Speechless !

A random thought occurs...let me compile a list of quotes from the news, which would leave one speechless..

Today's quote is from IBN Live -

"Close terror cells in India: Pakistan parliament" -

http://ibnlive.in.com/news/close-terror-cells-in-india-pakistan-parliament/81303-2-single.html

Tell Me How...

Tell me how I should say it..

how do I make you understand..

You are the one, the only one..

That's the truth, and so let it be..


Why do I feel about you, the way I do..

Is something that I really don't know...

Perhaps, I like it when you smile..
..because I'd do things that would make you...
and feel happy about it in turn...

Perhaps its because I care about you, and
would hate to see you hurt..

Perhaps I want to protect you from this big bad world...
.......
.......

Perhaps its all of these...and some more..


Perhaps its love..maybe that's why...


Love is not what the movies may show..

It is not what the novels may write..

It is a feeling that no one can describe..

A mix of feeling complete..happy..content and at peace
with the world...

or... maybe... none of these...


This is all that I had to say...


...I Still don't how to tell you...

Let's hope things remain that way...

The Ride of the Pigeons - Hyderabad - with apologies to Mr. K.A.Abbas

The Pulp Fiction dialogue...

"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."

Museebatein Bata kar nahi aati...

A tongue in cheek look at an ad for an insurance company ..

1. Opening scenes establish that the lady of the house entering home sweet home, post a shopping expedition.

2. The lady calls out for her husband..and starts to panic when there's no response..(she has already confirmed his presence with the domestic help)

3. Lady walks out to see the husband sprawled on a deck chair...

4. Cut to lady---shocked expression --thinks that the worst has happened...

5. She walks up to the man, puts her hand on his shoulder-- VO says "Museebatein bata kar nahi aati" and the man wakes up startled from his sleep !! Truly..this Museebat did not inform him before she came [:D].

Crouching Tiger...ki mausi !

Seen from Nitin's balcony in Bombay -- a "Cat" rider !













" Don't Mess with me..."
















" Aati kya ? "
















" Nahi aati..to apun chala.."

Ghalib's Naqsh Fariyadi

Mirza Ghalib needs no introduction to followers of Urdu poetry. Reproduced below is one of his most difficult to understand (at least I felt so!) poem. The accompanying translation is credited to Dr. Sarfaraz K. Niazi. The beauty of the poem is in its nuances, so if you do read, read it more than once, and I am sure you will discover more than one meaning in this great work...

Enjoy...

The poem-
Naqsh faryaadi hai kiski shaukhi-e tehreer ka
Kagazi hai pairahan har paikar-e tasveer ka

Kaay-kaay-e-sakht-janeeha-e tanhai na poochh
Subha karna shaam ka lana hai juu-e-sheer ka

Jazbah-e-bey-ikhtiyaar-e shouk deykha chahiye
Sinah-e shamseer sey baahar hai dum shamsheer ka

Aagahee daam-e shunidan jis qadar chaahey bichhaaye
Mudad aa anka hai apney aalam-e takreer ka

Baski hoon Ghalib aseeri mein bhi aatish zer-e pa
Muu-e aatish-deedah hai halkah meri zanjeer ka.

and the translation...

Naqsh faryadi hai kis ki shokhi-e tahrir ka
kaghazi hai pairahan her paikar-e tasvir ka

Against whose playful writing are the words complainants?
Made of paper is the attire of the countenance of every image.



[naqsh: mark, word; faryadi: pleader, crier; shokh: playful, mischievous; kaghaz: paper; tahrlr. writing; pairahan: attire, clothes; paikar: face, countenance, figure, mould, model, form, portrait, likeliness, an idol-temple; tasvir: forming, fashioning, painting, limning, picture, image, effigy, likeness, sketch, drawing.]

