Thinking…

I spent all of the last week thinking about something that was too much important for me. I sipped dozen cups of tea and coffee and earned wrinkles over my forehead.

 As I was busy in thinking, I could not give attention towards my daily task and even I could not talk to my friends & family members. Moreover, I could not take my lunch and dinner properly (obviously after taking so many cup of tea or coffee, no one feel hungry). Well leave the task and issue I was thinking for, here I want to share what I felt about the work ‘thinking’. Why people would not do their work properly when they are indulged in thinking process? And after thinking for hours, do they get solution for their problems? Might be they get the solution but I have not found it at all.

In my opinion, thinking is all about taking dozen cups of tea or coffee, biting your nails and cracking your fingers. Scholars suggest that while thinking on issue, we should have a peaceful environment or free time. But do you think peaceful environment and free time exists in our life today?

I know people have several business meetings and other meetings to think over the problems but how long they think over an issue? Thinking is all about the instant order of our mind. But being habitual, we pretend to think over the matter and spend several hours. We take several cups of tea or coffee that increases caffeine in our body. The other thing about thinking is that people have opportunity to avoid their household works and swing over the wooden chair. The more fast you swing over the chair, the greater importance is given to the issue.

What is the word ‘thinking’ about? I asked one of my friends who usually keeps thinking. 'Thinking is about analyzing the situation and option you have. It helps to take decisions'. Then he went into his study room and started thinking about something. 

I did all the suggested things; I went to a peaceful place, bit my nails, cracked my fingers, swag over the chair, took cups of coffee and discussed with my friends but could not get the solution. Finally I have chosen the same option that my mind instructed me at the time I had received the problem.

Barso Re Megha...

For some, monsoon is a problematic weather that does not let them move out of their home freely (because of muddy road and wet lane), while for some, it is all about enjoying tea-samosa and romantic long drive with their hubby.

But for me monsoon is not the same thing. Neither it creates problem for me nor it gives me pleasure of tea-samosa or romantic long drive. I don’t know the proper word to define the monsoon but for me, it is all about soaking in the rain for hours and deep breathing with a cup of coffee. It replaces my worries and anger with a happy smile on my face. Monsoon gives me freshness and new ideas to chase my dreams along with passion. 
Yesterday my friends spotted me at 7 no bus stop in white-green loose outfit and i was soaking in the drizzle. I enjoyed the green surroundings along with rain. I found the colourful umbrellas everywhere which gave me a different kind of eye-tonic.
I talked to several buddies about their feeling for the rain. Few crib about the rain as it created so much hodge-podge at the roads and some complained that it did not let their clothes dry for days. Some people also cried that monsoon did not let them move freely for their daily task. But even after hundreds of complaints, they have a longingness for the rain.
Anyway, i don't care whatever people think about the lovely splashes of rain, i would always welcome it with my open arms. I would always wait for the monsoon throughout the year and would ready to hug it with a satisfactory smile on my face. However it's raining in the city for the last 2 weeks but due to busy schedule, i could not enjoy it. For the last two days, i'm enjoying the shower and its giving me too much happiness. While enjoying the rain, i thought to replace the poem, "Rain-rain go away, come again another day..." with "Rain-rain come again, don't go even for a day..."
I simply love the rain and it is great time to have a mug of coffee into your balcony. I feel everybody should enjoy the rain.

Love at first sight

Hello everybody and welcome again on my scribble :) 
I want to write something here just because of the Kida that i have. Since morning, I'm trying to find out a topic or issue to write on, but could not find it yet (now its 8:25 pm). So, ladies and gentlemen, i'm presenting here something about love. 

I remember few movies like '1942 A Love Story', 'Aradhana', 'Kuch Kuch Hota Hai', 'Kabhi Khusi Kabhi Gam' and such other bollywood love stories where hero falls in love with the girl at his first sight. In the movie 'Aradhana' the first meeting of Arun (Rajesh Khanna) and Vandana (Sharmila Tagore) seemed too much funny to me. Varun was in his jeep and Vandana was in the train. Both saw each other through the window and fell in love. It seemed that the train was running on the road (because Arun's jeep was running parallel to the train). He was singing, "Mere sapno ki rani kab aayegi tu..." in his jeep and the girl, sitting inside the train, was blushing. Oh God how loud he was singing...!

