The recent controversy between Harbhajan Singh and Andrew Symonds seemingly ended after so much ‘ho-halla.’ This racism controversy reminds me of Zinedine Zidane head-butt to Marco Materazzi during the FIFA world cup 2006. I tried comparing these two incidents, as both are sportsmen controversies.
Materazzi got head-butted by Zizu because the Italian defender had thrown some lewd comments on Zizu’s sister and mother, whereas Bhajji abused Symonds and the Australian took this forward as racism charges. Zizu and Materazzi both understands english well and know that who is saying what. Whereas Symonds doesn’t understand hindi and had complained match referee that Bhajji has said monkey to him. Symonds is innocent here, as he had reacted on the word, which he actually heard, because ‘MAA KI’ and ‘MONKEY’ rather sounds the same.
I actually asked my father yesterday and tried to take his comments on both these controversies without telling him my view.
Me: Whether Zizu was right?
Pa: Yes, because Materazzi was wrong.
Me: Is Symonds wrong?
Pa: Yes?
Me: Why?
Pa: Because we Indians are always against racism and we cannot tolerate this charge.
Then I explained him my aforesaid views. His opinion got slightly changed and he said: ‘Actually its Bhajji’s mistake but Symonds had forwarded it wrongly.’
I think, Australians have misrepresented this case by taking support of false or I would rather say overconfident charges. Harbhajan could have been easily banned for one test or two one-day matches under level 2.8 clause of ICC if Symonds have complained it as abusive remarks and not racism charges (which involved players’ and nation’s pride).
As Navjyot Singh Sidhu says: “Agar meri chachi ki moochhein hoti to mein use chacha na kehta”
I think world has a different opinion and cannot be similar on any matter and there are no ifs and buts in this world. Being an Indian I will always stand against racism, as we really know what racism is. But I feel that Harbhajan instead of abusing could have been rude and showed his aggression on field just like the way Australians do. That is why I am a fan of Sreesanth as he gives back to them what he takes.
Pyaar karo nafrat nahin, gussa karo par gaali nahin,
Dosti karo par dushmani nahin, galtiyaan galat aur maafi sahi,
Sabak lekar tum aage badho, badlo soch, fir zindagi nayi…
‘My first blood written love letter’
This is again a story that conjures up images of the DTC buses as mentioned in my previous blog. Why somebody writes a love letter and with his own blood? Insanity, craziness or suicidal? There could possibly be many reasons, but this story is completely different. Please forgive my grammatical errors, as I am not here to give any gyan or so. I want to share my life with many of you and will try my best to bring a hint of smile on your face. If you get to learn something out of my mistakes then nothing like it. I request all my media friends not to mind my ‘angrezi’ and help me out in nurturing it. Here the story starts:
I had a friend Lalit, who lived in my vicinity. He was two years younger to me. We used to board DTC buses for our schools from the same bus stop. His school was 2km farther than mine. As I said in my earlier blog that there was quite a rush those days on the DTC buses which were full of students and daily passengers. Lalit actually started liking a girl whose name was Praveena. He was very much in love with her. One day he showed me the girl who managed to board the same bus from a different bus stop. Lalit got so much fascinated with Praveena that he and us (me and some other friends) started passing indirect comments. We laughed, teased and made fun of all the boys and girls present in the same bus. The best part is that the girls always reciprocated to our harmless jokes. It is a wonderful childhood memory, which we still cannot forget. Lalit decided to propose Praveena, but he couldn’t do so as her friends were always around her.
One day I went to Lalit’s shop where he used to work part time. He was completely lost in her dreams. I snapped my fingers then only he realized that I came. I asked him ‘what is the matter boss’. He said that he wants to write a letter and express his love for Praveena. I was shocked to know when he said that he wants to write the letter with his own blood.
“Paagal he kya -- Dimaag kharab ho gaya he tera” (I said)
‘HAAN, Dimaag kharab ho gaya he mera’ (He replied)
‘Kuchh bhi ho jaaye, I will write’
He was carrying a blade and he tried to slit his finger. He tried it 3-4 times, but failed as it was a painful process and in spite of his deliberate cuts, blood was not coming out. Seeing this insanity of Lalit I offered him to let me slit my finger and write that letter for him. Lalit growled -- ‘No man let me do’. All his efforts were going in vain. I took the blade forcefully from him, but he snatched it back. In the process my finger got cut. So I finally said to Lalit ‘dekh meine bola tha na, mujhe likhne de’. Inadvertently he agreed and I wrote the letter with my blood for him. My first blood letter that I wrote was for my friend’s love and not mine.