This opening verse of Ghalib's Urdu ghazal divan is critical of God in a rather unusual manner—with an element of surprise! In it, Ghalib alludes to God's neglect and obliviousness towards us. "Whose mischief was it to create this Universe?" the first line asks in a rather perplexed manner. This would have been a straightforward ode to the Lord if in the first verse the poet had not raised the question, "who has done it?" but instead stated, "He did it." This would have been in line with the tradition of making the first verse an ode to the Lord. This is followed by a description of the sheer helplessness of humankind— all that is visible (or corporeal) in the Universe is clad in "paper dress," as if pleading or bowing before the Lord in awe. This construction of "pleading in paper attire" is drawn from an old Persian tradition in which the men would enter the courts of their kings wearing clothing made of paper in order to display their humility. In this sense, Ghalib implies that we stand before God in a similarly humbled (not humble) way. Another literary support to the construction of paper attire comes from the word "candidate," derived from Latin and means someone who is presenting his or her credentials wearing "white" attire.

In Ghalib's own words, this verse illustrates that the existence of man itself is the reason for his sorrow and despair. In the first line, Ghalib talks about the Universe as if it were a thoughtless creation, a careless stroke of a pen, an undesirable graffiti, wherein each "word" of that "graffiti" ponders the purpose for its creation. If the end were sorrow and grievance, then what was the need to create us? In the second line, Ghalib talks about everything in the Universe being "wrapped in paper". This draws a beautiful correlation between God's writing and God's creation of humanity — the humility of paper dress and the humility of the written word (i.e., our being) on the paper (i.e., this world) are in a sense synonymous. (Note: paper is also impermanent; writing on paper as opposed to carving on stone is displayed here as a source of its impermanence.) In the first line, there is a plea to know the cause for this injustice while the second line expresses the extreme insignificance of human existence. (In the Bible there is a famous quote that reads, "God's ways are not our ways", meaning, we cannot understand the sense of this senselessness, this suffering.) It is clear that this verse is more ironic than claiming man's position in the Universe; even while Ghalib questions, "who has done it," he leaves room for us to ponder that perhaps it was God?

kavkav-e sakht jani hai tanhai, na(h) puchh
subh karna sham ka, lana hai ju-e shir ka

Inquire not of my forebearance to the incessant hammering in the loneliness.
Turning night into day is like unearthing a channel of milk.

[kavkav: continuous beating of hard stone with a sharp object; sakht jani hai: ability to bear extreme agony—expressed as surviving the state of extreme commotion and agitation; ju-e shir: channel of milk. (Referring to the legendary lover farhad's digging the channel of milk out of the mountain for King Khusrao, as a condition of having his wife, Shirin. ]

The deeply inflicted pain of being away from the beloved, spending lonely nights without her, is no less formidable than digging out a channel of milk, as the legendary hero, Farhad did. The poet asserts that in the path of love, one has to be just as dedicated, tough, and forbearing. While Farhad did this only once, the poet suffers daily, belittling the efforts of the legendary lover and magnifying the pain of the nights of separation. Here, Ghalib compares the intensity of his passion and desire with the legendary lover, Farhad. In this way, he implies that the severity of his pain is on par with the intensity of the lover's. While the pain of Farhad's work was physical, the poet's agony is mental or spiritual in nature. In both instances, however, extreme resilience is needed to survive. Note how the poet makes a play on words using continuous tapping as if with a sharp object. It is almost like the mountain digger was digging, hardening the heart like a callous by the tapping.

jazb'a(h)-e be ikhtiar-e shauq dekha chahiye
sin'a(h)-e shamshir se bahar hai dam shamshir ka

Worth seeing is the spirit of my uncontrollable desire,
Causing the edge of the sword to unfurl from its sheath.

[dam: breath; dam-e shamshir: edge of sword.]

My desire to sacrifice myself is so intense that the sword edge has come out of its casing. The sword finds me so ripe for sacrifice that it cannot control itself to grant me my wish. The expulsion of breath further symbolizes an expression of extreme desire to act.

agahi dam-e shanidan jis qadar chdhe bichhae
muddaa unqa hai apne 'alam-e taqrir ka

No matter how awareness spreads its nets of hearing,
The meaning is the nonexistent bird in the style of my expression.

[agahi: awareness; dam: net; shanidan: to hear, listen, or attend to; muddaa: whatever is meant; unqa: legendary bird that does not exist (ala Unicorn). ]

No matter how hard one tries to understand Ghalib's verses, they shall remain unfathomable; trying to understand them is like catching a bird that does not exist. The net of reasoning and intelligence cannot catch my thoughts. Ghalib was oft blamed for adducing complex thoughts. He openly admits that it is difficult, even for a genius, to understand the true meaning of his verses.

baske hun Ghalib asiri men bhi atish zer pa
mue atish dida(h) hai halqa(h) meri zanjir ka

Whereas, even in bondage, there is fire under my feet, Ghalib,
The chains that bind me are merely curls of singed hair.