If we talk about 'Kuch Kuch Hota Hai', Rahul saw Tina, a new girl in his college, whom he accidently met in corridor, their eyes met and kuch kuch happened to his heart. Same happened in '1942 A Love Story' where Anil Kapoor saw Manisha sitting in a bus. He saw the face of a delicate girl hardly for 5 seconds and fell in love. Amazing, isn't it?
Anyway, i never knew much about love. But there is something about love and probably that's why people readily do anything for their beloved. They become so strong that they fight with the gigantic villains more efficiently than anyone would ever do and they also absconded. Even, bun cannot kill the hero, just because they have taken resolution to save their girl. In love, hero can jump over a high building easily (highly inspired with typical bollywood love stories).
Hey, even i have experience of this love at first sight. Yeah, i remember that moment. I was in class 3rd, St Joseph School.
Holding my hands, i was standing in a queue and prayer was going on. "Stand straight", a 6 feet tall, lean and thin man scolded me. "Looking nice no", i murmured with a cute smile on my face (unfortunately, i was a cute girl in my childhood). Moving towards the class room, i asked my friend, "who's that man?" "our new class teacher, Paul sir" she replied. After that day, i started to stare him and asked him non-sense questions frequently (It was a lame excuse to talk him) He used to treat me in a tender way and would give me 'good' in my class work. All these things were sufficient to make me happy and i would run around to show it to everyone, "Paul sir has given me Good".
Just after few days of my course, Paul sir broke my heart by scolding me and also punished me in class by asking me to "hands up" in front of the class. I felt ashamed, actually i did not completed my home work and did not mug up the mathematical table. After that day, i have never fallen in love again. You may call it an attraction but it was love for me. And after that incident, i have never felt for anyone truly. Call it a confession.

Let the women abort their angel...

mom please hide my face behind veils otherwise i'll be raped

Staff announcement, "immediatly replace all the kids and ladies wear with burqa and saree collections."
Don't be surprised ladies, if you are going to purchase a pair of clothe to gift the new born angel of your friend or relative, you are suggested to chose saree instead of frock, skirts or such other things. Of course you will have saree in all size from "- 10 to + 10".
While moving around market or office, women have to be properly draped in saree and hide their face behind veils. Women are also adviced to send their 3 years old angel to the school in saree. If you won't follow the instruction, your angel can be raped on the way to school (sorry i'm talking in insensitive way but its my personal opinion inspired with few statement). You need not to worry about school uniform, Sharma aunty will talk to the school principal and convince him/her. And if you cant' do so, better, do not produce girl child in our country. Abort the girl child into your abdomen otherwise you have to be witnessed her raped-dead body just after few days of her birth.
So finally Mamta aunty, we all are ready to be escape behind veils even our girl babies would also be draped in saree. But what to do with foreigner who visits our country frequently? Who will save them from being raped or molested? I think you will talk to foreign executives also and would successfully convince them to enter into our border after being properly dressed up.
I could not control my laughter after reading the statement of NCW chairpersn Mamta Sharma. She has commented over the dressing sense of women. She asked the ladies to dress carefully to avoid such crimes against them. Commenting over the Guwahati molestation case she said, "Be carefull about how you dress..aping dress...aping the west blindly is eroding our culture and causing such crimes to happen." 
I just want to ask Mamta Sharma, are women drape in saree from toe to head, even in burqa not being raped? Is their need to drape a 3 months old girl with saree? Oh come on Mamta aunty, you forget that you were appointed to guarantee women security in unconventional relationships, not for commenting over personal matters of women. 
I think Mata Sharma forgot that, our constitutions has not made any provision to restrict our personal matters while it has provided us freedom to live our own life. If you could not control the street doggies  who like to eat 3 months old baby even they can eat their own daughters also, kindly do not comment over personal issues. If you can't protect the girl child, there is no need to make laws that prevent women foeticide. Let the women abort their angel instead of crying over their raped body.

