My Immaculate Dream

Have I ever been maudlin? Did someone make me maudlin about someone? Did anyone make my sight nebulous? Well what I am writing here is idiosyncratic.
It was just a fatal attraction which was holding me really fast. Beauty which was, ineluctable. The first time when I met, for me it was an enigma of whether it is an encounter with an entity or a paragon of God? An individual, who is not bourgeois but hates bouillon,. A simple but an ambitious entity. Embedded with Anger which is virulent and something which can obliterate anything on the way, and can repudiate anyone in the next second.

As a child to the Parents , the child has been given by God a scourge , which could have led to a secession , but then it has never been a withdrawal , though there are revulsion, which is inevitable in the present case, the feelings have been an abysmal of emotions, but still no sign of renunciation. In this case the child is just an Amazon.

A thaumaturgist, because of the entity theosophy, with a voice like timbre, for me everything is immaculate about that entity. With stamina indefatigable, there are times when the entity has been really iniquitous though innocuous. Anyone would be forced to genuflect in front of that Entity. A breath which is Aromatic and an attitude which is assiduous. Whenever that Entity is around its all so concurrent. Everything around seems so disputatious, but docile.

Well this is all I can say about the Individual. My vocab for adjectives end here. I just hate to be estranged from that entity.

Is the Pen Still Mightier than Sword?

A loosing battle! A Prez, loosing his grip. A war veteran! What all I cannot say about this person? An idea in the mind, a thought in the brain, love on the tongue, and weapons in the arm. I am talking about the person who has created a history between lines. A line drawn parallel between two words: Control and Fire. But still, only a word comes in my mind when I think of this person Aboriginal. After many abortive attempts to take into the possession of the area further behind the Line of Control, the president comes to the other side with Line of Fire. Its very arduous to be on the side of either of the people , every one is diplomatic now days, but then , what you once portray , it remains in you , and the truth once out can never be hidden. There maybe hundred of counters to the particular truth, and even though the truth maybe a lie in itself, but then it may and will always pave a way open for the other truths which until now were unknown and hidden. These were the ones which never thought about, leave apart being open to the ‘erthzens (my slang for residents of Earth including animal). Coming to the latest to be Best Seller, to be maybe the most Argued and Debated book on the various topics oh, topic concerned to the most 'contra topics of the Decade, this book is here to stay and create a history. More than an Autobiography I believe this book to be a debate among the world's one of the most powerful and the controversial countries of all times.
Let me take an excerpt from the famous newspaper of our times:
"General Musharraf readily accepted our invitation and came to Delhi. But at Agra, during our talks, he took a stand that the violence that was taking place in Jammu and Kashmir could not be described as 'terrorism'. He continued to claim that the bloodshed in the state was nothing but the people's battle for freedom," Vajpayee said.

"At the 2001 Agra summit, I told Vajpayee bluntly that there seems to be someone above the two of us who had the power to overrule us. I also said that today both of use had been humiliated. He sat there, speechless"

Well, did he? Whatever must have been the scenario, Vajpayeeji and the General knows, and to strengthen the statement of the general, Vajpayeeji never cross questioned this in his latest backlash to the president. What the point here is that, is India still trying to be under pressure? Was it justified of Vajpayee not to comment on this when this was portrayed forward by the General? On the counter it was said by the so called ,one of the to be thought most powerful leader of the Indian post Independence Era, that it was 'Fight of Freedom' as portrayed then by the general. But why was it not put out then? Does the citizens of the country not supposed to know by its elected Government the reason for the failure, rather than , the same being brought up by a demagogue (as thought by a million ) in a strident and minatory way.

Well looking at the excepts of the book published in many places of the web, it has shown that though in this age , wars are fought through Nukes etc, today a debate can still be picked up with a pen . What it shows is that India still today is not autonomous, it is being continuously being governed by somebody and that some body is nothing by Money and Egoism and the Governing party here is corruption and ego. This may look something out of context, but then why I would like to get this up here, if we get a chance to look up at a particular page , in the book , where the General tries to Blame the most powerful agency of the world, it has cross fired and have even asked the general to change the required lines or words, on the contrary when half of the book may have been lashed against a nation like India, people here would be sitting in their cozy chairs in the good to be coming winters and praise the either of the two countries after reading the book. Some fledging reviewers may give their views but those would be long forgotten and discarded the same very day.
What I am trying here is not to be choleric, but I want to bring out the crass nature of the writer of the book, where in the issue of Kashmir, which has been in the Climactic issue since over a long time, and deciduous for the neighboring country, has been tried to be pulled ahead again, in a very fallacious manner.