‘Picture abhi baaki he mere dost’
After 3 days I got to know from some of my friend that Lalit met with an accident and got seriously injured. So Lucky, Vicky (another friends) and I went to see him. We were shocked to see his wounds. His face was heavily bruised. I asked him what happened.
‘Kya hua bhai, How did it happen?’
“Pehle darwaja band kar” (he replied)
‘Uske bhaiyon ne hockiyon se maara mujhe!’
‘Abey saale bola tha na tujhe’ (I said)
Vicky said, let’s go and smash them bastards.
“Nahin yaar, yeh sab pyaar karne ki sajaa he, jo mujhe manjoor he”
what? (we burst and couldn’t stop laughing)
THIS STORY ENDED ON A NOTE THAT ‘NEVER EVER UNDER OR OVER ESTIMATE ANY GIRL.’
I had a friend Lalit, who lived in my vicinity. He was two years younger to me. We used to board DTC buses for our schools from the same bus stop. His school was 2km farther than mine. As I said in my earlier blog that there was quite a rush those days on the DTC buses which were full of students and daily passengers. Lalit actually started liking a girl whose name was Praveena. He was very much in love with her. One day he showed me the girl who managed to board the same bus from a different bus stop. Lalit got so much fascinated with Praveena that he and us (me and some other friends) started passing indirect comments. We laughed, teased and made fun of all the boys and girls present in the same bus. The best part is that the girls always reciprocated to our harmless jokes. It is a wonderful childhood memory, which we still cannot forget. Lalit decided to propose Praveena, but he couldn’t do so as her friends were always around her.
One day I went to Lalit’s shop where he used to work part time. He was completely lost in her dreams. I snapped my fingers then only he realized that I came. I asked him ‘what is the matter boss’. He said that he wants to write a letter and express his love for Praveena. I was shocked to know when he said that he wants to write the letter with his own blood.
“Paagal he kya -- Dimaag kharab ho gaya he tera” (I said)
‘HAAN, Dimaag kharab ho gaya he mera’ (He replied)
‘Kuchh bhi ho jaaye, I will write’
He was carrying a blade and he tried to slit his finger. He tried it 3-4 times, but failed as it was a painful process and in spite of his deliberate cuts, blood was not coming out. Seeing this insanity of Lalit I offered him to let me slit my finger and write that letter for him. Lalit growled -- ‘No man let me do’. All his efforts were going in vain. I took the blade forcefully from him, but he snatched it back. In the process my finger got cut. So I finally said to Lalit ‘dekh meine bola tha na, mujhe likhne de’. Inadvertently he agreed and I wrote the letter with my blood for him. My first blood letter that I wrote was for my friend’s love and not mine.
‘Picture abhi baaki he mere dost’
After 3 days I got to know from some of my friend that Lalit met with an accident and got seriously injured. So Lucky, Vicky (another friends) and I went to see him. We were shocked to see his wounds. His face was heavily bruised. I asked him what happened.
‘Kya hua bhai, How did it happen?’
“Pehle darwaja band kar” (he replied)
‘Uske bhaiyon ne hockiyon se maara mujhe!’
‘Abey saale bola tha na tujhe’ (I said)
Vicky said, let’s go and smash them bastards.
“Nahin yaar, yeh sab pyaar karne ki sajaa he, jo mujhe manjoor he”
what? (we burst and couldn’t stop laughing)
THIS STORY ENDED ON A NOTE THAT ‘NEVER EVER UNDER OR OVER ESTIMATE ANY GIRL.’
'Fly in your dreams'
Did you ever fly, in the beautiful sky?
Fly in your dreams, for the future realms.
Life look so easy, as no storm, no lightening and only breezy.
You can see the kite’s view, visit places that are new.
You don’t have to drive fast, as you are the only who is first-n-last.