[baske: whereas; atish zer pa: impatient, cinders (fire) under feet; mue atish: heat-damaged hair (not burned), hair, singed, fragile; halqa(h): ring.]

O' Ghalib, even in bondage I am so impassioned that the links of the chain tying me down are like curls of singed, fragile hair. The complexity of the verse depends on "fire" and "singed hair." Having reached my ultimate desire of surrendering to you, I am impatient for the pain of suffering. The heat of my desire and passion has weakened the rings of the chain, allowing me imminent freedom to begin suffering this pain again. The images of fire beneath the feet (an illustration of impatience and passion) and the curls of damaged hair (not burned) so close to "fire" are remarkable. Impatience, bondage, chain-links, fire, singed hair — all parts of a very complex visualization. The personality of the lover who does not long for bondage, who is a free soul, is eloquently expressed here.

By Mirza Ghalib
Translated by: Dr Sarfaraz K. Niazi

Movie Review-Dhamaal

Dhamaal- AVOID at all costs !

A mish mash of scenes copied from Johnny English, Mr.Bean, Road Trip and a whole lot of other movies makes Dhamaal watchable only for purposes of sheer trivia...and the name of the game is Guess the Original!

A story that takes ages to be introduced, some painful acting by Javed Jaffrey in a Bean-esque role, some more overacting by all the others, painful music by Adnan Sami, jokes that were two decades old with no punchlines,a landlady whose Punjabi accent disappears in half a scene..I cannot go on...a crap-all of the worst kind..it was so enervating that I decided to walk out mid way, despite having thought earlier that I should wait until the interval, and give it a chance to improve...

Please do watch the movie if -
i) you have nothing better to do
ii) and it is on TV.

Do not waste time and money on it, if you have seen the others..given that my friends and I were the only people not laughing in the hall, I would solely blame our over-exposure to Hollywood as the reason why we could see the originals before the jokes were delivered.

Its a labour even writing a review of such a bad movie...I quit !

and this is what the batch had to say in reply !

BATCHSPEAK

What do we say about a person who is creating a BCG matrix for the yearbook??? The ***HUMAN GOOGLE** of our NMIMS, his fundaas and logics will leave many a spellbound. Self proclaimed PJ king of the batch, in reality his jokes can stop laughter. Future author of the book “1000 things NOT to do when talking to girls.” Is actually a test subject for the research “Things not to eat when boozing”. Can puke at will. Many auto drivers between college and his residence will vouch for it. An extremely knowledgeable person, a fantastic confidant, he is also the quintessential over-enthu guy, also a slogger who works real hard. His uncanny knack to strive under pressure always brings out the best in him. He has the gumption to triumph over his adversities and come out stronger. A nice and a genuine person to know and a friend for keeps.He came, he tried and he changed. Himself, is what we mean here. He worked, then he wanted to work, and finally he learnt..

MBA ke side effects !

This was something that I created for the year book, but it was not selected due to "space constraints"..so here it is , for the rest of the world to admire ! :P

PS: The anthem here refers to that great musical composition called the NMIMS anthem !

On Eklavya..

Eklavya, by Mr.Vidhu Vinod Chopra, is perhaps a movie ahead of its time. The movie explores the concept of "Dharma" , using the legend of Eklavya as an underlying theme.

In the original version, the young archer chops off the thumb of his right hand as Gurudakshina, thus ensuring Arjun's place at the top in the Archery Hall of Fame. To put it in the words of the royal guard, played by Mr.Bachchan - "Khoon bhi nikla, dard bhi hua".

The movie begins with Mr.Bachchan narrating this story to a young Saif, who questions the logic behind Eklavya's decision, and maintains that he should have given the finger to Dronacharya..though not quite literally !