P.S I hate to be a Connoisseur

Eklavya Cuts the Head of DronaCharya

"Gurur Brahma Gurur Vishnu Guru Devo Maheswara;Gurur Sakshat Para Brahma Thasmai Sri Gurave Namaha Have we heard of this somewhere. This was my Sloka in my Sanskrit book when I was in my class VI or VII, though i dont remember this exactly. How many of us have really respected their teachers and how many teachers have really respected their students. People will obviously be amazed as to why do we want the Teachers to Respect their Students? Well today a teacher would argue that its tough to get a student life Eklavya.Eklavya ! Who is this Dude? Ok let me take you back thousand of eras back . I dont know how many of you have heard of Mahabharata,a small introduction though is sufficient : "The Mahābhārata (Devanagari: महाभारत), is one of the two major Sanskrit epics of ancient India, the other being the Rāmāyana. With more than 74,000 verses, plus long prose passages, or some 1.8 million words in total, it is the longest epic poems in the world." - source Wiki. There was a battle fought between the brothers, some justify it as a Battle Between Right and Wrong, and I would justify it as a Battle of Royalty and Kingdom.The two brothers were known as Pandavas and Kauravas, both taught by the greatest Guru (some over speculate this ) , Dronacharya . Eklavya, at that time was from the Lower class (mind you there were no reservations at that time for Backward Class ) , and being from a lower class he was refused to be taught by this famous Guru , and he somehow learned from him though unknown , again as mentioned in this famous Epic, all the learnings were from behind a tree, and since he confessed being taught by Dronacharya himself, dronacharya , asked for his Thumb as a part of GuruDakshina.Eklavya without hesitation cut his thumb.Eklavya at this time knew that without his thumb he can never use Bow and Arrow, and this was the thing which he had mastered, but it was all because of this Guru Request he without hesitation cut away his thumb.Ok , so that was more than an introduction.Coming back to the point , so teachers argue , that its tough to get a student like eklavya , and students argue that there are always thousand of teachers who are ready to ask for a thumb , or are ready to stand against their favourite pupil , for the loyalty to another , maybe greed or whatever. Though dont want to get much into it again , Arjuna was a Pandava, favourite student of Dronacharya,and Dronacharya fought against the Pandavas. Amazing isnt it ! I find it absurd. All these things are bygone days. Bygone days why ? People give various examples, of the past , mentioning that , students have always worshipped the Guru.Even i have mentioned about the same, but then again what about Pandavas killing Dronacharya, and even the hindu worshipped God, Krishna was behind them . So where did the things go wrong? Few days back , I was turning the pages of a Newspaper and saw a column where it was mentioned about few students manhandling few professors, and this resulting in the death of a professor.Yes , I am talking about , Prof H S Sabharwal, who died in Ujjain last week after being allegedly attacked by students. Is this more of a Student-Guru relation which people speculate or is it the play of the Power. This is though a debatable topic, I would definitely tild towards the play of Power here."
Well this is all I wrote a way back . And what is happening now ? Nothing. Where is the Media ? What about the people who were accused ?

A Strange Encounter with a Strange City

May - 1993
I just celebrated my 11th birthday. 2 months have passed, since i have had a strange encounter with a strange city known as BOMBAY. It was the 93' blasts, it was all over the news, and somehow I remembered my first cousins staying in this city. Bombay, which was till that time was not known to me as a Glamour City (to be worth mentioning here that I always thought that the film stars are all from Delhi). Well as I had scanned through the Newspaper, I was a bit shocked. Anyways, who was bothered, with my exams over, we had decided to go to Mumbai for our Vacations, to meet my first cousins. Well here it all started the affection, the attachment with this strange city. Boarding the second class compartment in the scorching heat, made me growl, but the site of the Wheelers (Indian Book Selling Stalls at the Railways Station) made my appetite for the brain (some weird, and real absurd people say I don’t have one), for some comics. This made me forgot the heat and i took the upper seat, forgetting the entire world around me, engrossed in an Enid Blyton Book.
Suddenly the train 'cooed its way, and i was fast asleep. Little did I realize I was about to fall in love at such a tender age with a city which has been a life line of India.

August - 2003
Again that was some where close to the blasts, what the hell? Anyways forgot that , just fresh after the wounds of my Girl Friend ditching me , I was here in this city for no purpose, though strange, I just loved this city , so decided to be here

February - 2004
Fanatically I have been calling my first cousin, to get me a project at any company in Mumbai; anyways i know he will get me one. Will he? God please help me, I need one, and it’s my career ‘ka sawaal’. I am on a train to Mumbai. I have a project. This was the time when I got to explore this city, was introduced to lots of things, this include Drugs etc, and really happy that I was a furlong away from all this. Did my projects have a job here at mumbai, and then suddenly everything went hay wired and is on a flight back to Bangalore. WHY???

Today - 2006
Nothing much happening....Is it!! Oh I have explored half of this dream city and amidst all the major ups and downs. The latest Mumbai Bomb Blast the recent one 7/11, this is still my dream and my favorite city. Roamed half the city 100's of times aimlessly wandering from one station to another, just trying to glimpse the life , visited the biggest shows of India to the biggest Slums of this Continent. Seen people slogging themselves, some earning lakh and then met some earning units. Leaned out of the fast moving trains, been squeezed between people in the trains, and trapped in fully crowded Bus. Walked on cleanest Beaches, which is still unknown to half of the mumbaites’. Chased thieves (No I am not a Police Man), stood in queues to give my blood, what all not, and I still Love this City. Been around those waterlogged areas, suffered the wrath of Shiv Sainiks, walking for few kilometers before I reached my home and I still love this city. Went to the Aazad Maidan, for shouting slogans against the Reservation System, felt a little scared, with police van standing a hand away, but still was confident about my love towards the city.
Why do I still Love this city? Just Check, my next blog…………