No fuel, no servicing, no transport, but smoothing ride with all the comforts.
Pedestrians, trespassers are not allowed, as entry is restricted and bestowed.
No VIP stopping & no republic day parades, pleasant nature, greenery that you’ll only gaze.
It is wonderful to be up there. Leaving the world down under here.
I love to do this often. Open eyes that cannot see, closed eyes have always more fun.
So one should always dream to be crème de la crème.
Fly in your dreams, for the future realms.
Life look so easy, as no storm, no lightening and only breezy.
You can see the kite’s view, visit places that are new.
You don’t have to drive fast, as you are the only who is first-n-last.
No fuel, no servicing, no transport, but smoothing ride with all the comforts.
Pedestrians, trespassers are not allowed, as entry is restricted and bestowed.
No VIP stopping & no republic day parades, pleasant nature, greenery that you’ll only gaze.
It is wonderful to be up there. Leaving the world down under here.
I love to do this often. Open eyes that cannot see, closed eyes have always more fun.
So one should always dream to be crème de la crème.
My first crush
Most of us in our childhood days must have fallen in love or had some crush on someone.
I used to be a very shy boy during my schooling days. I always turned my eyes down whenever I happened to see any girl. I studied in the boys’ school. My first crush, which I actually remember is when I was in class XII. My school was 8 kms away from home and I used to commute through DTC busses. During those days, majority of the students of different schools used to commute through DTC busses. I had never been so enthusiastic about the girls who managed to travel with me on the same bus.
One day, my friend, just out of a curiosity told me about one girl who got a very magnificent personality and who also used to board the bus from the same bus stop, where I was attached to board. He showed me the girl one day. I started gazing her daily just to know more about her. I came to know later that she is from the same place and lives within my vicinity. Apparently I started liking her presence around me in the bus. Luckily her school was also at the same place where mine was and the school timings was only of half an hour difference.
Those were the days when for the first time in my life I started watching a girl very intently. I had always tried to get the nearest seat to her on the bus, as there was quite a rush on the busses during those early mornings. Busses instantly get filled in few minutes.
I am still amused when I recall my earlier days, when I quickly latched on to the ladies seat after I boarded the bus. Seeking she would come and I would offer my seat to her and give her my school bag to hold. This continued for a few months, but I never tried to say a single word to her apart from giving her my bag.
There were times when my school gets closed earlier than the normal timings because of various reasons. But I never went back home early. As I used to wait for the afternoon bus when she would also be there. I was accustomed to wait many hours to go home with her. I never showed her that my eyes only wanted to see her. Many a times my heart got butchered when she talked with other boys. So I finally decided that I would talk to her one day.
And the day that I had chosen, was my birthday. Luckily there was no holiday on that day. I knew that she would come, so I was waiting to let her pass my house so that I can follow easily. At last she came with her sister and I started following her to the bus stop. I was urging and motivating myself to speak to her. I gathered all my strength & accosted her before the bus stop and said.
“Excuse me, Excuse me”
‘Yes!’
(I was carrying chocolates on occasion of my birthday. I took it out in my hand and said…)
“Today is my birthday and this is for you”
‘Me? SORRY.’
(I didn’t know what to say that time, so I said…)
“Neeraj samajh ke le lo”
(Neeraj was her brother) [ohh shit, what I said, but that time I really didn’t know what to say].
She took the chocolate. I also gave one to her sister.
The 8 km journey that day was the most embarrassing of my life, as she, her sister, and all of her friends kept laughing at me and passing indirect comments on me.
My crush episode got over and now after so many long years I have moved on to another. If I recall my memories then I can tell you that it is altogether a very different feeling and one should definitely live up to it.
Bachpan ki wo sunhari yaadein, aksar puchha karti hein,
Ki agar tum yeh karte to yeh hota,
Agar tum woh karte, to woh hota,
Magar mera yeh bechara mann, kahan suna karta tha..
Dilaasa mein khud ko deta hoon, ki pehle to mein bachcha tha,
Ab hoga to mein yeh karoonga,
Tab hoga to mein woh karoonga,
Pyaar mile ya na mile, dosti zaroor karoonga, aur neeraj nahin banooga.