The movie then goes on to tell the audience that Saif ( Prince Harshvardhan) and Raima Sen (Nandini), who plays his sister, were actually fathered by Eklavya, and not Sharmila Tagore's(the queen) husband, Boman Irani(Rana). This fact has been haunting the impotent Rana's existence since a while, and it manifests itself finally on the queen's ( sharmila's) deathbead, when he throttles her. Sharmila's constant recollection of Eklavya during her ailment is actually the trigger that lights the fuse to his explosive temper. After all, the poor man was trying to read her a Shakespeare sonnet, while she was going on and on about Eklyava !!

Saif learns the truth about his parentage in a letter from his mother. One of the sentences in the letter talks about using your intelligence to determine what Dharma actually is. This is the cue that teasingly suggests the actual implications of the movie.

The movie then takes off and shows the dilemmas faced by Saif and how he interprets his Dharma and fulfils the promise made to his mother, and how his interpretation is at odds with the one pursued by his father, Eklavya, who believes in the Dharma assigned to him on the death of his father. The last few scenes of the movie - the Saif and Mr.Bachchan encounter- superbly highlights the conflict between the two perspectives.

The plot at first may seem to be a trifle too simple, and one may feel that it was not worth such an effort, but the truth as I made it out to be, was that Eklavya actually illustrates this dilemma quite beautifully. At its heart is the conflict between ideology and pragmatism - the dilemma of doing what is said to be "right/correct" and what one may judge/feel to be right given the context of the situation- and the choice of using Eklavya as a particular metaphor to highlight this struggle is an inspired choice. Mr. Chopra is of course, a master of the visual art, and the movie has been shot in a poetically beautiful manner.

The best thing about the movie that I found out was that it grew upon me. I hated it when in the hall, but after I went back home and actually thought hard about what the movie was all about, I was floored ! It was like a slow acting drink...and the high was so amazing that I still am trying to get over it !

I would not recommend this film to people in the age group of 15-25, simply because the nuances are so many and so delicate, that they may not be fully appreciated by them. Also, if you expect to see a movie of a typical Bachchan performance, then you will be disappointed..so please avoid. However, if you are in the mood for some serious thinking, then the movie will be a virtual all you can eat food for thought banquet ! Yes, you may end up feeling that the actors were not actually made to deliver their full potential, but the restraint in the performances is probably one that is demanded for by the script itself, so not much fault can be found there too.

Hats off to Mr.Chopra ! This is surely a movie that I will see more than than once !

MBA = Mediocre But Arrogant

Mediocre But Arrogant - The Story of a B School...

How often does it happen that you read a book and identify with its setup...its plot..and you start to see its characters in the people around you ? Not very, would be my guess..well..Mediocre But Arrogant was one such book where this did happen...and is still happening on a basis that is frequent enough to make me write this...

While Chetan Bhagat's five point someone was a kind of insider's view of life at an IIT - with broad echoes across all engineering college campuses ( a pet theory, since it was pretty much so in my case !) - M.B.A is the extension of a similar concept, applied to a B School. Only in this case, the author claims that he is not similar to the character, and the work is mainly fiction, not autobiographical... I dunno...I think I have a pet theory for this too...its like...when you start writing..you think you have an idea of what you are going to do..and more importantly, how you are going to do it...but somewhere down the line..probably near the halfway line..you are no longer the one who is writing the book ( blog in my case)...the book makes you write itself...and you always feel good about the end product because it has come from the heart...so perhaps, this has been the case here too....and has resulted in the form of a superb take on life in a B School..with its degree's initials signifying what its graduates are like in real life...

M B A is set in a fictitious Management Institute of Jamshedpur..a thinly disguised XLRI ( the author's Alma Mater) and its protagonist is a guy who happens to be called Abbey. The book describes Abbey's wide and varied adventures, his batchmates, with their peculiar set of characteristics ( these are the ones that don't leave me..I see them in my batchmates too)...his constant feeling of being mediocre, but arrogant at the same time..and his sense of directionlessness ( I hope I didn't invent this word !!) - how he feels that MBA is merely a stamp - a "thappa" - that one needs in order to be able to command ridiculous salaries and fancy designations - issues which remain as alive and kicking as they were in good ole 1982. It also describes his experiences at his summer job, the joys and heartbreaks of the placement process...something that I will be part of in 6 months...and..like Abbey..I still don't know why I am here...


