Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Week of SHAME ...

Somewhere I read .. this is week of shame and that's right .. this is week of shame for all of us .. this is shame for we all Indians .. this is shame for our resilence .. this is shame for our "sab thik ho jayega " attitude .. this is shame for our democracy when a chief minister disrespecs a martyr .. I am very much delighted to see people gathering and burning canndles at gateway of india .. well a good beginning .. but let me say one thing .. the real outcome not lies in throwing away democracy or politicians .. when we say we dont want politicians .. do we have persons strong enough to carry this country forward ? do we have persons to be accountable for their act ?Answer is NOO..
If we say we pay tax and that's why we want all our money to go in proper places .. then it's really shame for us .. we cannt except our wish to do everything .. it should be our work .. anywaz shame on me .,. as always I write it on blogs ...

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Hope .. I shouldnt be a MAN......

No ..This is not my frustration and not I am making any joke .. This time I really ask ...why in the world I choose this life ... I shouldn't be sitting in front of the television set for 4 days and observing and discussing about my fellow countrymen who laid their lives ..
God ..forgive me .. but whenever I listened to those gentlemen discussing a cure to these barbaric act .. i was thinking myself what I should have said in such a discussion .. but I have to act .. I have to change .. I say it's spirit . it's resilence when I go out of my home every week day for my living .. when a billion of my countrymen are dying in hunger ... wouldn't they venture out ??
When I am saying political figures need to be blamed ...and then I think what are the choices .. but themain question is Do I Have Given a choice to myself ? The answer is no ...
I am really sick of myself .. working for the sake of it .. There's no glory no dignity .....
Why the hell I have taken this choice ...
And last but not the least why the hell I am again describing all these in my blog .... to only know that I cann't do anything but to write one more blog on one more barbaric act and then venturing out for my livelihood tomorrow ...

No solution is there .. frankly speaking we all are in a tunel and the length of the tunnel is so long that we can't cover it in our seven births ... let alone this birth ....
So happy Sunday to all ..Lets Shed some tear ..Lets discuss some petty matters . Lets point our figures to all direction and if noone is around then to the almighty ..... and life will go along .....

Sunday, November 23, 2008

A Lazy Sunday afternnoon ..

Got a Sunday break after a long time ..... only to be prepared for hectic two months ahead of me ... the bull has to be taken by horn .. which means the global financial crisis remains gloom and same way the internal battle between good Me and bad Me continues .. The share market plummeting and I am facing a bigger identity crisis .. It can never be bigger ...Lots of learning have been done only to find the learnings go to oblivion and it's no time to learn and forgive.. bcos if it's not now then wil be never .. the battle has to be won at all odds or else the edge will ne lost .. the body may live longer but the soul will be lost ...
"Yes , we can " shibboleth has done its part and time to see if " Yes, I can" do it .. anywaz will come back soon with a nice article ...

Friday, October 24, 2008

JET AIRWAYS AND RAJ ..

Last week , the headline was of the employees of the jet airways who were fired , and then asked to join the office ... Lots of trauma between those three days for those employess and I feel extremely sorry for them .But my talking point is that how those employess contacted Mr Raj Thackerey to solve their problem .. Why I said this because a week after Mr Raj is once again in the news for all wrong reason ..
Now when we see all the riots caused by the blind followers of MNS , we say how those people did that ? Are they not properly educated to see themselves what is good or bad ...if all those jet employees can contact him for theoir problem , why cann't a general man follow Mr Raj who is deprived of his basic necessities ? And this tells all the problem .. it's not good or bad ... its not about moral .. we tend to follow the side which can provide us our basic need .. and if the government cann't provide it then either god or the demi-gods can do it ..

Sunday, October 5, 2008

One weird thought ...

