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

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..

Some unsaid rules of Mumbai transport mechanism

1. Always stand in queues, be it train ticket counter, auto/taxi stand, bus stand etc.
2. In local train the person at gate will always make way for the people off/on boarding at station, if he blocks the way than he is to be pushed and then whatever happens to him/her is neither our responsibility nor interest
3. If you stand between the space available between two seat rows , then its your responsibility to keep everyone's bag at the place given above and if somebody vacates the seat near you, then you will be the one sitting on that seat
   
4. Auto rickshaw will charge as per meter only, no matter how short or long the distance is.
5. Its absolutely safe for girls to travel back home by train even if it is the last 1:40 am local
6. No talks with strangers while transportation, at the max hi hello..the principle is live and let live..and do not interfere
7. Always run and rush to catch your local even if it is fully empty, and also jump before the train stops if you are at gates and rush to the fob. Run run run keep running atleast walk fast.
8. Never ever attempt to eve teasing coz you will never know how many ppl(other than the gal) will kick your ass.
9. Its perfectly ok if somebody steps on your foot in train or bus. No regrets or apologies
10. Once again RUN RUN RUN...KEEP RUNNING...
    

Be Mad to be happy...

Just a thought crossed my mind...was talking to a virtual friend..fellow blogger(retired, dormant whatever) isha ray...we both were talking bout the daily torture of targets..me in TVS she in Kingfisher a nice thought came to my mind while our discussion..
I therefore quote myself..... "all that I have to do is to be partially mad...and pretend that 2moro doesn't exists and today is over...so no targets 2moro and bad day is already over" Good isn't it..
Thanks for your patient reading..
Tinu...

Poor and cheap Hindi

A thought just crossed my mind, there were some swearing I got to hear from some girls around me...
'What the fuck is goin on' .....'kiss my ass'.... 'What ?? 20 rs for this, fuck you'....'oh shit'...'screw u'...'Oh god her ass/boob cleavage was visible'....'dude u need fucking balls to do so'...and some more stuff like this

Ok so why I am writing this...now do one thing...most of these words are slangs....so say(or atleast think) the same things using their analogous Hindi slangs...This is how boys(and some gals) say..so how it sounds...cheap?? dirty?? ghatiya ladka???...and this is my problem..why same thing, when said in Hindi becomes cheap or vulgar and in English it becomes cool, hip hop or ok ok???
Thanks for your patient reading
Tinu...

They have succeeded..

Yes they have succeeded..I, a common man now fears to go out of home, board a train or bus, witness the legendary Ganpati visarjan processions of mumbai, go to some famous temple or any crowded place. Not that we stopped our daily chores, but there is a fear somewhere inside, a queer feeling that I may not come back home in one piece. I was few kms away from the bomb site in Banglore and that time it struck me that what if they planted there ill intentions 3-4 kms away from where they actually did. I have never feared death, but still I am apprehensive, would I see my roommates when I reach home..is my friend and family all right..these are some things which we always take for granted, but not anymore..and that is what these hardliner or more aptly known as terrorists want. Killing is not agenda, I guess more people die in accidents rather than terror attacks, the agenda is terror, fear.. I know you may be very brave and don't feel on the same lines as I do...congratulations , but make sure you are fearless not ignorant cause both the feelings will give same end result.. As far as I am concerned I can't ignore the fact that our intelligence has failed totally to stop these unfortunate events, the bastards are exploding lives whenever and wherever they want..Our lives are literally at the mercy of these terrorists..
Fearless as you are, but can you claim that you are cent percent assured that something like that will not occur to you or your loved ones???????????
Anyways I have to board the local to thane tomorrow just like I did today for others parts of aamchi (hope MNS agrees) Mumbai..hope to see you soon
Thanks for your patient reading..
Tinu...

Is it possible??

Is it possible to wake up free tomorow, free from the pain and misery of not speaking, agony of hearing and bearing. Free from being pushed to the wall at the corner, free from that feeling that I am small, very small, a goddamn nobody who is alive yet not living, speaking yet not saying, laughing yet not happy.

26/07/2011