Heights of cruelty

Oh come on ladies...! You are living in 21st century and still you are following the instructions of your God like husband. Why you are tolerating all the violence, crime, harassment and other serious painful deeds? Why you people forgot your own dignity? You don't belong to Greek or Semiramis age where the queen or the king used to put chastity belt on their partner out of suspicion of infidelity. You are living in a democratic country where you have the right to live your own life and take your own decisions. Today, number of crime against women are increasing at a faster pace and credit goes to you my dear soft, violence-accepting women. Yeah we are ourselves responsible for all these things which are happening to us. Sorry, i'm being rude, but this is how woman frames an image of her husband. She thinks that her hubby dear is like a God and she should worship him twice a day. What the hell you are doing? I'm seriously angry, upset and disappointed with all those woman who tolerate such cruelty of their dearest hubby.
After reading the chastity belt case of Indore, i'm very much upset and tears rolling out my eyes. It was the case in which a husband, before leaving the house, used to lock the vagina of his wife. He had pierced her vagina with a needle. Now only that, he also tried to rape his 12 years old daughter. How shameless he is...! Anyway, Kahani abhi khatam nahi hui hai, aage suniye, the typical sacrificing woman was so obedient and kind hearted that she tolerated all these things happily for the last 5 years.

After getting fed-up of the harassment and ill treatment by her husband, thankfully she she decided to take an action to stop all that. But what was the action? Of course , suicide because she did not have the courage to complain against her husband. And she did that. The horrible tale was unfolded by doctors when they were treating her in hospital (she was admitted to the hospital after consuming poison). 
I think such men have psychological problems, that's why they feel so insecure and they easily break all the humanitarian limits. I'm unable to understand why these women do not have the courage to fight for their life, to lead a decent respectful life?
Its my humble request to one and all, kindly do not let your hubby overrule you and don't permit them to harass you. You should recognize your dignity. You should have courage to oppose all the cruelty done on you. There is law, administration, court and everything to protect and help you. But you have to take the initiative.    
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Floral tribute to dear Kaka

"Babu moshai, zindagi badi honi chahiye, lambi nahi" perfectly suits on bollywood first superstar Rajesh Khanna who breathed last at his Mumbai residence on Wednesday morning.
He has proved the above stated dialogue beautifully by giving his successful contribution to the Hindi cinemas. I have not met him ever but i have watched his few movies in my childhood days that used to come on Sundays on DD-1, 4PM ( we didn't have any other optional television channel at that time). I've also enjoyed his several songs like Mere sapno ki rani, Zindagi ek safar hai suhana, O mere dil k chain, Tune o rangeele kaisa jadu kiya and many more. His few movies like 'Bawarchi', 'Daag', 'Anand' are my favourite ones. I'm also great fan of his style and dialogues like "Pushpa i hate tears", "Maine maut ko dekha nahi par sayad woh bahut khubsurat hogi. Kambakht jo bhi usse milta hai jeena chod deta hai" and such others.
I was really sad to hear the news of his demise but knowing the fact that he was not in the pink of his health, his death was a blessing to him and a great loss to us. His health was continuously deteriorating from the last 20 days. He was also admitted to the Lilavati hospital due to kidney problems few days ago. 
I became his fan after listening to his songs and watching his movies. It is true that Kaka is no more but he will always be alive in our heart. 
This post is my tribute to legendary Kaka who was also the heartthrob of many girls during 60s.
           

Kitty turns to be lavish cocktail

Gone are the days when house wives were passionate to organise kitty at their homes and sometimes in the hotel rooms. Today, these middle-aged women are inspired with two-in-one funda that include partying and outing together. The sedate kitty party has now been transformed into weekend outing that lures not only working women but also their in-laws. 

Double enjoyment

Today, women have changed the set up of their mind and they believe that kitty at a packed room has become ol' fashioned. Shrestha Mahendra, a house wife says, "It is seriously a fantastic idea to celebrate the kitty somewhere in open than to just sit and cook at home." She further adds, "Celebrating kitty at packed room is not comfortable as it binds us at a particular place."

Quite easy to convince in-laws

Now these party fraternity are extra intelligent and perfectly adept in management skills. They know it very well how to convince their in-laws for the party. Shobha Jain, a resident of Arera colony, says, "Of course my mother-in-law is quite uncomfortable with my parties. She never allows me to arrange party at home or at hotel rooms. So last week I planned the party at Bhojpur and I also invited her for it." 