As a Hindu , I celebrete more than 13 festivals in a year and every festival with a great pump and show . Now I think what was the logic of my ancestors to arrange so many festivals all around the year and also to celebrate ganesh puja , dussehara at the expense of large money . We dont keep the idols more than a week and make the idol each year after year ..they could have surely thought about it ..
Now lets not bring the thought that all these weird cultures were set up by the brahmans who tried to get an authority for themselves .. What I think is that there was a definite economic purpose behind that .. Look , if we can put through like this .. every year the person who crates the idol gets the opportunity for income .. the person who provodies all the necessary festival items gets alimony .. and during the festival times people spend a lot for themselves which can give proper boost to the rural economy .. above all the festival brings the unity , social security and togetherness into life which every one will agree are the fundamentals of any prosperous and sound society ..
Then what .. I salute them to making realise such a financial package to boost the society ...

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Indian Idol ..season 4

I am quite a vivid fan of Indian Idol and has been following it for last two years(season 1 i missed)...But this time I find a bit of freshness , a bit of constructive imagination .. apart from the usual pocker-faced judges smiling and fighting ....
Today I heard the judge Mr Javed Akhtar saying that real talent lies in small towns of India as they catch hold of their culture more close to their heart than the metros ... He said the same when a bunch of guys/gals were selected for mumbai form Varanasi .. then a girl from a small village with a poor background was also selected ..
Now lets be little cycnic and skeptic that all these are marketing method , so that sponsors can reach to the untapped small towns .. (as sponsors definitely try to gain as they have invested their capital ) Having said that now lets look at the Indian cricket team where Chawla ,Ojha Munaf all come from small towns .. Now ofter olympics small town Viwani has also come in the larger picture ..
This picture says much more than thousand words ...
This says the capability of all of us .. Indians if they can come in full throttle then there is no stopping .. It says the untapped human resource as we ae going to have the largest young generation ...It says the value that lies in holding our culture deep to our heart .. not being procastinating ourselves but using that value for bettrement of the globe ... it says the what a great sangam of western idealogy and indian tradition can create (above all indian idol concept is from American Idol)..and it says the world gets flat to generate idols all around the world not ideals or jobless workers ...

The mystic Dussehara ...

I am writing this on the eve of 6th day of Dussehara .. and I am at Kolkata . where the pujo lies on the heart of the people .. From childhood I have always cherished the Dussehara and as I grow the goddess and the mystics brought by her keep growing on me ...
Now , First of all I wish each and everyone Happy Dussehara .... the festival symbolizes the truth that's quintenssial to India and also appeals to the world . the win of truth over the evil .. the combined strength of gods which gave birth to Shakti symbolizes the power of unity .. power of collective force .. above all this symbolizes the worship of woman power and the empowerment of woman which is the apt solution of most of the problem of the world ..Above all it remind us the greatness ,vastness of Hinduism and the great power that lies with being the best of all ..as it's said with great power comes the great responsibility ..
Let MAA enlightens the world as ever , as always ..
Keep celebrating ...

JADEVI SARBBHUTESHU SHAKTI RUPEN SHANTHITA ..

NAMAHTASEYI NAMAHTASEYI NAMAHTASEYI NAMOH NAMAH ...

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Sorry Jesus....

The recent attack on churches of Christians all over India has made my heart heavy . This act is not less inhuman and barbaric than the bombing and killing of my fellow Indians all over India .Though the group responsible for the attack on the churches may site the reason of conversion as the main cause but the group who is responsible for the terror attacks also may site simillar reasons for their insanity .
Now Hinduism has always been the symbol of trust ,patience and sanity that comes from the inner self . Hindu says "NIJA SWARTHA PAIN JATA NUHE HINDU , PARA SWARTHA PAIN BALI DIA HINDU " A Hindu is never born for his self .He is there for the upliftment for his fellow men .Hinduism has been as symbolic as my India .Both have intermixing of cultures ,traditions and thinkings from various corners of the world .Hinduism symbols the Ganges which washes all the filth that comes its way . Hinduism symbols Lord Rama who strived for equality among all corners of society ( be it using banarsena or taking food from the lower caste woman ) . Hinduism symbols Lord Hanuman for perfect devotion . Hinduism ensembles within itself Gautam Budhaa , Mahavir Jain , Guru Nanak ,Khwaja Mainuddin Chisti ..
Then why a bunch of goondas will tarnish the centuries old tradition of Hiduism by raping and burning ladies in the name of anti-conversion .Is the so called devotee of Hanuman have forgotten the devotion of the Lord Hanuman himself for the mother Sita ...
Now comparing this with the islamic terrosrism that is prevalnt everywhere , I find each thing simillar .Because the idealism of both results in genocides .. and spreading of hatred ..
I have been brought up in a society where I have always admired Lord Jesus .And now from the core of my heart I am saying sorry to Jesus for all the sufferings his people have suffered .If we need laws for anti-terrorism then it has to ensemble all the miscreants of society ..be it Myself ..

