Friday, May 25, 2012

Is knowing all?

The other day, I was hanging out with a friend, enjoying road side pani puri. When we asked the vendor for water to wash our hands, he gave paper napkins and said," Madam water ka shortage hai, water costly, napkin cheap".

I was mildly taken aback. Does this fellow realise that what it takes to make make those paper napkins?
Does he know that substituting water with paper is going to make water still more costly? Man, one has to cut down trees to make paper, and that means deforestation which leads to less rain and hence lesser water!

But why am I expecting that poor illiterate to know all this geography and ecological science when I myself know all this but still use at least 10 paper napkins a day...

It is all about self realisation. Despite knowing everything, I act careless, indifferent. 
How does being knowledgeable help?

I do not mean to question anyone's responsibility but my own. 

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Mobile Discs in Hyderabad!!

Heard of mobile hospitals, mobile shops, mobile restaurants..?
Definitely, you must have.

Heard of a Mobile Discotheque? That too for as nominal an entry fee as Rs 5 per person? Yes, you get it, believe me, you do. Just that you go be a little brave.

Come to Hyderabad, the City of Nizams, the City of  Pearls, the City of Biryani, the City of Char Minar..
and for me, the City of Mobile Discotheques!

Wondering how? Tempted already?

The great Auto Rickshaws of Hyderabad.
Each time I get into an auto, the Anna tries his best to give a city-best disc experience, but as I said, "you got to be brave" is the criteria here, like the way they have in the "stationary" discotheques, that you have to have a partner with you.
I am a mere kitten-heart girl. All the while, I keep my fingers crossed, that I will reach my destination with a damage free body.

Let me describe one of my such unwanted experiences.
I stood at an auto stand looking for a shared auto. In no time, there came one..zzzuuuuuuunnnnnn! Like  an aeroplane landing.. I was almost blown away..
Out popped the auto driver's head.. negotiated the fare and I plopped into the aircraft..errr...the auto rickshaw.

All of a sudden a deafening sound came, which made me feel for an instant that it was a bomb blast!
The Auto wallah had switched on the radio :-/

It was "Sheila ki jawani", at the highest volume the instrument could support. In no time, I felt like I am drowning in a sea..not of water, but of sound...submerged, rolling and toppling and tumbling in the waves of sound..
This covers the music part of the disc.

Now the dance moves.
The auto was being driven as if it is not a vehicle running on road, but a motor boat dancing on sea or a jet plane performing stunts in the air..! I was wondering if he really cares about meeting with an accident or dashing into something/someone... if not about his life, at least he had a little concern for the passengers' life.. no!

All the twists and turns of the auto were in sync with the music..that had already made me feel deaf. And with the vehicle making these serpentine movements, I was also waving and falling from this side to that.. I was almost dancing, in a sitting posture...

And thanks to the pollution of the city, that made up for the smoky and murky ambiance inside a disc.

Isn't it good enough a set up for a mobile disc? Icing on the cake is- a 5 rupee coin is all you need!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Sunday, May 13, 2012

I wish I could jusssst...!!!!

To this one, girls can relate, guys would/should either feel guilty/ashamed or empathetic/sympathetic or supportive/understanding...

Eve teasing! I hate it..

If I write all the words that are coming to my mind, this article would be out rightly rejected by the Censor Board, had there been one to scrutinize blog posts. So, I leave up to you, imagine that all my sentences start with the best of bad words you know.. the bad words meant for the gentlemen on roads who think that they have been given licenses by the government to whistle, pass comments and behave as crude and uncivilized as they can, on spotting any girl..

When I was a teenager, I used to get afraid and nervous on being eve-teased... I would come back home silent and scared, unable to tell anything to anyone...

But now, my blood boils when an eve teaser throws a comment on me..I feel like slapping him right away..

I travel by public means of transport, I walk on the road..and I have encountered such filthy comments that sometimes feel like shoot the bloody $*%*^ then and there!!

If it were just words, to some extent it can be tolerated, but there are desperate  $*%*^  fellows who do not miss any chance to touch a girl..

They would intentionally brush.. I do not want to get into details of this..

It is really very disgusting to go through all this... almost everyday, as soon as I step out of home.

It is not just anger and frustration, it hurts somewhere deep inside...

Kabhi kabhi, when I come back home in the evening, after a long day of hustle and bustle, the comments I would have encountered in the whole day, they come with me..ringing in my mind..

I feel, " Main saaf nahin hun, mujhpar bahut si gandagi lagi hai.." I feel eroded.

How can some people be so insensitive? Its fun for them, but will they ever understand how it is to be a girl?

In my childhood, I had heard grown ups using these words.." ghar mein ma-beh...nahin hain kya".. Now I understand the meaning and even I feel about those lafangas, that don't they have sisters and mother?

Can they ever understand how a girl would be feeling when they pass a dirty comment in public, about her embarrassing it can be.. How would a girl feel when she is walking with her father/brother and a guy says.." Oye beautiful..kidhar chali..mere saath chal.."

All a girl can do and is suggested to do is ignore. All I have done is ignore.

A girl cannot go about slapping and fighting with every eve teaser... If she does, may be half of her day would go in slapping loafers.. And moreover, its not safe.

I am not sure if there is government law in this regard.

I wish our society had ALL decent males who respected woman and womanhood.

I wish I could walk on roads freely, without feeling conscious, like a kid...

Monday, May 7, 2012


I remember, during the last days of my class 10th, there was a craze to get those colourful slam books filled by as many people as one could...all favourites- movies, colours, food, actors, actresses, place, teacher, sportsperson etc etc..pages together full of stupid things like these, and then the last page " Few lines about myself"...
And almost everyone would write," I love to  make friends", " making friends is my hobby...", " I like to know people.."

Even I had written the same. And I really meant it when I written it.

Not generalizing anything, I would keep this article a self-expression. But I would love you, my dear reader to share your thoughts on this.

Okay, here I go!

At this stage of my life, when I get to meet new people almost everyday.. the version of that statement that I used to write has changed to " I love to meet people, make friends..but I do not like to forget them"..

Sometimes I just sit back and ponder.. I get to know so many people in life, make friends with so many..some become really close...share so much about each other.. they become a part of life..the friendship reaches a high...and then change happens..we part ways... regular phone calls... occasional calls..then messages..then occasional messages...emails... occasional emails.. rarely a message on Facebook...occasional  posts on FB wall... then slowly and gradually, the warmth of the relation fades away in the "not-staying-in-touch" coldness...

It has happened with me uncountable times.

Sometimes, a strange "feeling of loss"  fills me. I cannot define the feeling in words, but you can relate it to the one that you get when something precious you possess starts going away from you.. and you cannot do anything about it..

I have had so many close friends, good friends, not-so-close friends..

We had made promises of being the same always..staying in touch all through the life..but everything fades away..

And I feel bad about it. But I cannot do much about it.
Keeping in touch is not easy. I emphasise, I have not said it is impossible. But it is difficult.

And hence, the silent and slow death of a friendship... and hence the "feeling of loss"...

I fail to figure out, how and what to do... as I had said earlier, though not impossible, but it is really difficult to be in regular touch with everyone...

I wonder, is this how life is, really?

This is an abrupt end to the article I know, I am looking forward to hear from you....