Money and time saving

Enjoying somewhere outside has redefined the term kitty party altogether. City women believes that partying at colony garden is also a good way to socialize in small amount of money. Puja Mehta, a resident of Rachna Nagar, says, "For the last 3 months, we are organising our kitty at our garden as it saves our money while it is also comfortable there."

Best deal for outing

"Actually my husband has not too much time to take me out. Therefore i'm satisfied with the kitty that are organised at somewhere out of the city," says Babita Agrawal, a resident of Narayan Nagar.

Having more privacy

"Gossiping at somewhere outside is really amazing...! No one can guess what we are talking about and where we are, especially our neighbours," says Ranjana Desai. Women feel that going outside gives them full privacy and for a while they get rid of their neighbours. They are getting more privacy at outside locations where they are comfortable to discuss their beauty tips and home recipes and other gossips. 

Cocktail

Finally I have also watched the typical bollywood love triangle between best friends titled Cocktail.  I was eagerly waiting for the movie and it stood up to my expectation. The movie is nice, enjoyable and funny because of the catchy dialogues and of course songs are the topping on the cake. But i found the second half li'l disappointing and even after that I watched it twice.

The story is about the cliched love triangle in bollywood that ends with the sacrifice of one person. The scenes were easily predictable like when Veronica meets Meera, its easily assume that she will take Meera to her home; Veronica would meet an accident; now she will sacrifice her love and such other things.

Deepika (Veronica) is seen similar to her other character that she has played; a bindas girl who parties hard and lives life to its fullest. Her entry in all of her movies are almost same. Diana (Meera) on the other hand looks fresh, sweet and modest Indian girl while Saif (Gautam) in his old ‘Love Aaj Kal’  awtaar flirting with girls no matter where he is.  Boman (Gautam’s uncle) was an entertaining element of the movie while Dimple justified the role of Gutlu's mother. 
Songs were good, especially Second Hand Jawani, Tumhi ho Bandhu Sakha, Yaariyan and Angreji Beat. But there was something missing that could not let me digest the entire movie. Like other ol’ movies washroom played important role here also. It is the same place where Veronica meets Meera and take her to her home..

What i liked in this movie, among others was Meera’s dress, her loose trousers and black-white striped t-shirt with loose shrug were very attractive. 

Let Girls bubble in Range and Anger

I would appreciate the trend of social networking as Facebook profile of Amarjyoti was circulated and ridiculed among public. Also, i do not hesitate to say that i'm little bit upset with the media. Especially i feel shame on local media of Guwahati that could not expose the horrible incident even after four days. Yes i'm talking about Guwahati molestation case in which a 16 years old (class 11th) girl was molested by around 30 men in full public view for about half an hour outside a famous night club.

Literally I feel shame on local media of Guwahati that such a big issue came in light after four days of the incident when the video has been uploaded on YouTube and sparked across the world. Incident took place on July 10 while police came into action on July 11 and arrested 4 (Thank you so much police uncle that you have arrested at least 4 otherwise I never expected action from your side). Even i doubted over the role of state women commission or other local woman activist. However the footage has been sparked on public and it highlighted the faces of 30 accused, police have arrested only four although the main accused Amarjyoti absconded.

Instead of helping the girl who was being molested at public, a reporter from electronic media was busy with making footage, how pathetic it is….! (kaash ye ladki us reporter k ghar ki hoti...by God tahalka mach jata). No doubt that footage can be purchased at higher price or it can give him promotion in his office (news channel) but he has not made judgment with humanity. Seriously i'm unable to understand the mental status of the crowd when the girl was crying for help and said, "meri izzat mat kharab karo, tumari bhi behan hai...! (Actually i heard this dialogue in the video uploaded on YouTube). Incident was witnessed by hundreds of people and everyone would have daughter and sister into their house. But no one had courage to help the girl although people has advertised the accused by highlighting their name on hoardings and social networking sites .
Now lets see the psychological and emotional status of the girl, how she would be consoled by her family members or friends. I doubt how early she would be comfortable in her school or society.  

Has a day passed without any rape or girl child dumped?

Apart from the Guwahati molestation case, there was also an incident in today’s newspaper that forced me to think about the future of our country. In my school days I read several motivational stories and came to know that India is the country where women are worshipped like God. It is the country where women like Jhansi Ki Rani, Devi Ahilya Bai, goddess Durga and other were made country proud of their birth. Then what happened to the people of our country that they are killing their newly born drastically?