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Sub-prime crisis in my word

The world financial sector is under attack . No, it's not Osama .... it's Sub-prime ... Till now a million authors might have penned the topic in various forms .. still I dare to write something about it .. a potpourri of my learning ... 

The fed rate arrived at 1% , which in central bank parlance is effectively zero .The goal was to expand money supply and encourage borrowing , which would increase the spending , investing and consequently the economic growth .And that's what it happened during that time . The global economy expanded . 

The low borrowing rate attracted all those for whom having assets of their own was a distant dream .At the same time house prices soured, ultimately increasing additional appetite for credit . 

Now home-owners select a money lender who lends them the money after checking their credit-worthiness.After the loan is disbursed the money-lenders resell this investors or Wall Street firms , which are then converted to securities and then after assigning a risk rating upon them they are sold to institutional investors worldwide . 

Borrowers with a higher-than-average risk profile because of their low credit-worthiness are charged a higher interest for their loan .This is called sub-prime .Lenders lent deliberately knowing that there will be a default and they will get the return by selling the mortgage( provided the home price keeps on increasing  ). 

The securities were bought by the investment banks which in turn financed this by borrowing from the banks itself .Thus banks' action in passing risks to others ultimately came to them which led for denial of lending and hence liquidity crunch .At the same time the home rate dropped and the default in loan kept on increasing . 

Thus the spiralling effect continues to touch each and everyone who are engaged to the mortgage either directly or indirectly . And the devil hasn't stopped yet . A lot more to come ............. 

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Changemakers ...

Last 3 months I have been in a project where my job involvesd making our clients familliar with the new insurance system we have devloped.It was not for the first time they were exposed to IT .They have had their old system .Hence there was comparision every time .The resistance to change was there and that made our job more difficult .But as the days progressed they settled .But one thing I noticed , and that was the propensity to change was more in the ladies than gentlemen .. I thought for a while why this is like that .. and got an excellent reply .. Is it not that the woman is always designed to be more adapt to change .. when they leave their paternal home and come to their laws .. and is it not that they manage to play each change from daughter to wife to mother to a CEO quite handsomely .. hence the change can be more effective if it's done through the woman .. hence for me if their is a single solution or I would say a single medicine that could take away poverty , illiteracy , corruption , global warming and all problems of the world then that has to be "education for a girl " ....So when Barack Obama says that we need a bottom up change for everything .. then I would say for India the bottom has to be the empowerment and upliftment of woman through education ...

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Life as I see It

I have studied many times
The marble tombstone sculpted for me ..
I have inhaled the smoke of burning ghats ....
A boat with a furled sail
at rest in a harbour
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life .....
Love was offered but I shrank from its disillusionments
Sorrow knocked but I was scared
Ambition called but I dreaded the chances
Yet all the while I hungered for the meaning in life
Now I know we must life the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Whereever they drive the boat ....
To put meaning in one's life
May end in madness
But life without meaning is torture ....
Titanic sank
But some survived
Those who died and those who survived
Are both epics ......................

copied from somewhere ..but it's worth reading

Saturday, August 9, 2008

My helplessness in my word

I have never started the blog to make it competly blank for so many days .. but I am helpless and though lots of thoughts tends to hit the sea-beach of my mind . I am unable to hold them into one and express them .. the hope of revival though seems large but still the dark cloud is lingering with no sign of silver lining .. I have never felt like this before .. it seems as the quarter-century is playing its game and the protagonist is just a serene viewer with hands tied to himself so that he cann't also applaud them .....

Saturday, July 12, 2008

THE WEEKEND STORY ...