I used to be a very shy boy during my schooling days. I always turned my eyes down whenever I happened to see any girl. I studied in the boys’ school. My first crush, which I actually remember is when I was in class XII. My school was 8 kms away from home and I used to commute through DTC busses. During those days, majority of the students of different schools used to commute through DTC busses. I had never been so enthusiastic about the girls who managed to travel with me on the same bus.
One day, my friend, just out of a curiosity told me about one girl who got a very magnificent personality and who also used to board the bus from the same bus stop, where I was attached to board. He showed me the girl one day. I started gazing her daily just to know more about her. I came to know later that she is from the same place and lives within my vicinity. Apparently I started liking her presence around me in the bus. Luckily her school was also at the same place where mine was and the school timings was only of half an hour difference.
Those were the days when for the first time in my life I started watching a girl very intently. I had always tried to get the nearest seat to her on the bus, as there was quite a rush on the busses during those early mornings. Busses instantly get filled in few minutes.
I am still amused when I recall my earlier days, when I quickly latched on to the ladies seat after I boarded the bus. Seeking she would come and I would offer my seat to her and give her my school bag to hold. This continued for a few months, but I never tried to say a single word to her apart from giving her my bag.
There were times when my school gets closed earlier than the normal timings because of various reasons. But I never went back home early. As I used to wait for the afternoon bus when she would also be there. I was accustomed to wait many hours to go home with her. I never showed her that my eyes only wanted to see her. Many a times my heart got butchered when she talked with other boys. So I finally decided that I would talk to her one day.
And the day that I had chosen, was my birthday. Luckily there was no holiday on that day. I knew that she would come, so I was waiting to let her pass my house so that I can follow easily. At last she came with her sister and I started following her to the bus stop. I was urging and motivating myself to speak to her. I gathered all my strength & accosted her before the bus stop and said.
“Excuse me, Excuse me”
‘Yes!’
(I was carrying chocolates on occasion of my birthday. I took it out in my hand and said…)
“Today is my birthday and this is for you”
‘Me? SORRY.’
(I didn’t know what to say that time, so I said…)
“Neeraj samajh ke le lo”
(Neeraj was her brother) [ohh shit, what I said, but that time I really didn’t know what to say].
She took the chocolate. I also gave one to her sister.
The 8 km journey that day was the most embarrassing of my life, as she, her sister, and all of her friends kept laughing at me and passing indirect comments on me.
My crush episode got over and now after so many long years I have moved on to another. If I recall my memories then I can tell you that it is altogether a very different feeling and one should definitely live up to it.
Bachpan ki wo sunhari yaadein, aksar puchha karti hein,
Ki agar tum yeh karte to yeh hota,
Agar tum woh karte, to woh hota,
Magar mera yeh bechara mann, kahan suna karta tha..
Dilaasa mein khud ko deta hoon, ki pehle to mein bachcha tha,
Ab hoga to mein yeh karoonga,
Tab hoga to mein woh karoonga,
Pyaar mile ya na mile, dosti zaroor karoonga, aur neeraj nahin banooga.
'My take on TZP'
This is my first blog entry. I don't know how to swim in the sea of blogs, so I would try to put all inexperienced writing skills to sail on my frail boat. And my first brief sojourn of this world web journey is the movie - 'Taare Zameen Par' (TZP). I am very late in giving you my version of TZP, as I saw it very late. I wanted to see it with my parents, but I was not getting the tickets for the weekends. After all the busy work schedules and houseful days I finally saw the movie with my parents and sister on Jan 20.
Many of my office colleagues and friends have seen the movie and we discussed some of its emotional scenes. 9 out of 10 people I asked had cried in the movie. We have never imagined that why do we cry watching movies? People's behaviour ought to be different so as of every individual. But there are many scenes in the movie that made you cry and laugh in majority. Many people in the cinema hall who I was sensing cautiously, laughed and cried at the same scene, where I my parents and sister did. You can hear easily that people are laughing but one cannot see tears sitting at back. Honestly speaking I noticed that some of those were wiping out tears with their caress hands. The movie gives a very sweet and influential message to all the parents and the youngsters. It gives a superb message for the teachers to how to inculcate the young with a sense of duty.
