Finally I resign...

18th of December 2008, marked a date in my calendar when I actually I sent the resignation letter to my boss. Yes I did resign & I had made up my mind to go for the change. Three & half years is quite a long time I thought & I should not miss an oppurtunity which luck has bestowed on me. Indeed I remember some previous entries in my blogs when I had stated that I wouldnt miss any oppurtunity if I had got a reason to resign. And yes, 16th of Jan -09 is the official releasing date my boss had communicated to the HR section.
I thought this would be indeed good time to start a new phase in life, & also a good time to seek a good hike, given the fact, my marriage is on the cards in few months time in the year ahead.
Didnt think too much about this decision of resigning at this period of time, I suspect the subconcious mind was fully prepared to go for it. Rest all, I leave it to destiny.
More on this to continue in my next blog entries; I must not leak all secrets here. Hence let this be the shortest blog enrty.

Cheers
Bhola

Bollywood blicker....RNBDJ

Punit Tripathi is the anonymous fan, no, AC, of the bollywood king SRK. I am telling you this, because he, being my roomate, is a character filled with weirdness of the wildest kind. I am not to describe his usual traits here, but the peculiarity in his manners with which he deals any topic related to SRK deserves a mention here. I could understand if he was a die-hard fan of some female actor, but his genuine acceptance for his regards for the great king khan is really amusing & at the same time, a frank attitude of character display. I have never seen any person, not even a girl, as being the great fan of SRK. He indeed confessed that he is actually not inspired by his reel life action, but he is really all praise for his real life engagements. He is particularly overwhelmed by his lifestyle & the way he carries his composure & the kind of the life he has lived & struggled in his earlier days, to the present day fame he has acheived, all to his own credit. Rightly, so his is a deserving man.
Well, his interests in SRK & his movies got some surprise package for us as well. We were offered free movie show by the greatest SRK fan & what else you want? Infact, I only become an SRK fan, because of the sheer quantity of fans he has. Rab ne bana di Jodi, is a good movie & I will give 3 & half stars to it. I am still being criticized by Punit for having cut a deserving half star point. But what I thought, this being an SRK film, RNBDJ had a high level of expectation & hence people expect atleast a decent 3*5 if not 4. Well the movie was a 2.45 mins fun-love-emotion filled show & indeed contained some dashing moments combined with little desi flicks. SRK did really well to sport an average man look with a decent simplicity. And equally cute was the actress Anuksha Sharma (sorry if I spell her wrong). She was as beautiful as an average man's requirement of a beautiful housewife & as dazzling as a dude's wanna be girlfriend. She is sweet, cute, lively but she has miles to go before she can win hearts of millions. While we (me & Sagar) kept gazing at her during the entire show, Punit was largely happy seeing his favourite SRK with a cool & hot girl whom he says is a perfect marriage material. I could see the glitter in his eyes & the internal desires how desperately he wished for a similar girl for him. When I commented this, he shot back, " I want the same girl, not a similar one". I wished him luck.
Well I would not be describing the story of the movie here, its a boring thing to do frankly, but the theme it contained would surely provoke the minds & hearts of many mediocre couples. Its a romance, a love story in a married life that has to be persued & lived with. The theme did well to retain an SRK flavour-effect. It may not have won hearts of people, but I felt it might have just made a place in people's heart, with some relating with their own lives & contemplating a similarity & a change.
Cheers
Bhola Prasad