Had been to Church gate and had observed the colour of the sea .. a thought came "Is the Arabian sea brownish in colour ? "..... the colour of water was unusually not blue .. is said that human activity has made the colour brownish .. but what i thought is that the colour of the sea represents the mix in culture of Mumbai .. Mumbai or as a whole a part of India is not for a part of people .. the mixing and the intermixing of diverse culture is what India is all about ... and if all the culture can intermix and live in complete harmony then it wont be a herculean effort to destroy all the evil communal and regional blues of our society and make them turn to one unified brown colour ....
No one can claim the colour of a particular area .... as it's for all and all have the share on it ... if we are all togther and think together then no Thackrey or no Osama can make us divide ... The brown colour of the Arabian sea says us live and love together ....... and feel the complete Indianness amongst all oriyas ,bengalis , madrasi , gujju etc and etc ...

THE WEEKEND STORY ...

Of my two last weekends in Mumbai , I have been two Santacruz and Vasai road to meet my relatives .. As I communicated with them I found a really wonderful outcome .. people really looked forward to high inflation at the time ... do u know why ?
Having his own home is always in the basic dream of every man .. and having a home in Mumbai ... a really great one .. and this has really attributed in some highly exagerrated prices ... people are ready to pay 7500 for 1 sqft ... because the liquidity is high ..India is growing at high pace .. bank is paying easy loans and buiders are busy collecting money ...
What the high inflation will make sure is that the growth will face hurdles .. the liquidity will be temporaririly evaporated and the property prices will get a hit .. the reality can be checked in some of the areas where 5-6% downward journry has started ..
Now what that says is the old legend .. what must go up has to come down ...as nature has everything for our need and nothing for our greed .. then if our greed is not controlled by ourselves then it has to be brought down by nature itself ....

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

A sisyphean task ...

One more day of heavy rainfall .. and once more the chaos . be it the City of Joy or the Finance Capital .. the situation becomes more or less same ... The same breaking news of putting the blame on government .. Will there be any end to this ? .. Practically saying a big NO is the answer ..
If we just try to find the reason then we can know that we are the cause ..we never think while throwing our polythene on the road .. never care to take a bag to the market and never care to see if the drainage system in our locality is fine .. we take everything granted .. we think if we are paying the tax , governmnet should do all this (not like to say about who avaoid tax) ... we are happy to dine in a five star resturant in weekend .. and we are fine travelling to picnic spot and making it more dirtier .. our rivers are choking for our activities and we seem so ignorant ...
We have excuses for everything ..
I am also part of the system and I also do think like all of us .. But as long as I am not willing to change .the bedlam story of monsoon worries will continue ..

Monday, June 30, 2008

We must be accountable

When India and US are trying to put the ball in each other's court for the current global crisis of high food prices and oil pices , surprisingly me ,an Indian thinks that India is responsible ... but not as US shows us .. in a different perspective ..
The simple law of economics says as demand increases supply should increase and if supply wouldn't increase then demand has to go down .. Now as the crude oil price goes on increasing , our government is tryin to shield us from the high price by providing us subsidy .. this subsidy is allowing to keep the demand high and as the supply is not increasing the price is rising .. due to ths subsidy RBI is trying to compensate this by priniting more paper money and hence too much money runnning for not so high products . putting the infaltion bug-bear in full throttle ...
US says India and China are responsible for food price increase as they are consuming much more because of their growth .. i am unable to find any base on this argumnet .. but I would say as India is playing its part in global price increase through hoading .. in order to curb inflation government has banned the export of food grain and thus the artificial hoarding is making the global food price high ...
think about this as the oil price is high the OPEC and oil rich countries are not willing to drill more oil and are also doing the same thing what India is doing for food ..
Hence for the "invsible hand" of economics to come true and make everything as usual we should make our market complete free .. a "laissez-faire " approach .. which will make all of us to become more responsible for what we are spending ..and doing .. and not make responsible government for everything .. austerity hence is the call ....

