Archive | September, 2007


25 Sep

Never mistake intelligence and juxtaposing your opinion of what is intelligent as same things.

One is a fact, other just an assumption.


Mr. Richards

19 Sep

I don’t know how many of you have seen this ad and i don’t remember the product except that it is for some bike model from Hero Honda.

The ad shows this guy rejecting the job offer from some Mr. Richards.

While watching this ad I wished he had accepted the offer.

You need to watch the disdain and the non-chalance with which he tears the letter and just throws the litter on the street and zooms away and you can still see the little pieces of paper getting scattered around (probably screaming it’s not our fault, please throw us in the dustbin)

It would be good to get rid of junk like that from the country.

Black & White

19 Sep

Just wondering, black and white is supposedly a classic combination.

In sartorial sense, when you see a white guy dresssed in black he looks pretty neat but how come the reverse is not true.

Nothing is more hideous to see a dark indian dressed in surf washed white clothes.

I wonder.

Young men and Old boys

11 Sep

Men in their 30, 40 today behave, dress, think like teenagers. And feel proud of the fact.

It is an interesting phenomenon and requires some introspection.

I am going to suggest one theory, see if you find it interesting.

For any behaviour to become permanent it requires time. Only when your mind is in a steady state it becomes stable and is longer transient.

Till a decade back, couple of years here and there, men never had this stable state. Babies, then it was school time, then the pressure of college, immediately after college the struggle for a job, as soon as job was secured, it was marriage time, and within a year one had babies, then the babies turned young, struggle for their school, education, then career, marriage and before they realised they were grandfathers and a couple of years (again ignoring some years here and there) they were dead.

See the cycle again, no phase lasted longer than 3-4 years.

Against that today, there is a long gap after job before men move to the next challenge of life, and mind you I’m not talking about marriage.

They for a long time stay in the young,independent,financially stable, no responsibilty, hedonistic state of mind – The boy mindset.

The changed social mores have ensured that society will spiral down to more juvenile and frivolous mindset. This also means society would lose serious and mature thinkers, people who can help the world improve and evolve.

Naughtier minds, dangerous toys.

So yea old boy, drop that playstation, now don’t pick up that bazooka either, it’s time to grow up.


7 Sep

It happened such a long time back.

Like yesterday.

Gangaram wanted to die. He had lived once.

When Gangaram was young he had only one dream, to be a soldier.

He was born poor and was an orphan.

Rejected by his parents at birth.

It would have been so easy for him to embrace me. When nobody wanted him, I was there for him.

But he fought me from the beginning.

He hurt my ego.

Maybe to be a soldier was his destiny.

Gangaram, the foot soldier.

First in the line.

Challenging me, mocking me.

So close, still so far.

Always just beyond my reach.

It was not the time. I knew I will have him one day but never on that day.

He was never afraid of me.

Then a strange thing happened. We became friends.

We started riding together.

Other soldiers wanted to stand next to him on the battleground, he always came back.

He had new friends.

He was popular.

He was somebody.

He thought he was living.

But now he was scared of me.

I who was so close to him, his first enemy, his first friend.

This time he did not fight me.

He rejected me.

He had hurt me again.

Then one day fate dealt a cruel blow.

His lost his fighting arm.

His reason, his identity, his life.

If I was there I would have made it easier for him.

Soldiers want to die as soldiers.

He called me, he begged me.

Today he wanted me.

I refused to oblige the old friend.

Everyone doesn’t hope to live.

Some hope to die.

Gangaram. The proud Gangaram.

The soldier, now an object of pity.

I am cruel.

I am proud.

I wanted my revenge.

My revenge was to let him live.

We were again there from where we started.

We fought again and this time I won.

I waited till there was no life left in him.

I didn’t kill him, I killed his spirit.

He was born unwanted and he died unwanted.

The lonely flower

7 Sep

Flowers are not an entity but a concept.

An idea that transcends reality.

Flowers are a manifestation of what is normally hidden from us by nature.

They are the touch of lovers, they are lost memories, they are the joy of a child, they are the ecstasy of meeting & the sadness of leaving, and they are hope, desire, success, faith, love.

They give meaning to life and they are the meaning of life.

No one knows how he came into being in middle of nowhere.

But he was there resplendent in his colors.

Full of life, sure of his destiny.

But he was lonely.

He still wasn’t a flower.

He desired to be a flower and its meaning.

Desire is life’s biggest folly and strongest ally.

Days passed, weeks passed.

He knew he didn’t have much time.

He could sense me, feel me waiting patiently.

He would push himself a little higher, blush a little stronger.

Not yet, he would say.

One day he could see them.

The little brother and sister, jumping all over, playing while their father stood in a corner looking at them with indulgent eyes.

But he was too far away. They could not see him.

He tried to push himself from behind the stones.

Then they saw him and together ran towards him.

And together gleefully they blew away his drying petals.

He smiled and came in my arms.

Sometimes you live your life in a moment.