Mumbai Terrorised

I was gazing from the balcony of my flat & saw the dark clouds hovering over the city.
These clouds signified the terrorised moments the city has witnessed over the last 3 days. Official toll till now counts to 195 but that is just a govt number. Hundreds of human lives have been lost. Nothing seemed rational, there is mourning & regret everywhere. There is anger in minds & feeling of helplessness in the hearts all citizens. Mumbaikars cant beleive such a terrorist activity has befallen the city in a massive scale. For more than 50 hours of valliant battle between the army & the terrorist, this was clear the terrorist were well prepared & had a well planned motive. The Taj, Oberoi, Trident, all 5-star hotels, became the victim of terrorism & hundreds of innocent peoples were brutally killed.
I wonder again how human beings could be so motivated to kill fellow human beings. I just cant comprehend whats in the mind of a terrorist. I consider he is just a sick person, but not mentally unstable. Terrorist are highly motivated beings, & the person who train them & actually unstable minds.
Its really frustating to see the Goverment be just a spectator in the hands of terrorism. Ample amount of criticsm is seen in news channels, & really Indian politics is surely lacking guts to handle terrorism. Its just the ordinary man is fed up of the robotic comment by our politician ("pls stay calm, we will do our best to curb terrorism...etc....etc"), which only sound too familiar for each terrorist activity, but hardly anything been done in this regard. I am not sure till what time this country has to bear the brunt of losing innocent life for terrorism. Even as I am writing this blog entry, at each moment I am trying to limit my frustations, & put only words of hope.
Like any other common man, I am too pissed off at the inability in our ways of handling terrorism. We are just helpless creatures at the mercy of terrorist activities. We have power but only for optical illusion. Reality is we fail to take it seriously; our politicians are only too bothered to seek & remain in power & they care least for anything else.
I mourn the death of each individual & would duly like to pay my tribute to them. My greatest regards to those fighting valiants who lost their lives fighting the terrorist. I have simply no words to express my respect for each martyrdom, the army man & the NSG.
I dont wish to discontinue with this blog because my feelings are not all expressed here. I have mixed feeling of hatred, sympathy, helplessness & hope. I am a no critic & no leader, but I certainly hope, somewhere this voice is raised in unison & its high time we flex our muscle against what is morally wrong & be pragmatic at handling critical issues like terrorism. Lets hope the sleeping minds are awaken & they pulled up their socks to couter attack against wrong deeds. Worst is over, lets now be prepared to do our best.
Bhola

Birthday blessings

Whew. I did not consider myself so sociable, but I am amazed today to findout, I have so many well wishers. Overwhelming messags/orkut scraps/mails from frens, relatives, office colleagues. Thanks to each one of you. You really made my day today. I felt so special.
Well again, sorry to say this has been a working day today & I am still at office. No plans as yet, probably my roomates have decided that weekend would be the best time to let me empty me wallet for a treat. Oh yes, my roomates, - 3 (Punit, Sagar & Jaggi) of them are hard-core violent persons & they are heartless too, yesterday they literally played soccer in form of giving me bumps. Poor me, I was so helpless & those ruffians showed no mercy with my back. There were 2 more frens & (Ajit & kamlesh) who showed their best talent in violence. I took an oath, will not live these guys when I have my turn in future. Sure.
Hm, well the birthday cake had been cut yesterday & we celebrated quite nicely, it was a college like affair; & then we went to play table tennis till late night & guess what, I was the winner & champ of yesterday's game.
The eyes opened late in morning today, only to find many missed calls & messages. Sorry again.
Reached office early today (in hope of leaving early) & again there were so many colleagues who greeted me Bday wishes eagerly. I felt so happy & so special. But still could feel yesterdays' pain :)
Well, well, I dont know what else to write, but I must pack up things now in order to leave early.
The day had been entirely good & happy. Perhaps I thought this could be my best & last bachelor birthday; my parents gave a proper indication today. Me getting married next year. No comments right now. I need some space please.
Thankyou again all of you who made me feel so special today. Your wishes & blessings counts to me.
Cheers
Bhola

Weekend Blues...

Its weekend & unseasonal rain in Bangalore has disrupted the India-England 4th ODI match.
What a pathetic moment I thought to write a blog. I was infact looking for options what else can be done. Yesterday was no fun & I had kept my room-key inside & went outside & added to my woes, my roomates were out of town & would arrive late in the evening. Entire day I had to look for shelter & food. It was then I really felt the words of famous song: "Ek akela is shehar me....raat me aur dophar me...abodana dhundta hai....aashiyana dhundhta hai..."
Wonderful song it is. Oks I was talking about the weekend blues. I realize whole weekdays I keep yearning for Saturdays & Sundays, & while during the weekends, I keep finding options how to spend them, only to realize later in the evening, the day was not at all worth anything except for good sleep. Perhaps I become too paradoxical about the way weekends should be.
At home I only sleep, sleep & contemplate of more sleep. At other times I think the day had been entirely wasted, since I didnt do any creative thing. Anyways, I am no good at it either, but I have general satisfaction of heart which always convey that my mood is set for the weekdays, after the mind is washed out of its office-shit during the weekends break.
Well, again this blog entry has taken many days only because of busy hours occupying me & preventing any poetic thinking & I was running out of ideas & mood to put some comments as scrap here.
Hey wait, day after tomorrow i.e. on 25th Nov, I shall be celebrating my birthday (dont mean any party) but I would like to have sometime out of office hours & wish myself Happy Birthday.
For time being now, the match have resumed & India have managed to score well in limited overs match & England have been given a daunting task of chasing a mammoth 194 in 22 overs.
So let me enjoy the game & see you sometimes soon. All the best England, hope you survive the series.
Cheers
Bhola

Mumbai ka Local...Yeh kahi aur ka nahi....