I know the book is trying to say something to me...but I have not been able to figure out what....

Go ahead and read it guys...and let me know what you think...

Timepass..

More of the same thing !!

My blogger code: B3 d- t- k s u-- f- i o x e- l c- (decode it!)

A twist in the tale...

Something I dug up from the archives....



I have realised it...I am in love...the very thought makes me go feel so happy that I can't describe it...its been what..like six months now..and with every passing day, my love for her increases..I just can't imagine what my life would be without her...


As I look at her silhoutted frame in the doorway, I can feel my heartbeat increase..the blood rushes..the breath quickens..the eyes sparkle..and when I hold her hands...its the best feeling in the world...its very comforting to know that she's always there..even the thought of parting from her makes me feel so bad..but I know that this cannot last for long..sooner or later she and I will go our separate ways...but I make sure that we spend a lot of time together to make up for when we won't be together...I'll remember the long drives that we've been on to.. and that is just a very small part of the memories of the times we have spent together...I know I love her very much..but its a shame that I'll never be able to find out how she feels..because she doesn't have the gift of speech....

before you start feeling sorry for me.....





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she's my motorcycle..the CBZ!!!
who says bikes should be definitely male??!!!!
I like them the way they are!!!

The Woman, The Girl....

Responsible.. Adventurous...
Calm..........Excitable..
Mature...Childish..
Formal.....Casual...
Serious....funny...
dearest friend....deadliest enemy....
Caring......spiteful....
philosophical.....rebellious....

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I want to grow old with you..............and add many more lines to the above...............

In protest of globalisation...

For want of a better title, I choose to call it this way..but in a way, I somewhat resent the onward march that resurgent India is making towards a truly global economy, and at the risk of sounding like a fuddy duddy, I endeavour to elucidate upon the reasons why I feel that way..

As all economics students would probably be well aware, globalisation brings with it certain benefits - namely greater choices, newer and better products, more employment and the usual foreign exchange increase et al. India, as we are constantly being told by different experts, is currently reaping great benefits from this phenomenon, and is poised to achieve much more in the not so distant future if Goldamn Sachs and their BRICS report is to be believed.

However, something that the Goldman Sachs of the world have probably not looked at is the impact of these global forces on local culture and heritage - and by heritage I mean heritage with regard to cuisine, culture, language and the works. The beginnings of this argument happened after I went back to my hometown, good old Lucknow, post a four month interval.

I believe that every city in the world has something that gives it a flavour, its own experience...you call it soul if you like..and same is the case with Lucknow. It is an old world kind of place..at least it was when I was at school -- which itself was a hundred and fifty years old in
1994 -- Lucknow to me was the best place in the whole world - still is - but a look at some latest developments did not quite gladden my heart with joy .

With the retail revolution spreading like wildfire across the country, it would have been indeed a formidable achievement for Lucknow to have held out against it for long. So we saw the development of Wave, the first multiplex and mall. And that, as they say, was the last straw..things took off at break neck speed since then.

Ganj, the main market is still pretty much the same...however, it does have stiff competition in the form of the newly built Sahara Mall. Like all its counterparts, this one too follows the tradition of a cinema multiplex and hordes of shops, with glitzy displays that entice you to reach for your purse and shell out the premium price commanded by the different brands. But..wait a minute..doesn't this mall look like all the other malls that I have seen across the country..let me see..Gurgaon, Ghaziabad, New Delhi, Kolkata, Bangalore, Pune, Mumbai ....hey..all of a sudden,
there seems to be a boring similarity between these places...and isn't that strange that wherever you go..people say..hey let's go check out the mall..reason for that being pretty straightforward -- the old relics have always been there..its this new toy, the new attraction, that is the happening place..consequently, the energy and enthusiasm for the same...

Having realised this, I suddenly had a dark premonition...would this relentless drive towards progress lead to the erosion of our own cultural heritage...and after a pause, I thought, Am I overreacting ? After all, there was Mumbai - the great cosmopolis, which exhibited tremendous
diversity, taking all these things in stride and still thrived..and Indian culture was always well known for adapting to and evolving from the different injections of culture that happened to it over a long span of time..so was this fear unfounded ?

