Saturday, October 3, 2009

Why exactly was he Great....

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, a.k.a Mahatama Gandhi, Bapu, Father of the nation, India. The tale to his path to leadership and his deeds and words, has been written numerous time by many people. People ranging from great philosophers, leaders and crores of children have written volumes about him be it biographies, novel, blogs and offcourse the 'My great leader' essays in school. So am I writing anything different ???? the answer would be nah...he is too great and I am too amateur to do so. So different questions, why am I writing it..?? well, haven't really written anything for long and it was his b'day today, October 2'nd and also I happen to saw a movie today named Inglorious Bastards, which has something to do with fuhrer or more commonly known as Hitler. The movie was a shit, according to me, for your viewpoint, go see the damn movie. At the end of the movie I was wondering something else, what makes a leader great, the thought process took me to Bapu and then narrowed down to the question why was he considered so great... ??
All his sermons, deeds, visions missions put together I was convinced for only one thing as to why he was great. He was great according to me because, for the reasons or cause showed by him, people were ready to bear with any adversity for a prolonged time. I choose my words cautiously, cause it would be very easy to write that people were ready to die for him. But that was not the case entirely, there have been many leaders for whom people are ready to give up there lives, even Osama bin laden would account to be a great leader then, why not, he gives his people a cause and thousands of mujhaiddin kill themselves(and innocent people surrounding them). Mahatma had that conviction, cause and charisma that enable people to surrender themselves to him, like a true devotee surrenders to god. Bapu said give up your made in xyz stuff and people made bonfires of British clothes, Bapu said endure pain and people broke their heads without even lifting a finger to the person causing the pain. Many leaders give you a reason and you are convinced and march and die for him, it all happens within a speech and lasts for days months and year to come but the struggles ends as soon as the euphoria goes, smart leader makes full effort to build that euphoria and then makes best of the time when people are in that influence because once the tide is over, the ocean is calm again. But for Mahatma people were ready to suffer, endure and change themselves for lifetime, and that whats so great about him. I mean is it so easy to give up your everything, your loved ones, your cherished possessions, even your own life , that too for a societal cause..?? I mean Aasharam bapu makes u give up stuff, ravishankar from art of living makes u do so, but, here you give up your personal stuff to earn something personal again, peace of mind, moksha, whatever. Mahatma made a saint out of every Indian for a common cause, Independence. People can be made to kill or get killed easily, every now and then we have witnessed leaders like fuhrer, Laden, etc to do so successfully, you just have to find a point where they can be made to be felt cheated and urge them to be revengeful, bammm, you have a, kill or get killed recruit in your cadre. The road Bapu taught meant that you get cheated humiliated, beaten, tortured, even killed for a common cause and, you don't react back, you just protest and wait for the action. Come what may you never react. That, I feel is the most hardest thing you can make a human do, act against your natural instincts. Leader were born, made, dropped, conjured, they came, they conquered, they did it, they failed, but Mahatma was unparalleled, he also is alleged to have make mistake, why won't he, he wasn't god at the end of the day, but the path he showed, what he made people do was simply amazing. A leader in all aspects, really great. My homage to Mahatma Gandhi.
Thanks for your patient reading
Tinu..

Monday, June 22, 2009

What makes me smile.... :)

Well I am back after long....finally got something to write...was in some orkut community wen I saw an interesting thread which made me think(after a long time) and write this...There is a difference between laughing and smiling..both the expressions though sound similar or one being an extension of another, still there is a big difference in the reason from which these two culminate... so here's a post where I put some thing which makes me smile... Here it goes...

Watching any season of f.r.i.e.n.d.s...seeing kids enjoy there world.....giving someone a pleasant surprise...getting a pleasant surprise from someone...leg pulling...India winning any thing anywhere.....any girl flirting...any boy checking out a babe....getting/giving a gift....riding a bike at/above 100 kmph..car above 150....achieving target...someone blushing...rain falling on my cheeks wen I face heaven....reading a sms,which is funny yet not adult....watching someone sleep in class...seeing a teenager trying to be grown up....reading thoughtful blogs...meeting an old friend...getting something after hard work...some fool trying to be smart....a lame excuse...hugging someone I like...Mamma n baba very happy over something...listening a nice tune....some amateur singing nicely....me successfully picking up a tune...two lovers faking a fight...something romantic....watching the city from a tall building....boss making a mistake....Getting applause...someone praising...bringing a smile in someone's face...the list goes on...will update later

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Pain of a small town father...

Hi folks, feels gud to be back after so many days, was busy with work. So this post is about a poem my baba wrote, he wasn't fine from past few weeks, and neither of me or my young bro could go to Raipur to see him and take him to a Doctor, none of us could get leave. I got busy with my work and shanu(my bro) was busy with his college(which resembles very close to military school). So at the end we were frustated and tensed, and my parents were helpless. So here it goes, a small wrk from Mr. N.K.Roy, my papa..

Budhape ne di dastak, majbur sharir hua natmastak
paristhitia parikul bani, bimari ne kisi ki na suni
kamjor larkharate doctor ke pass gaye, dhakka gali siwa kuch na paaye
doctor ne jawaab diya kal aana,MRI aur saari jaanch kara lana
hum kehte gaye aur udhar parchi ban kar taiyaar,
hum samajh gaye doctor ne kar diya vaayapar
larkharate jhaanch sabhi kar aaya, kewal patni ka kandha saath aaya
bacchhe durasth, padhai ko majboor, 
chah kar na kuch kar sake, chutti na hui manjoor
kaha padhai se nikale jaaoge, fir shaayad naukri kabhi na paaoge
shaayad yehi aaj ka jeevan hai, karo sangharsh rahe santosh yehi amulya dhan hai....


The idea to post this was to tell the plight of parents and their children, who come from small towns to big cities in search of a good career and a stable future. Somewhere down the line we are so much focused about our future and so much in binding with it, that we tend to forget our past, place from where we came from. But I guess, putting your career at stake isn't a good idea  either, and this is the dilemma of all of us guys who as MNS puts it are 'outsiders' or 'migrants', we all at times, are in so called 'dharamsankat' as to how to choose between your social and professional duties. Somebody is missing his son or daughter, somebody is missing his wife but we can't go back home because in real world you need money and a decent professional life...So we sacrifice, sacrifice of feelings, sacrifice of social duties, sacrifice of love. But still the Indian middle class wakes up every morning, struggles with life, struggles with office boss, struggles with local politics, struggles with everything and comes back home, yet managing a smile on his face, kyunki

"mann mein hai vishas, pura hai vishwaas
hum honge kamyaab ek din"

Thanks for your patient reading
Tinu..