When you talk of Mumbai, the foremost thing which comes to mind is local train....the city's lifeline. Yes the Mumbai Local Trains which are world famous. These run in abundant here & are the prime source of convenience. Mumbai local trains are so famous; they are respected for their timings & are considered the lifeline of this huge city. The number of passengers who travel by local train is brainstorming. When you see a local plying on the subarban tracks with jam-packed people, you feel like the whole city has come out for an exploration. You again feel amazed by the sheer crowd all breathing into each others body & so seemingly adjusting to each others composure. Human beings appear like bunch of insects heavily packed.
Yes this was the initial feeling I used to had when I first started commuting with local train & always wondered what a pathetic way to lead life here. Always thought the biggest problem in Mumbai is to travel by a local train. Again at the same time I realized, without it, the city cant survive. Thats a fact. You get to see a real India inside a local train. You get provoked of your thoughts inside a local train. This inspired me to dedicate one entry in my blog solely for the Mumbai local trains.
Ok, for 2 years I have travelled on the Central line from Vikhroli to Dadar. That was about 20 mins odd journey each side everyday. So everyday for the 2 year period I spent 40 mins in local train. After the morning shower & in gentle professional attire, I used to leave for office all in fresh mood. Then arriving at the station & gazing at the time-board to look for the approaching local. Me & my then roomate Gurchet hardly used to miss the 9.23 AM FAST local from Vikhroli.
Many a times we were late by 5-10 mins, but it was contending when after reaching the station, the sweet & loud voice of the lady announcer would convince to all passengers that the local too, is late & is due arriving. That we thought was the greatest message of the day. We were so delighted & always used to thank the faithful 9.23AM FAST local who never betrayed us.
It was a like a bond the local had developed with us & we were too delighted by the timing service it offered to us. We were all praise to her & never ever boarded any other local, except when sometimes it was cancelled.
The local was faithful, no doubt, but me & Gurchet were pretty obsessed by the number of passengers is used to carry. We always contemplated why such a huge crowd boarded the same local as us. We pitied them.
Once getting into the local in an already packed compartment, the next thing was to fight an appropriate & comfortable position to get into. While Gurchet had mustered the art to get into the local as the firts person & hence occupy a comfort zone, I always thought its best to stay near the main door to get the fresh air, hence used to board last. It was good to stand at the door, but mind you it was risky too, because the compartments are already heavy packed & the locals ply at high acceleration. Nevermind, after a year of experience I preffered the corner side.
Hey, just a minute, there is a brawl between 2 people out there, one person is accusing the other that he had pushed him & that he has no manners how to stand in public. The argument gets heated up & both start abusing each other. It was quite fun to watch the scence, because you now, its just a war of words; people hardly get into physical action in local train, unless the situation is some exception. The rest of the spectators would ask both passengers to calm down, as these things keep happening in crowded locals. Both would be unconvinced & would frawn at each other. That becomes just a part of entertainment for the rest of the spectators. Shuuuu... & your destination station is to arrive next, & now you must arrange yourselves into another 'line' for getting down from the local. You always ask the fellow next to you if he is too alighting at the next station, otherwise, you politely ask him to excuse & give you way. The train halts at station in no time & you have inadvertently pushed the fellow in front of you, feets away on the platform. Everyone then starts running to reach a spacy zone ahead, because the next moment the platform will be full of crowd with no space for feet to adjust. You again experience Real Mumbai.
Once out of the platform, the entire freshness is washed out & you realize your morning office attire has turned into rough look, with the ironing of the dress all faded away & your dress is crumpled into a smothered paper to be thrown in the dustbin. But you are happy, you managed to reach office on time. :) You say thanks to the local train & happily walk away speedily in delight as if you have won some battle this morning.
This is the routine of an everyday commuter in Mumbai.

Cheers
Bhola

Indian lost in Maharashtra...