I am still to ascertain, but I don't feel too confident..Mumbai was always a metropolis...a look at the CST makes you think that the British were looking hundred years into the future when they made it...Mumbai's cultural ecosystem is vastly different from the rest of the nation..it
moves to a different rhythm altogether..whereas a place like Lucknow was a pretty stable and constant kind of town, where unchanging, everlasting things were kind of reassuring in a strange way, and every drastic change, like the closure of the Mayfair Cinema, the British Council Library and even Kwality Restaurant was lamented with grief by your's truly...and now..right next to the Mayfair Building stands a gleaming new glass fronted building, which is of course, pretty incongruous with its British era cream and pink counterparts...soon it will be occupied with different shops, and Ganjing will no longer be the same...so won't the coming generation miss out on something that we enjoyed greatly ? Will they ever get to know the fun of shopping at Love Lane ? I don't know...and I am full of despair...

So my contention..globalisation implemented with irrational exuberance will wreak havoc with traditional cultural ecosystems..and the faster we would want to embrace it, we should also be equally keen to retain what constitutes our individuality...otherwise all cities will look and feel the same..and travelling will not be fun anymore..

Long time, no blog...
Well..it is encouraging to see that people do find the time to read the gyaan that I usually end up spewing online... :) A big Thank You to you guys ! Makes me want to write more [ dunno whether that is good or bad :) ]

Summer internship has been a pretty sad kind of experience so far...a lot of fights with the management have added some spice, and all of us are now forever thinking of new ways to have some fun...Considering that we are getting merely 7 000 bucks as stipend for two months' training, I think we are entitled to some fun at least.. ;)

Hmm...now getting on to Brother Jormund's request.... trying to enumerate 10 things would indeed turn out to be a difficult exercise...but I must try with gusto...so here we go..

1. The Internet...no doubts about this one -- considering the amount of time I spend surfing, I think I would be pretty much clueless without it

2. Books -- have always been there, and will always be there for me, and vice versa...

3. Music -- nothing to say..only hear...

4. Motorcycles -- especially my friend's Thunderbird -- the perfect vehicle for the perfect getaway..

5. Cinema -- I have soooooooooo much left to see !!

6. Food -- Well cooked, tasty food..made with love of course...makes my day anytime !

7. Smirnoff -- the vodka -- ...glug..glug..glug....

8. Quizzing -- gives me a high better than anything else -- including the above Smirnoff !

9. Photography -- looking for different perspectives ...is exciting and challenging at the same time..

10. Cricket !!!!



I think these would pretty much some it up for now...I would loved to have added travelling and adventure sports, but I haven't done these too much...would definitely want to do some bungee jumping !!

Will post something gloomy pretty soon...some ideas are on the backburner !!

PS : I would surely have added my girlfriend's name to the top of the list...but unfortunately ( or fortunately ? ) ..I am still looking for her !!

The Dark Side of the mind...........

The past 10 days have been characterised by a singular feeling of disenchantment, disillusion and general sceptism..so what, pray, would be the reasons for the same ? ...

Well...
There are many...
One is the frustration that has come about as a result of existing in a system that is concerned about quantity...my great MBA institute is adding more courses by the day, with scarce regard to educational considerations... as it is, the value addition provided by this course is limited only to presentation skills, and then, topping it off with a slew of other mindless courses is actually the icing on the cake...people never knew why they came here...and now we are going to have more of that...how and why do commercial considerations become so important that they start to drive the future of educational institutions is a great mystery, and I don't think I will be able to find the answer to this one....


Another great fount of despair gushes forth...and this time, it owes its origin to the observation that all people everywhere suffer from one great basic need - and no, it is not hunger or sex...it is the need of being listened to.....everyone is looking for that someone who will be the one person who listens to what they have to say....and this reality just burst upon me like a bright Catherine wheel on a moonless night...
....One night..and a friend and I were sitting at the beach...having beer and a general discussion on how things change between friends et cetera et cetera....when my friend says something to a guy standing nearby...I don't know what he said..but that guy comes and sits down beside us....the warning bells in my head start to go off at full speed....but this guy is also drunk, like us...and he tells us that he is not having a good time...he does not have a job...and we reassure him that it will not last forever...that one has to have patience, and faith , that someone up there is watching, and will get us out of the spot...the poor chap apparently felt reassured and probably happy after we had stopped talking..so he went back to his friends and got us a bottle of beer seeing that we did not have any.....