Saturday, June 28, 2008

From Mumbai .. Day three

For last two days I hav been travelling through the second class compartment of Mumbai Local ...ansd have been thinking what's making these people not feeling irritated and what's making them going on and on ... Sum will say we dont complain because if we will complain who will feed our family ... But the real answer .. I have got today .. on day three ..
As always I got into the second class compartment by pushing every other on my way to Churchgate .. Suddenly jai hanumaan sound was heard . i didnt try to figure out where it was coming as it would be a foolish attempt to do so .. Everyone in the compartment was singing and praying .. KIRTAN was going on .. Jai jagadish hare .. then Jai Hanuman gyan gun sagar . followed . everyone singing praising the lord ..
Bhaktton janoo ke sankat khana mein dur karoon .. om swami jai jagadish hare ..
this alone was able to life my mood also ..I was feeling rejuvenated .. my glucose level in my blood became high ... and I was no longer feeling the same .. dull and irritated ...
and after 15 minutes kirtan , the prasad was distributed in the compartment .. noone knew anyone .. but everyone was saying please take the "bhog" and was waiving their palm above them so that others could take a bit .. everyone was there for evryone . even though noone was there for anyone ..
This may not be the daily scene at the compartment .. but isnt this can be the tonic for the whole week ahead ?
SALAAM BOMBAY ....

Friday, June 27, 2008

Copy Paste Thoughts

'Ill fares the land, to hastening ill a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay;
Princes and Lords may flourish, or may fade;
A breath can make them, as a breath has made;
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroyed can never be supplied.
:-
by Oliver Goldsmith

From Mumbai ...Day one ...

I am writing this blog from Mumbai .. On my only 2 days in Mumbai , I am quite fed-up with the hectic life .. the rush for local train and the traffic.... While I was standing in the train one thought came to me .. the thought why Mumbai is like Mumbai and as the population will keep on increasing what will happen to Mumbai . can it sustain or explode ..
The solution to this problem may be to create more Mumbai at every corner of India .. As the unemployment ,corrupt politicians and bureacracy grappple rest of India , many part of India remain in darker side .. people from those parts migrate to Mumbai for greene pastures and Mumbai suffers . it's the greatness of Mumbaikars to make every alien a Mumbaikar and shower Spirit Of Mumbai ...
But it's for the betterment of Mumbai and whole India , we should learn from the Mumbaikars ..... how to create a plenty of Mumbais all over India with the same spirit ,same coherence of One Indianness among multiple diversity ... The 8%-9% growth story shouldn't be confined .. it should reach Kalahandi , Royalseema and rest part of India ..

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Arise , awake and Run..

Every morning in Africa , a gazelle wakes up .It knows it must run faster than the faster lion or it will be killed
Every morning a lion wakes up .It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death
It does not matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle When the sun comes up ,you better start running

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

a missed oportunity .......

For me one of the blunders during my UCE was the missed oportunity to be a sincere part in the upliftment of Kirba ..
I would like to thank Mr Sanjaya Sathua and Mr Rupesh Tiwari to make me agree to go and teach in the evening at Kirba School .. Education is the only way for bringing the destitutes of society to main stream .. and if western Orissa is still far behind the main stream growth .. then it has to do mainly with their ignorance and superstition .. (It was the place where government has to set-up another hydro powerplant at chipilima after Hirakud just to show the people that generating electricity doesn't make the water unsuitable for use ) and all the conversion propaganda going at that place only justifies my statement ..
I should have devoted whole of my leisure time there .... for the education of Kirba village .. to show them the light of which none should be debarred ... and to make them part of "Ignited minds" of Kalam .......

Shaktimaaan and Kilbish

On my high-school days , one of the most succesfull serial on doordarshan was "Shaktimaaan" ..
Words like "Sorry Shaktimaan" and "andhera kayam rahe " was the buzz .. Every Satday morning there would be a tension surrmounting on me .. how not to miss today's Shaktimaan .. though the serial was being telecasted once again in tuesday night .. but the zeal of watching on Satday was much more ..
As for Tuesday's night show ... parents wouldn't allow to watch it ... But most important reason for watching on Satday was if u miss the show u are in the "Bhondu " side .. The person in our friend's circle who would miss Satday's show would listen from rest of the person and he was the "Bhondu" of the week ...
and everyone tried not to be in that side ...
But the main point was that .... Shaktimaan tought me lots of things which my Social studies and history book couldn't teach .. loving the mother nature and understanding the power within ourselves .. was the main theme .... and Kilbish still remains for me the dark... the harbinger of dooms' day ....
Though revolving round and round like Shakrimaan resulted in lots of suicide cases at that time and which were the matter of hot disussion in our parliament also .. but for me my halcyon days were really blessed with a perfect role-model like Shaktimaan ... which I feel the age of computer games surely misses ... (not sure if the repeat episodes of Shaktimaan will bring same amount of enthusiasms among teenagers now ..)
But if MunnaBhai can rekindle Gandhigiri then why cann't the Shaktimaaan ..........