Mumbai is news. And for political reasons. The recent spate of events which lead to the killing of a youth from Patna by mumbai-cops & another one, a UPite was killed by alleged MNS activists over the brawl of occupying a window seat in local train. The political turn of both these events has turned very ugly & there is a high level drama aptly potrayed by the media. The state goverment is challenged of its abilities to curb gundaraj & at the same time, the rift between Marathi & non-Maharashtrians has widen a lot. Ahh Indian Politics. You feel pitied over the things how they take dramatic & pathetic turn. Not sure if any body in the stage there has real concern for the affected, or are just using these events for thier own political gain. Most would agree to the second point though.
Mumbai meri jaan- the phrase now scares me somewhat. In my last post in the blog, I had talked about how the people are considered decent & helpful & how there are very few offenders of law in this great city. I am scared now the picture is not that factual & infact the place might just be seeing a reverse turn. This is not a judgement on my part but internally I do feel things might not be smooth in coming days. Politics is the game & the main culprit here & frankly I have no understanding of it, neither any interest for discussion. I am just worried about the innocent sufferers & wether God has destined ill-fate to many a fellow human beings.
Not feeling really worth to describe more of this today.
Not cheering again.
Bhola

Yeh hai Bombay meri Jaan

Next is Diwali...the lighteous festival known for bringing happiness & joy in the hearts of people.
All 'outsiders' rush to home to spend the glamorous festive moment with loved ones.
I didnt have the chance for the 8th consecutive year now to light the diyas at home with my loved ones... I was there during Dusshera at home...& now I have to be here in Mumbai.
And I have my own company for myself - my roomates are away to their hometowns. I think this will be the first time I will be celebrating (or rather spending) Diwali all alone. Lets see how it goes.
Ok, talking about Mumbai (I still like calling Bombay), it would require a great deal of real adventure to bring out the real enthusiasm in spirit. I mean you just cant describe things based on unexperienced facts. You need exposure to get the feeling & the reeling. Described in some respects in one old song by Rafi (yeh bombay meri jaan...), the firts line indicates it is indeed really tough to lead a life here. The song brings out all the anomalies & the peculiarities specific to this mahacity. Another refernce of the place is also made in one of the finest song by Kishore (ee hai bombay nagariya tu dekh babua...) wherby it is described as the place of millionaires. Again it brings out similar comprehensions about the city - from peculiarity to the greatness. Same is applicable to 'insiders' residing in mumbai. No doubt, over the years, the place as well as its residents have come out with prosperity in diversified fields. It is said that the average Mumbaikar is a nice chap & there are very few offenders of law. Well, rightly so. Otherwise I guess it would have been very tough for a huge population to survive in this city. Yes the number in figure is brainstorming & you step out of home & meet more people. Be it anytime of the day, a chap is always engaged in something out there for you to notice.
My goodness, I really do respect the people here, when they show a compromised zesture of arranging themselves in a line for a queue at any place (right from waiting on the street for an autorickshaw, buying subarban rail/road/movie tickets, or arranging themselves in line whenever the count is more than one person).
Its like the inhabitant here has developed an understood mindset to be decent enough & do the favour to others as well himself to arrange himself in a queue, moment he sees any other person standing sideby. While the queue at railway ticket counter in understable, sometimes when the line extends upto the middle of the road, the newcomes gaze in wonder whats happening out there. Sometimes there is even a queue people just get themselves into, without much info, only to realize later, that it never existed- caused just because of sheer ignorant crowd. Its nice as well amusing to watch people standing right out there. You feel contemplated & will have bound to have mixed reactions. I just wonder should I respect the perspirating man standing in the line for quite sometime in the mid-day sun, or should I pity for them, those unlucky chaps, vowing to chose only the tiresome path, but never ever realizing to find the alternate route.
This is the story of a common Mumbaikar.
Cheers
A Bombaikar.