Well..this incident occurs almost everyday with me...I give a patient hearing to peoples' issues...I tell them the way to go, the road to choose....but where do I go when its my turn ?? Who do I talk to ? Who will dispel my doubts and fears ? Who will tell me that it's ok..things will all be for the better...Sadly..the answer to all these questions is - Nobody...and...the best part is...after a few minutes of feeling helpless and lonely..I realise that the only person who will help me is my own self...so I give myself a stroke...and go back to living..until it is time for the next moment of despair...

The Mumbai Flood - Part II

Midnight, and a guy ( 6'3 - no one else could because the water was around 5 and a half feet) comes in, says school children were rescued by NM students and are being kept in the classes.Now the guys needed torches to keep the children from panicking in the dark.
There is some bad news too. Three guys from DJ Sanghvi, SVKM's Engg college- have died in their car which was stranded in the water...A few torches are collected, and off he goes into the darkness again.

Somehow we manage to pass the night,and greet the morning with fresh hopes..but its not the end yet, there is still a lot more to happen..

Morning brings with it the sight of a flooded lane - a Bajaj Pulsar is immersed upto its petrol tank - two sewer rats are jumping about on an auto's roof - a guy is actually swimming in that water
( !! Yikes !!) - and more rain ...it seems like we're stuck for another day . Some good news follows - the mess guy manages to get a stove running and we are getting poha for breakfast ! wow !

After a hearty meal of poha and being tired from the lack of sleep, some guys wander off and try to catch up on it. Meanwhile, guys have started to come back from the college - they tell us of the children who were rescued and their parents who came to take them home, but got stuck in the rain - actor Sachin Khedekar too was among one of the parents- but he luckily found his children quickly and went back. Our college guys went around in the water asking for food, the SVKM also sent them food somehow - the entire faculty was in the college all of Tuesday night - by morning, all except 12 children had been claimed.

Seniors helped us out in the food and water department by sending packets of Maggi, biscuits (unknown to us in the hostel, some parts of Juhu were already up and running by then), bisleri bottles taken after forcing a stranded truck- hope begins to glimmer again !

Slowly, ever so slowly, it seems that the water level is receding - yes - I can see more of the bike's fuel tank - after an hour - the tip of its front mud guard - after another two hours - the front wheel !! yahoo !! The water is indeed going down. Mercifully, the rain has also stopped.
Raghu, a friend who stays in a PG nearby, stayed overnight in the hostel because his room was half filled with water - is anxious to go and check his stuff out. We leave the hostel, wading in knee deep (thankfully !) water, and are surprised by what we see ahead - the ganda nala water mixing up with the standing rain water - and - dry land up ahead ! Also seen on the road are stranded cars- a Merc too - the entrails of a dead animal (ugghh ) and after a dry stretch - some more water. The road to Raghu's room is logged with 2 ft high water - but by now, that's a walk in the (water) park for us!

We reach his room to see the marks left behind by the water - they are slightly higher than the Kinetic parked there.Chaos greets us inside the room - shoes are floating , the room stinks and it seems like a lot of stuff has been lost - Thankfully Raghu's landlady had removed most of the stuff that was lying around, so its not a total loss any way. We now proceed to the cupboard - water has spoilt his Sony discman and some other electronics goods - but mercifully his original certificates are intact!

A quick review of the situation, a little inquiry from the landlady - and of course -
keeping the ganda naala and the dead animal in mind - we conclude that we should get of Juhu as soon as possible - because the conditions are ripe for the spread of an epidemic. Unfortunately, news about road and rail transport is sketchy- but we decide to take a gamble. Raghu picks up some clothes, and we head back to hostel.