Every person has atleast gone through that tinge phase, which Ishaan (Darsheel Safari) was going through. We can easily relate to him and recall our childhood days where many of our desires got punctured. There are many scenes in the movie, which I cannot forget as I felt that I am also related with some of those.
SCENE 1: Aamir at a dhaba, sees a poor child washing dishes. He gave him tea and biscuits and watches with his soaked eyes.
My incident: My friend and I were having beers at an isolated place near by a small basti of labours. We were discussing the bad phases of our lives and suddenly a very young boy who was hardly 7-8 years old came to me and says "Bhaiya Khaali botal mujhe de dena." I cannot tell you what feeling I had that time as one empty bottle costs only Rs 2 and how it can be so helpful for somebody. That really soaked my eyes. He was wondering around us and waiting for us to finish. I gave the empty bottles and few bucks to him. This incident gave us all the answers that we (me and my friend) were discussing. Sometimes we crib about our lives and says that 'why God why' are we going through this unbearable phase. And God gives us answers by showing us, which we cannot see. God has his own ways to teach and introduce us to the lives.
SCENE 2: 'Kya banega bada hoke, puri zindagi mein khilata rahoonga kya'
Correctly replied by Aamir - 'Zara sochiye us bache ke self-confidence ki dhajjiyan ud jaati hongi'
Expectation is the root of all causes. If we do something for someone we want him/her to reciprocate. Why do we that?-no answer. But we keep on doing without thinking of its consequences. Why we expect from our adolescents who are still learning to travel the rigid journey of their lives. Can't we support them till they understand the means of commuting of this hard-core journey? We all need to understand this.
"Bachpan ke din chaar, na aayenge baar baar, jee le, jee le, jee le mere yaar, jeb khaali to udhaar"
SCENE 3: Best of the movie - "Khyal karte heing aap? Kabhi yeh bola he beta tum gir bhi gaye to kya hua, main hoon na tumhe sambhalne ke liye, acha laga ye jaan ke, khyaal karte hein aap.
We as adult know that 3x9=27 and somebody like Ishaan, who is a kid and doesn't understands the words/figures/letters properly and see it as 3x9=3, so what is his fault in it? There are hell lots of things like that, and we just need to understand it. Every individual is different and perceive things differently. For example if I ask you to make directions between 1 and 12 in a clock. Some will make clockwise circle, anticlockwise circle, straight line between 1&12 and some will have a different way of depicting it. We only need to respect and understand each and every person's point of view and here I am particularly talking about the children.
"Dekho inhein yeh hain aus ki boondein, patton ki god mein aasman se koodhein.
Angadayee lein phir karwat badal kar, nazuk se mothi, has de pisal kar"
SCENE 4: "Teri parwaah karta hoon mein maa" (song)
It is a beautiful portrayal of a child's view of his eternal companion, his own Godsend - Maa. Words really cannot express the impact of this song had on me. It is an emotional roller coaster song that has the potential of bringing tears to your eyes with flashbacks of your own childhood or somewhere in between.
When I first heard this song in the office, I literally had goose bumps, my eyes got soaked and I got very emotional. I saved that song in my mobile and let it rung in front of my mom at home. I still cry and get emotional whenever I hear this song.
SCENE 5: Painting competition
The only thing, which I thought in the movie that was missing, was the Ishaan's previous schoolteacher who did not participate in the competition. The appreciation or some moral encouragement of them to Ishaan would have added more strength and confidence to Ishaan. Anyways, this is my view, and still I liked the movie very much.
Conclusion
Anybody who has seen this movie will love it simply because it has a strong potential to rekindle our own childhood and remind us of what life was like growing up as a kid, at home/school/outdoors, with your parents, siblings and other close relations such as teachers etc and the way you saw the world it was meant to be seen... innocent eyes, simple heart and a dreamy mind full of curiosity and wonder... TZP relives all that and more.
Many of my office colleagues and friends have seen the movie and we discussed some of its emotional scenes. 9 out of 10 people I asked had cried in the movie. We have never imagined that why do we cry watching movies? People's behaviour ought to be different so as of every individual. But there are many scenes in the movie that made you cry and laugh in majority. Many people in the cinema hall who I was sensing cautiously, laughed and cried at the same scene, where I my parents and sister did. You can hear easily that people are laughing but one cannot see tears sitting at back. Honestly speaking I noticed that some of those were wiping out tears with their caress hands. The movie gives a very sweet and influential message to all the parents and the youngsters. It gives a superb message for the teachers to how to inculcate the young with a sense of duty.