Its again a working day, & thanks to the main MPLS Switch in my office it has refused to work today, thereby allowing free time for me. I know again all those escalations will come to me later on, but there is nothing much I can do, except for taking out some time to put comments in my blog & describe whats going on outside.
There is report of streak violence in the city, on the protest of the popular Raj thackrey arrest. Yes, the CM has taken a call to get him arrested denying any political pressure. He is sent to judicial custody till Nov-04. Ah till then, the city will have many things to report in news. Infact since morning today, the environment is grippled with fear, many people preferring to take a casual leave. Its afternoon now & I just had my afternoon tea in a nearby stall. The street looked so deserted, there was an atmosphere of fear; there were 3-4 constables on guard. You will say, "My goodness, what a reck; Raj is so powerful man in Maharashtra". & yes, his popularity is made from all reasons. He is always in the news, always known for his comments sparkling some people's sentiments. & thats how is so famous. India is truly a political country & more than democracy, everything else rules high. But you cannot just blame a big nation, the blame goes to the innocent big population.& thats the biggest price the country is paying for all problems & will pay in future too. I have been thinking of ways how the situation in the country can be improved but have come with little ideas which can help to improvise. The country is facing so many problems -terrorism, political games, poverty, inflation, communal violence & the greatest issue- the population. & we still say we are a developing nation, though, ironically except for development, all actual problems are on the rise.
See the happiness of the indian people when Abhinav Bindra won the only Gold medal in the 2008 Olympics. The entire country felt like India have listed itself as no 1 country in the Gold medal tally. (I fear how many of the countrymen remember the soldiers who lend their life in shooting at the LOC). Such is the irony of this country.& yes I will mention the responsibility the media plays in the Indian culture. Well actually media is the game player, & it is the deciding factor to infuse feelings/manipulate the way they want the citizen to comprehend things. Media have got to potray things at will & they have taken the mass as slave. They overtaken the mind of the people & have defeated their wits. This has infact to do something with the viewers too, because some viewers tend to go with the glamour & see only what glitters, rather than what matters. No doubt the news of Aishwarya Rai getting a cold will capture more attraction, than the news of a soldier killed by the enemy. This is India; & these are the indian Citizens. My dear motherland, pls help me & give that confidence so that I can proudly claim my citizenship.
NOt cheering this time.
Bhola

Getting a bit Philosophical

Late night, or early morning, its 1:00 AM Sunday 19th of Oct-08. Half of the world is asleep. 2 of my roomates are playing 3-pattee & I have indulged myself to listening my fav nos of Kishore & Rafi. Well what more to say about the great legends whose voices are world famous even now. I wont make an exaggeration by displaying my true regards for both the singers, but then certainly I just would like to mention that my during my childhood & late-school days their songs were my favourite friends, I had spent plenty of soothing moments with. It was then like a craze & I was so indulged in them that I had mustered up all the good numbers & soon I had become famous for being a fan of them. Anybody who required the lyrics of any particular Kishore/Rafi's song, just knew only one name - Bhola.
Their songs certainly had the appeal & still considered evergeen. Thats not my comment but what the whole music-maverick mass beleive. Not to forget the great lyricians of that time who had landed classic work with great style & the equally commendable work by the musicians. Ah, no words can justify their praise. They were great legends & the whole world still revere them. One of the finest lyrics which turned my attention since childhood was the song "Duniya banane waale kya tere man me samayee....kahe ko duniya banayee.....tune..." sung by Mukesh. Man, I can promise it still provokes the basic thought of human existence everytime this song is played. You just cant beleive essence of the deep wit in the words describing an unknown fact with such an ease. The song have a mention of one point - that even God himself must have felt the pain after creating such souls with desires & wishes. It makes you think that when God created human kind, he was actually trying to bring out a picture of himself which could fulfill his own unknow desires. Sure, one has to be philosophical enough to get into the thoughts which the writer wants to convey in this song. Well, the question in the song still remains unanswered, but surely it has hinted to valid point of human existence, that life of mankind is just a stage, a drama hosted by unknown power but has no basic purpose of existence. This may seem a trivial question, but fact is there is no answer to this. Whatever Science can best prove the theory of evolution of life, the interesting point here is that science can never answer the purpose - why such an evolution?

Cheers
Bhola

Not such conducive Environment

The Vacation is over. The mind is contended but not the heart. The spiritual being is still in want of more homely rest. I steal some time from my office hours to put some comments after many idle days. The environment is unchanged from what I l left for vacation. Still those fighting mails flowing through inboxes. Still those same attitude from bosses & abundant criticizing emails & still many silent souls breaking head on their desks but pleasing no one. You feel like you are in a world surrounded by idiots & there are bullies everywhere. My dear mind, we are in a corporate world & this is how it works here. Its all blame game & trying a point to prove worth. No, its not again like I am putting these lines in utter frustation, but I am trying to mention what is actually a process here. Resignation no 15 from my section came last week & I am still wondering why my turn has not yet come :(
Anyways, when luck would have it, I will be happy to write the resignation mail.