Monday, June 23, 2008

The great ground of Zilla school balasore

This paragraph is wholly for the "The great ground of Zilla school Balasore " ... It is the field where Papu,Dipu, Papu(mota) , Pupan, Chandan ,Babai ,Sumit ,Nana , Suhas ,Jaga ,Tirtha, Tita and me spent their teenage .. discussing with oursleves about all the beautiful girls of Balasore ... The discussion would start about a girl .. would go on and on bringing on more and more crushes and true loves in to that ..we never knew which god was there in the temple e behind the wall of the ground , but if he would have listened to us then we all are really doomed to hell .... then we would start discussing about biology , chemistry mathematics and as the sun starts setting we would stat seeing our future .... sum in cuttack medical ..sum in burla engineering .. sum in AIIMS .. sum in NIT rourkela and some in smoking and smoking and smoking ... and the evening will come . we would take our cycles and then wil go on the street shouting slang at each other and would reach at "ADM chhak puchuka " ... then everyone to their home and with a wish that tomorrow will never die ....

Missing Marchapada ...........

All my friends , in schools , colleges and colleagues in my both companies do know that I am a person from balosore or puri (depending upon when u met me ) .. but really my village is Marchapada .. a small place in JagatSinghpur where habitat means 8-9 houses with lots of paddy field .. and our joint family was one of the powerful family (that's what I think) .. The thoughts of long green paddy fields , with neverending grennery and in between them a pond .. near the pond a small Bapu sitting silently to catch a fish .. thoughts of little droplets of dew falling on the grasses and pinching my ass (we didnt have toilets ) ....

But the village is no more .. Though 1999 cyclone did have a catastrophic effect on my village .. but I think more subtle reason was me ...
We stopped visiting my village after 1999 ... Lots of youngsters left the village after that for job search .. they abandoned agriculture .. green fileds started to become gray ... and slowly and silently the urabanisation started to take its toll ..every one started to dream big but in wrong direction .. pollution started to enter not only in the atmosphere but also in the hearts . people started to look each other in doubt ... all the love that was there vanished .. money-minded people became meaner and meaner .. and earlier which single pond used to supply fish and water for 30 joint families .. now became the matter of dispute between 3-4 nucleus families .....

And I started to hide my nativity not from the world but from myself and my village which required me .. was going away from me .. astranged .....
Hey Manish ... where are u from ? I am from India .. from Bangalore ... (not Marchapada not even Orissa .... )

Sunday, June 22, 2008

one imagination ......

One Monday morning .. I was walking on the roads of Kolkata to my office .. my shoe was polished with cherry black .. and it was really black . while walking I was looking at my shoes and telling myself I have the perfect black , neat shoe today and no other thing can be perfectly black ..
On my way to office there comes a square .. which was being repaired at that time ... hence one part of that road was blocked and vehicles were going on the other part .. So I decided to walk on the side which was being repaired , so that less traffic I have to face . Suddenly at that time I looked again at my shoes and found my shoe is not looking perfectly black anymore as the side on which I was walking was relayed and new black tars(pichu) was rolled over it .
My feeling of having the perfectly black colour that day was gone .. I was nomore the owner of the perfect thing ... The thing for which I felt proud was lost in no time .....

keep smiling
manish

Tale of two muslims ..