Every person has atleast gone through that tinge phase, which Ishaan (Darsheel Safari) was going through. We can easily relate to him and recall our childhood days where many of our desires got punctured. There are many scenes in the movie, which I cannot forget as I felt that I am also related with some of those.
SCENE 1: Aamir at a dhaba, sees a poor child washing dishes. He gave him tea and biscuits and watches with his soaked eyes.
My incident: My friend and I were having beers at an isolated place near by a small basti of labours. We were discussing the bad phases of our lives and suddenly a very young boy who was hardly 7-8 years old came to me and says "Bhaiya Khaali botal mujhe de dena." I cannot tell you what feeling I had that time as one empty bottle costs only Rs 2 and how it can be so helpful for somebody. That really soaked my eyes. He was wondering around us and waiting for us to finish. I gave the empty bottles and few bucks to him. This incident gave us all the answers that we (me and my friend) were discussing. Sometimes we crib about our lives and says that 'why God why' are we going through this unbearable phase. And God gives us answers by showing us, which we cannot see. God has his own ways to teach and introduce us to the lives.
SCENE 2: 'Kya banega bada hoke, puri zindagi mein khilata rahoonga kya'
Correctly replied by Aamir - 'Zara sochiye us bache ke self-confidence ki dhajjiyan ud jaati hongi'
Expectation is the root of all causes. If we do something for someone we want him/her to reciprocate. Why do we that?-no answer. But we keep on doing without thinking of its consequences. Why we expect from our adolescents who are still learning to travel the rigid journey of their lives. Can't we support them till they understand the means of commuting of this hard-core journey? We all need to understand this.
"Bachpan ke din chaar, na aayenge baar baar, jee le, jee le, jee le mere yaar, jeb khaali to udhaar"
SCENE 3: Best of the movie - "Khyal karte heing aap? Kabhi yeh bola he beta tum gir bhi gaye to kya hua, main hoon na tumhe sambhalne ke liye, acha laga ye jaan ke, khyaal karte hein aap.
We as adult know that 3x9=27 and somebody like Ishaan, who is a kid and doesn't understands the words/figures/letters properly and see it as 3x9=3, so what is his fault in it? There are hell lots of things like that, and we just need to understand it. Every individual is different and perceive things differently. For example if I ask you to make directions between 1 and 12 in a clock. Some will make clockwise circle, anticlockwise circle, straight line between 1&12 and some will have a different way of depicting it. We only need to respect and understand each and every person's point of view and here I am particularly talking about the children.
"Dekho inhein yeh hain aus ki boondein, patton ki god mein aasman se koodhein.
Angadayee lein phir karwat badal kar, nazuk se mothi, has de pisal kar"
SCENE 4: "Teri parwaah karta hoon mein maa" (song)
It is a beautiful portrayal of a child's view of his eternal companion, his own Godsend - Maa. Words really cannot express the impact of this song had on me. It is an emotional roller coaster song that has the potential of bringing tears to your eyes with flashbacks of your own childhood or somewhere in between.
When I first heard this song in the office, I literally had goose bumps, my eyes got soaked and I got very emotional. I saved that song in my mobile and let it rung in front of my mom at home. I still cry and get emotional whenever I hear this song.
SCENE 5: Painting competition
The only thing, which I thought in the movie that was missing, was the Ishaan's previous schoolteacher who did not participate in the competition. The appreciation or some moral encouragement of them to Ishaan would have added more strength and confidence to Ishaan. Anyways, this is my view, and still I liked the movie very much.
Conclusion
Anybody who has seen this movie will love it simply because it has a strong potential to rekindle our own childhood and remind us of what life was like growing up as a kid, at home/school/outdoors, with your parents, siblings and other close relations such as teachers etc and the way you saw the world it was meant to be seen... innocent eyes, simple heart and a dreamy mind full of curiosity and wonder... TZP relives all that and more.
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