Of course I’m talking about the newborn girl who was flushed down in the toilet of a moving train on track near Jagatpura (Rajasthan) and later declared dead by the doctors. Why the parent’s hand did not tremble before flushing down their daughter? I think they were deaf that’s why they could not listen the howling of the angel. L

Why there is no such day that passed without any crime against the women? Every day we can read story into newspaper related to the women crime (either there is rape, molestation or girl child murder). It has forced the girls of our country to sing, "Agle janam mohe bitiya na kijo."

Miss you Darji…

If tears could build a stairway,

And memories a lane,

I'd walk up to Heaven

And bring you home again.

Death news of Indian veteran actor and wrestler Dara Singh (original named as Deedar Singh Randhawa), has forced the acting fraternity, fans, friends and colleagues to recall few moment that they spent with him.

Dara Singh demised on Thursday morning at his residence due to prolonged illness. He was the first Action King of Bollywood and Deshi Spiderman for the fans. He was the first Indian hero who started the trend of hero having 8 pack abs and taking off shirts . Apart from bollywood acting, production and direction, he was also inspired from Indian Pehalwani. He competed against several professional wrestlers of US. During one of the most exciting fights in the history of wrestling competitions, Darji lifted King Kong (200kg, Australian) over his head and twirled him around and after that the crowd became crazy for him.

Bollywood fraternity on Darji’s funeral

I’m also in white but sorry,

I can’t forget my style. Actually media matters na..!

As Darji is favourite for everyone, several stars bid adieu and mourn for him. Thanks to each and everyone for being well dressed up in white colour during the funeral ceremony (of course…! It's mark for the peace). It has become the trend of bollywood to be dressed up in white colour in funeral ceremony. In-fact all bollywood stars necessarily keep 2-3 pairs of white cloths into their wardrobe for attending the funeral ceremony of their beloved on (However we should not comment over the issue as these stars use to keep maintain their wardrobe with all colours). But as I noticed, as soon as celebrity’s manager gets the death news, they immediately prepare the white clothes for their masters J (perfect service na?). Well, I’m sorry to say that Manoj Kumar and Fardeen Khan’s manager were not ready with their white clothes so they managed it with black colour (beware Mr manager… your master would not take time to throw you out of the home). J

 For checking few photographs of Darji’s funeral you can click over the following link (kindly pay attention towards the colour of their dresses).

 http://in.movies.yahoo.com/photos/bollywood-bids-adieu-to-dara-singh-slideshow/celebs-mourn-dara-singh-photo-1342167983.html

“Ye Daulat Bhii Le Lo,Ye Shoharat Bhii Le Lo

Bhale Chhiin Lo Mujhase Merii Javaanii

Magar Mujhako Lautaa Do Bachapan Kaa Saavan

Vo Kaagaz Kii Kashtii, Vo Baarish Kaa Paanii ”

Jagjit Singh

Gone are the days when I was too much fascinated by the rain and enthusiastically used to enjoy it for hours. I would get drenched in rain and would make myself comfortable with a mug of coffee. And of course the petrichor cannot be missed and it use to be one of my favorite smells. Petrichor would make me relax like anything. 

Like every year, this year too I planned several things to welcome the rain shower and i was eagerly waiting for the monsoon to celebrate it. Every day I would check newspapers for monsoon news. Everyday i use to pray “Please God baarish kara do…” and finally one day it rained. Wahoo!  Monsoon has finally arrived, drenching the entire city in the happy and joyous mood.
But why it did not bring happiness for me this time? I waited for monsoon for a quite long time but when it arrived, i didn't feel like going out. There is nothing interesting with the rain drops, this time and also i'm not getting a 'feel good' factor. Instead of bringing happiness it has, in fact, washed away those happiness and hope to which was with me since a long time.
I didn't like the petrichore this time and surprisingly, i didn't sit on my window with a mug of coffee. I'm not enjoying the pearl like rain drops, neither the wind. Even i'm no more interested in the greenery spread out in the park nor the sweet chirping. 