As soon as the news chaneel flood themselves with the breaking news of wounded , marooned hapless victims and their near and dear ones .. after a bomb blast .. I devlop a desiderata for the contempt of a particular community ... i try to look in suspicious view to the whole commumnity .. but let me describe you two short paragraphs that may change my thought process ...
Last year in hyderabad .. I was travelling in a auto ..due to rush and traffic jam I asked the auto-driver about the significance of number 786 as he was a muslim .. and to my unexpected surprise he started his saying like " 786 in Muslim is quite simmilaar to OM in Hindu ." and then he gave me a vivid description about the significance of OM (not 786) which even I didn't knew .. he told me how OM can make me feel closer to the god .. how it can bring purification and sanguinity within oneself ... and then he related everything to 786 .. Here one muslim describing and teaching me Hinduism ... one of the greatest pillar of Indian culture , secularism (not pseudo-secularism as in politics ) ... This is what we call Indian diversity ...
The second story goes on .. In the evening whole of the Hyderabad was in red alert .. because there was twin bomb-blast in hyderabad(Lumbini and Gokul) ... and in that dreadful night I was on my on way to office at 11 for my night shift in a cab which was driven by a muslim driver .. when every other person will be looking at this particaulr community for all the bombblasts .. I was in the safe hand of a MUSLIM..
still do I need to fill in my heart a certain amount of hate ,contemt for my brothers .. my fellow Indians ..

For Murali Sir , Braja Sir , Giri Sir ,Damodar sir and thakur ankul chandra..............

While I was reading Kalam's "Wings of Fire" and I was reading names of the his teachers and mentors ... At that time thoughts of my school teachers came into my mind ...
How can I forget Mr Muralidhar nayak .... The man who has allround competency ... I can not remeber a single subject he didnot have a touch .. he could make u understand mathematics .. could teach you english ... can give SARALARTHA FOR ORIYA paragraphs , can write excellent debates for me .... The man behind me during the period of 5th class to 7th class ..As a small town boy , we generally are meant to pursue and think what our teachers and parents used to think . and I am thankful because I found excellent ones ... with excellent vision for me .. I do remeber when he comes to our house , my Maa used to give him four rasgoolas on a plate and I used to think only four rasgoolas for so many knowledge ..
Braja sir ,Giri Sir and Damodar Sir ... men who were the true winners of all orissa fourth rank in 1999 ..it's because of their continous devotion for the upliftment of me that I achieved that little milestone ... My highschool days revolved around these three persons ...
and some comic moments
Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge was realeased and was a great hit .. In Braja sir's tuition I was unable to solve a problem and he asked me before giving me a cane-hit "Have you seen the towel going down from the top of heroine (as in Mere khaboon mein jo aayee ) " I still remeber his words whenever I see a bollywood heroine with a towel dancing ....
Giri sir's tuiton class of English was really funfull ... I had my great childhood friends Gouri , Chandan , Jaga ,Bibhu and Boda .. there .. a great place to learn English .. It' because of his classes I sometimes find myself not so week in VA problem (bit optimistic and verbose here) ...
and Damodar Sir ,great Brahmin .. who taught me sanskrit ... the language of God .. When he used to recite the sanskrit poem .. it was like some divine person reciting the slokas ...

And you all might be waiting to see what Thakur Ankul chandra is doing ?? I am still not a devotee of him .. But one of my sir in high-school was the greates devotee of Ankul chanda .. and I donot remeber his name (I know .. Not a great act) .. he used to say me the teachings of Thakur and make me feel the secularism of Indian diversity while I was reading about Arya Samaj in my history book ..

Cynics of you can ask me why only four teachers name .. Is it because you were taking tuiton classes with them for which you got good academic result ... I would say .. for a small town boy . who knew nothing about politics of expressing his thoughts openly and clearly .. the above names keep coming in my mind .. there are so many people , so many teachers , so many freinds who were part of me .. were the gretaest teachers of all time .. and it would take for me a while to mention their name to recollect them .. I feel myself the most fortunate one to be under the able guidance of these people and SALUTE TO ALL OF them ...

IT's because of these teahcers I have come here ...and can dare to see ..

For Neil ... for a person who is making me smile ..


