally the moment came when he had to hug me, leave me after a brief handshake..within seconds John Constantine reached inside..i kept on looking at him while he was standing near some counter till i lost him in the crowd..he was gone ..with my both cheeks in folds but no smile i headed back to my Flat.... I WILL MISS YOU JOHN CONSTANTINE i said in air!

stamped baloon

saw a bursted baloon lying on the road
no one saw it , some ignored
they came and stamped
it was printed in tricolour
it had lost its air it needed some care
i put it on other side
so that it rested in peace

Lost In-print

inprint journalism fest happened today as it happens every year but it was something special for me today because its was my last inprint fest in Christ college and today itself I realized its importance.. Observing the events was a learning experience... Like the mock press, debate,caption writing,spelling bee,feature writing,news reporting, editing and much more..I wish from past two years ,leaving our normal classes we were involved in such things atleast once a week for our own personal development because many of us want to be future journalists where such things help you to excel in your field...You not only have fun doing such things but you learn also I may call it fun learning ...But unfortunately we are stuck with our text books which very few take seriously and rest of the class( including me) is yawning restless and even if that doesn't help then best solution is to bunk the class because you are aware of the outcome eg Ash's class.... I still believe that we should conduct these events at class level in our class rooms atleast once a week for our own personal development ..Taking part or observing it once a year is not ENOUGH! IS ANYONE LISTENING!

*Happy birthday Tan
*Romal you did well in debate

capabilities and Limitations

our capabilities are beyond our limitations....

"Be formless... shapeless like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle; it becomes the bottle. You put it into a teapot; it becomes the teapot. Water can flow, and it can crash. Be water, my friend..."

As you think, so shall you become

I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times

If you always put limit on everything you do, physical or anything else. It will spread into your work and into your life. There are no limits. There are only plateaus, and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them.

If you don't want to slip up tomorrow, speak the truth today.

If you love life, don't waste time, for time is what life is made up of.

If you think a thing is impossible, you'll make it impossible
Bruce lee...

Forget the Forgotten

The voice which was buried inside my mind started to ring again ..i was listening to a voice which had stopped to reach my senses long back ago.....it brought the good old memories again which i wanted to forget... nothing had changed it was the same voice. and i was listening...


Ajeeb daastaan hai yeh
Kahaan shuruu kahaan khatam
Yeh manzilein hai kaun sii
Na woh samajh sake na hum
Mubaarakein thumhein ke tum
Kisi ke noor ho gaye
Kisii ke jithne paas ho
Ke sab se door ho gaye
Kisii ka pyar leke tum
Naya jahaan basaaoge
Yeh shyaam jab hi aayenge
Tum hum ko yaad aaoge

Name change: LEO's To ZAIQA

There is a restaurant nearby my place in Bangalore it was called LEO's ....I frequently go to this place to satisfy my gastronomic desires whenever I feel lazy to cook food at home or when I really need a dose of mutton or chicken biryani after all I haven't eaten kashmiri wazwaan from past 2 and a half years since I left for Bangalore ..... whenever I go back to kashmir the timing is odd because i don't arrive in marriage season . In this way couldn't enjoy the 36 course meal(Wazwaan) I started to like this place it had lot of open space ... you could sense the fresh air coming in..The tables were made of soft wood and it is was having that yellowish tainted look ..the colours on walls were also soothing....You could easily see the night traffic going and enjoy the red blue orange green colours of the traffic while having your dinner... . I mainly like LEO's mutton or chicken biryani..And whenever I used to enter the restaurant the staff used give me a smile i dont know why? whether they used to see a 50 rupee note sparkling on my head ( cost of the Biryani) or was it because i was their regular customer..Without any explanation they used to understand what I wanted.. ignoring any british royalty or etiquette i used to eat my food and leave the place quietly ... Several days back I saw a notice saying that some work was going on and the restaurant will be closed for few days ... last night passing by this gastronomic-heaven , to my shock it name was changed to ZAIQA what kind of blumppud ppaad name is that i thought but i knew it meant taste .... the main door always used to be open but it was closed this time.... I headed toward the restaurant and opened the door very slowly....... everything looked alien to me.....No one smiled at me as the staff was new.. it was jam packed as they had put more tables..... to my shock my favourite tables were wrapped in black table cloth which scared me , it seemed as if some Magic-ritual was going on.... I felt it was the end of my favourite LEO .... there were big tables suited for big family or gang of friends, tables suited for couples but no small table for a loner like me who eats his food all alone I searched and finally found a small table having a single chair .. I settled down the waiter came to me and said "what would you like to order sir".... 'wow' finally the new staff knows how to talk to customers politely I thought...... as usual I ordered for mutton biryani but still was feeling uncomfortable to the alien environment....To my surprise couldn't see the red orange blue green colours of traffic ...Instead i saw new heavy curtains blocking the outside view.. a staff member whom I already knew came to me and he showed me the new menu card ..The menu contained much wider variety mainly tandoori and mughlai items ...you could find wide chicken variety like chicken afghani chicken chengezi chicken jehangeri chicken kohinoor chicken akbari chicken irani and much more ..... but the prices had also increased so was the case of my favourite biryani items.. I saw a white vase on my table which contained an artificial maroon rose giving me the feeling of the artificial world ....The waiter used to serve the biryani in a copper pot which was golden in colour and tinned inside but this time they served it in a Chinese bowl..... how can they do this? i thought .. I finished my dinner , was satisfied with the food but couldn't digest the price increase of the food items ..Finally the waiter came with the bill which i paid and he stammered saying "thaanks thaanks ..come back again again sir" ... maybe he was nervous because it was his first day and so was I !
* Today felt sad for Litchet after hearing that her father passed away..may Allah give her courage and patience to overcome the grief!
* Sincere apologies to Sir Naresh as i couldn't participate in the AMC debate.