While sitting in my balcony, i was reminded of my good ol' days where i use to own a boat, of course a paper boat. I would play with my friends and compete whose boat will not sink first. At the time, my little heart was so innocence that it was happy and contented with my owning a boat. I had no dreams, ambition or passion to chase. Chasing always meant the chor in the game chor-police. I would cry for chocolates, balloons and other stupid things because i use to consider them as part of my life. 
The only that i miss today is the time spent with my friends and parents. I miss the days where i would wander without any desire, responsibility, worry like a free spirit.

Manicured nails

How fascinating it is to grow up your nails. Whenever we see anyone's manicured nails, we cannot stop our eyes to check our own. It happened with me when I saw the self manicured nails of my friend and decided to develop my own.

I realized that I have dirty nails that look like gutter and I became conscious to maintain it. I started to grow up my nails but I felt nervous to show my hand anyone as it would look odd. Gradually my nails grew up and I painted it enthusiastically with blue coloured paint. While painting my nails, I smelled it deeply with a ear to ear smile on my face. Finally now I’m also one of those girls having manicured nailsJ. Wow…its looking nice na???J And now I have all the benefits of big nails. I can open can and bottles easily. While itching myself, I would feel easy (when mosquito bites me)J. I will paint my nails matching it with my dresses. I started to spend most of the time in thinking about nail paint colours.

 But it is right that ‘every coin has two sides’ and same happened with me. I was wearing my contact lenses as I had to attend my b’day party but I couldn't be successful in wearing lenses because of my big nails. Finally i left the plan and wore my big spects L (demerit of big nails). Well, I attended the party and came back to my room but again I was angry because of my nails as it gave me a bloody scratch on my hand L. I cried whole night for the pain and said to myself , ufff kyu bada kar liya nails. Even I could not put salt properly while making salad during the dinner just because of big nails.

Anyway, now I’m enjoying my holidays and making coffee in my kitchen. My coffee is ready now and i'm going back to my room with coffee. Ouchhhhh….! Once again my nails strike the kitchen door and is broken (little figure only). Now I'm forced to cut down all the nails as it is looking odd.  Again I’m comfortable with my small and unpainted nails that have certain benefits also. J  

‘let’s go honey, if you run I will run, if you rest I will also take rest’

I’m feeling good to say hello after such a long time on my scribble. Well, I took DNA Indore and read an article “Deserted Child Brought to MYH” on Tuesday. I read the entire article with interest and it made me curious to know more about the issue. Through the article I came to know that MYH has received 40 deserted newly born (for your information MYH is the most popular and biggest hospital of the city). Reading the article, curiosity pushed me towards Google uncle to read old editions of the newspaper and find out more about it.


Education and Fetidness: Best buddy forever

 Last week there was an article in DNA-Indore which informed that two jars containing eight foetuses and one uterus preserved in formalin were found thrown in an open drainage. The foetuses were two to six months old and most probably it was thrown by some medical establishment by violating the guidelines. Anyway, I searched for few more articles related to the topic and read an article in the Times of India, “After Rape, It’s Foeticide Capital Too.” The article stated that as per the NCRB report total 132 cases of foeticide were reported in country in 2011 and Madhya Pradesh tops with 38 cases. There is increase of 20 cases as compared to the last year.

Fetidness figure

Year   total cases in the country   cases in MP  

2010             111                                 18

2011             132                                 38

2012            expected to be double*


Now i was eager to find out the literacy rate of MP as well as of the country. India's effective literacy rate has recorded a rise of 9.2 percent and it has reached 74.4 percent according to the census 2011. The literacy rate has improved sharply among the female as compared to the males.


Literacy rate

Year      India      MP

2001     64.84     60.53

2011     74.40     70.60

There were 914 girls born for every 1,000 boys under the age of six (census 2011) as compared to 927 girls for every 1,000 boys (census 2001) while in the field of education there was good news as census showed the literacy rate going up.

Reading both the fact I was puzzled between the figures. I noticed that the literacy rate of our country as well as that of Madhya Pradesh is increasing slowly and at the same time the cases of women foeticide has also showed a slight growth. I feel education and women foeticide, which is a crime and experts excuses that it happens due to illiteracy, are best buddy. Both (education and foeticide) says  ‘let’s go honey, if you run I will run, if you rest I will also take rest’. :(