Neil ... You know tears rolling down from my eyes now ... I have never known that even a single act of me being watched by someone else ..from today onwards I have got one more reason to love , to live , and celebrate humanity ... I am nowhere near the "Role Model" tag assigned by you ... I am just a simple man trying to learn while travelling the jourenys of my life .. still fighting with the darker side .. But now on I have one more divine force with me .. your wishes ...Your act of this thanksgiving will definitely achieve its result .. I promise you I will always try to be atleast 1% of what you have written about me ..
Neil .. Thank you very much .. sincerely speaking I don't remember the day when you were introduced with me ..but todat 22nd June 2008 is the day when I am being introduced to you .. I am really indebted for all the good things you have seen about me and for me that's the most divine thing .... God never comes he takes a role in some form or the other to let you know ... and today NEIL is the form for me
YOU HAVE MADE MY DAY ..... A SMILE ON MY FACE SINCERELY WISHES YOU TO KEEP SMILING AND KEEP ROCKING .. Wish you all the best and may you attain the ultimate goal of your life ...

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Here comes the second ....

How can I miss my younger sister ...One of the great things .. my parents have showered upon me ...
I still remember the day .. My mother was admitted in the hospital ... my father was going to hospital .. I said to him on te way .. i need one kapu to play with me ... (my nickname bapu).. so when my sis born i started calling her kapu .. then time flies ..
we have shared everything .... a perfect freind ...
one fine memory was sometime in balasore . one fine evening .. my father has brought home some samosas .. i needed some sauce ...(homemade tomato sauce) by my mother ... i opened the freeze and suddenly the light was gone .. and the bottle slipped from my hand .. the bottle was broken .. and my sis took all the blame ..as mom thought she was the culprit and was beaten black and blue .. still she didnt uttered a single word .. didnt revealed my name .. thank u my sweet little sis ..
after i came to burla to pursuit my engineering .. i am unable to giv her proper time ... we both really are spending really very little time together .. and i hope i can change that .. please forgive me ..
sis .. u rock .. and thanks for sweetest to me .....

manish

My first blog

Hello , to all ....

This is my first blog .. and I would definitely like to take this opportunity to mention all the brilliant persons who have made me stand where I belong ...

My Parents .....

My mother .... I hav always thought what will be the best possible way to make my country India the best place to live in .. one day I came to the conclusion ... that life of my mother the perfect embodiment of love and dedication is the way forward . Country grows in the deep warmth of our mothers .If a mother is educated , she takes the perfect care of her family , her husband and of course her children . I am really fortunate to have her , she has the perfect education , both academic and non-academic , vernacular and royal britsh .... she could foresee the future .... the future of India , it's people and made me realise the same ... And I can proudly say she is the mother India .. I can write more as a child feels for a mom .. but I will write only one line ..
Maa .. I love you and I am of no value without you ... Please be with me through all the thicks and thins of life .. I cann't dream without you ..

My father ...
Winter morning of 1995 .. My father makes me seat on the back of his hero jet cycle and starts pedalling to make me reach perfectly at time on the school ... for a boy of small town ... my father's herojet cycle was the fastest vehicle in the world , even faster than the aeroplane and jet that flew over our house while me with my sister waived our hands ..... because my father was the person cycling .. the strongest person in the world .. behind whom .. i started to dare to the outer world ... but what a gentel heart he has within him .. a man with good humour and till date my best freind ..

BABA , I am indebted for what you have given to me .. I LOVE YOU for being so nice to me ..
when ever I was reprehended for any wrong-doing from my mother , I would cry under my father's arm and when my father starts beating me .. as I go astray .. I will quickly run to my mother ..

God , I have never seen you and I don't have the cherish to see you .. because for me my mom and dad are the Lord Vishnu and Maa Laxmi .. Lord Maheswar and Maa Parvati ...

I will continue to write more on the angels on my life .. on my next blogs ..... as I have decided to dedicate the first one to my PARENTS ....

Maa , Baba .. I will always like to keep both of you happy and will always try to live upto your wish .... I have lots of distances to go ... lots of mountains to conquer and lots of dream to be fulfilled .. Please bless me and make me a strong man to face all the obstacles with the same vigour , with which you both have been living and making me dream .....

Thank you .. and be happy ...

manish