Back in the hostel, and we realise that all the other guys have come to the same conclusion - the sight of an overflowing 'tabela' just behind the hostel has made them realise that disease is not far away. Some one says that he has spoken with some faculty members and has learnt that college will be closed until Monday.A mighty roar erupts from the guys, and all of them start to make plans of going home...I have not been able to contact my uncle till then, so I think of tagging along with Raghu and Hari, who are going to Pune. We pack our clothes in a jiffy, and move out of the hostel,having no idea of where to go and how. A cop at the next intersection tells us to go to the highway, where we may get a bus to Poona ...any how , after many trials and tribulations, we find out that we cant go to Pune because the road is closed..Hari suggests we check into a hotel room in Bandra...we catch an auto..realising that we dont have any cash, we try to access an ATM - but no luck - all are down - finally, we manage to find one that works !

Traffic is slow, and I see some amazing things on the road . Citizens are helping to direct traffic, ladies are serving coffe and biscuits to people who have been stranded on the road since the past twenty four hours ...never have I seen something like that..that is Bombay for you ! wow ! I silently raise my hat to those people, amazed at their spirit !

Bandra brings us some bad news. After having roamed around for some time, we find that all rooms and all hotels are booked...but wait...there's a room in a hotel in Khar which will be vacant in half an hour...but its price is um..pretty steep...even after pooling our resources, it is a big deal for all of us...nevertheless, putting pathar on our hearts, we agree ..and spend a comfortable night there...

Next morning - a hot shower and a shave later - I try to switch on my mobile - and mercifully - it works !! I silently thank God...he's saved me from another financial disaster...and sms my cousin..she replies back and tells me that everything is fine, and that I can come back home !

Whew ! I heave a sigh of relief ! Quickly go to Khar road station - board the local to Dadar - take a taxi to Sion - take an auto to Chembur - one hour and 80 rupees later, I am home !! Pig out on the toasts made by chachi, and hit the sack like I havent slept in two days ! Thank god - The adventure is over !!

PS : Hrithik Roshan lives just across the girls hostel - he was kind enough to carry two girls across the water and into the hostel when they got stranded ! Cheers to Hrithik for that -- Guess the girls will talk about it for the rest of their lives !!

Mumbai Impressions

Mumbai...

Suketu Mehta's Maximum City....Shantaram's playground.. home to sixteen million people.."twice the size of NY " according to Rudi Guiliani- ...glamourous yet dishevelled..rich yet poor...aloof and still friendly...the city of never ending contrasts... that is Mumbai for you...

Several images of Mumbai abound in the mind..but some of the more enduring ones are --

The mad rush in the local train at 8:00 a.m and the rush at Bade Mian's joint at 2:00 a.m..boy..this city tells you how to work hard, and play harder ...In fact, the manner in which a Mumbaikar plans his leisure hours seems to be as systematic as his approach to work...which itself is an irony !
..active until the wee hours...one can find an auto at any time of the night...and not think twice before stepping in..in fact..if the auto guys see three four guys standing together at night when the streets are empty, they stop and ask if you need a ride !


The slums ..they really are as bad as they appear on TV...one of the first sights that greets the eye when the plane is touching down - not quite recommended for sore ones - the slums have grown to an extent that they now encraoch upon the airport land...


The food...is mostly sad...really ...The Chinese Dosa, the extreme example of India China friendship - Hindi - Chini bhai bhai I guess -- noodles stuffed into the Dosa..!! The Vada Pao Dosa..as if the Vada Pao was not bad enough..Yikes...Similar such culinary monstroities abound and flourish under the guise of innovations..and one is best advised to steer clear of anything that purports itself to be one...the strange part is that people actually like them..or perhaps they are too hard pressed for time to be choosy, so they eat anything..

Mani's lunch home - Matunga -- the closest one can get to authentic cuisine from the South...Cooper Hospital mess - my daily sustenance..

The people -- Fight Club's single serving friends -- abound here -- as long as they have the time to spare, the people here are very nice..not rude, listen patiently...yeah..there are some who insist on speaking Marathi...but then one can always cajole them to speak Hindi anyway..one lasting impression that I will never forget -- Post July 26/7 when the city was submerged under 944 mm of rainfall in one day...ordinary citizens in Bandra - were directing traffic..ladies were giving food, water and coffee to motorists stranded on the road...it was really an inspiring sight..one definitely recommended for the sore ones !

I think I 'd better rein in my enthusiasm before it runs away with me :-) ...more in the next communication...an unusual experience at the beach