Well, I have taken 3 days in offline to complete this small blog entry. But the heart had many things to express- feelings of emotion & fun. Some important topics I thought worth desciribing, but just could not compete with time availability; I think I will have to limit my sentences everytime I write entry from office. & that too, my dear you would agree to the fact that office is not a conducive environment to bring forth happy emotions. Perhaps I will have to wait for weekends to bring my poetic thoughts to the peak; from office I doubt any interesting ideas will crip in my mind. Allow me to wait till weekends.
Cheers
Bhola

Some serious business here...

So the day has ended today & Dusshera has passed off joyously. Mixed feeling - with the 10 day festival coming to a sudden end & this being the last day, the mood is set with a heavy heart. People have celebrated the victory of good over bad, the defeat of the evil & the destruction of the ill. Greetings & Happy Dusshera messages flew through SMSs to relatives & friends & well wishers expressed their sincere well being & prosperityto fellow beings. Sweets are ubiquitous everywhere & best of recipies are processed in the kitchen in every house. But the day marked a sharp demark from a noisy, lighting, crowded navratri night, to a silent, sober but a contending Dusshera evening. People quietly agreed to mark the end by celebrating the Bisarjan with the best of the arrangements & efforts. The action is done & now the wait for the next season has kicked off. With this, even I realize my 2 weeks long break has now approached ending & I am left with 2 days to calm my heart. Its always a hard feeling to experience when you leave home & family members, but you cant do anything expect for the fact that you have to take in the right spirit. Oh yes, I didnt mention about an important topic during my stay here- that of getting me married. I realized now that my mom was in full feldged form & in set mood to do her part & get me a life partner. Without even disclosing me, she along with my dad did much & got some photographs of marriagable girls from our caste & thier biodata. My dad even showed the list of phone numbers whom he had contacted for marriage purpose. This made me wonder if I was ready now to think of marriage. I had given a thought to it no doubt, but I didnt give a serious thought to it frankly. Given the seriousness with which my parents have taken the case of my marriage, the alert message has ticked my mind & now I am forced to think of the issue more deeply & plan for near future. We all discussed, my parents, me, my eld sis, my bro, sis in law. Everyone opined their thoughts& expressed their interests & my intersts. & Interestingly my opinions were provoked with theirs. Infact everyone agreed to the fact that the mind of the person who is about to get married, becomes a lethargic stock. I felt so & this convinced me more. More I thought & more I realized the same thing. Mixed responses came from my heart & my mind. I was clueless & finally I became thoughtless. But all in the end I decided, after having set my prefences & wishes clear, I should leave it for them to decide the best. More of this topic to continue in my next blogs for sure. After all this a major topic relating to me & this cant be ended in few words.
Cheers
Bhola

Morning bloom

The time is 7 am Monday morning 6th of Oct'08. I have rarely seen the clock strike 7 am while in Mumbai. The timezone difference is so obvious. I always considered myself as being the laziest, but seeing my lifestyle here, I doubt as to how much I can display a change in moodset. I felt contemplated initially getting up early in morning even before the sun has set properly in the sky. The entire day seem so fresh & so charming. The freshness of the day injects a poetic feeling in both mind & soul. You feel young in age, just like a child in his early teens, ready for his entire life. The mind is so fresh & so ready for the action for the whole day. The pollution levels are at minimum, the heat factor is nill. Plus the added benefits of vacation; the festive season of Dusshera, the get together moment for family- its all so moodsetting & mind relaxing. I feel I could not have come here at any other time of the year. But as I mentioned in my earlier blogs, time seems to run fast & its only at the end you realize it. But the important thing to notice here is the quality of time rather than the quantity & I am more than happy since I have concentrated on the former. Well the charm of Dusshera festival has already blended the prestine environment with devotion to Goddess Durga. The pandals are built with great show of artism, the street lights are ubiquitous & the street music is in full swing. Every individual person seems to be enchanted by the thrill & devotion of this great festive season, irrespective of age, creed (I cant say caste, but I do mean this too). Dusshera signifies a happy festival, a win of good over evil; the destruction & defeat of ill-power.There are has to be much said but I am forced to stop here (putting this blog hayware) but I promise once again, like many other incomplete topics, I will discuss more on this; let me pls frame these words as part of last sentence of this blog.
Cheers
Bhola

Soothing moments

Time flies so fast when you start enjoying it. This is fact; because when you are happy, you dont bother to count days. Hence they pass very fast. This is the 5th day at home & I was amused to realize this. I have spent quality time with my mom, dad & my elder sis, & yet I feel the days are passing so quickly. During this 5 day period, I went out from home only twice; I yearned to spend most of the time only with my family members at home.There is nothing much outside - Dehri is just a small town in Bihar & there is no thrill anywhere here. At home, though there are not much to do- the electricity is supplied for counted hours (in break) during 24 hours; the hot season has stretched till Oct now & there is no sign of releif, plus the added woes of mosquitoes which are so abundant here. But these negative aspects couldnt deter my happy mood. Afterall, I realize how restless & eager I become when I am out to my workplace& miss my hometown -where there are family members, love, relatives, memories, good food, & above all, the giveway for a tension-free mind. I am happy I could make good use of the time I already spent & now I am more eager & much enthusiastic to spend the remaining days with more vigour & bond some good moments to remember. With this I think my blog will suffice for the day.

Cheers

Bhola

Heavy heart...

I reached home comfortably & it was really a fanatastic affair to see familiar faces gazing at me with love & affection. The sharing of light moments faded away whatever tiredness I carried & although it was 3.30 am early morning, no one was ready to go to sleep. We talked & discussed & spent some good moments at the odd hours of the day. Finally my mom took a call that I must get some rest & have a sound sleep. So I oblidged & went to the world of dreams; & found myself lost in sleep, moment I lay myslef on the bed.I got up at 7 am in morning & again it was comforting to realize that my entire vacation has just started. I was ready with thrill to enjoy every moment of it. I got my cup of tea & was viewing the news on TV. & then I saw a heartening article of terrorist activity which had costed a 9 year old boy, his life.This made my heart sober & then I sank deep into world of thouhgts. I began questioning myslef the gravity of consequences which terrorism has caused in recent days.There have been a number of bomb blasts in big cities - Bangalore, Hyedrabad, Ahmedabad, Jaipur & latest was Delhi, & although the TV news report may indicate some number, people always know the number of casualties are always much higher than what is announced. Hundreds of people have lost lives & there is no end to terrorism; there have been newsfeed on newspapers, some blaming government, police, terrorist & some even God.Terrorist have taken innocent people & the Govt for granted, there is no fear & the terrorists always seem to challenge the govt - "Catch me if you can"; "or do what you can, we will not stop."The Govt surely is not ready to answer above questions. They need much preparation to handle terrorism & the terrorists. But the sufferers are innocent people, the family of the deceased. Its beyond imagination to comprehend the grief, the members of deceased are subjected to.Its heartening to know how human kill felow being. Its unimaginable to know to what extent human can show his limits of dishonest action. Its unclear what resides in his brain. In the name of any given motive, he will justify his bad deeds & think of it as something very holy.I presume terrorists are sick people & they are mentally abnormal. Rather its unfair to call terrorist as human.They have human like features but they definitly do not have a human heart or a human like brain. They are creatures of nature surely & they are pathetic beings on earth. Its said humans are the intelligent beings on earth, but less people know its the same kind who are the ugliest living creatures. Its actually hard to say if God has made those kind of being, & actually its more hard to digest the fact that God himself exist in nature. It doesnt seem so to me. Really.

Going home

The day is 28th of Sept -07.I am travelling by rail to my hometown in Bihar - Dehri. & I had plenty of time & ideas to express today.I have only the limitation of the battery power of my laptop, I have to restrain my time & stop before it give its way. Its already down - 50%.Going home is always a great feeling which can only be valued when you experience it, you cant describe it.There is thrill everywhere & in whatever you think of. All things seem so good & all things seem so charming.I feel I am ready for a long energizing break which I needed desperately to set my mood which was thwarted by the dismal work culture in my office basically caused by my boss attitude. No, its just not like I am having the usual ill feelings against my boss like any other chap; he deserves in all respects whatever best of the ill words I can say.I choose to describe him later, for today I am in no mood to stretch any topic relating to him.The view from train window is blurred, the glass panels of the II AC coach is obstructing my thoughts. I am in the company of passengerswho has drowned by sleep, I fear probably some effect of sleeping pills.All it feels like I am alone there in a dreamy world with my laptop & some good music building my thoughts.But as I told you earlier, the battery icon is preventing my thoughts now. It has already marked a red cross icon against the empty battery signin the destop.SHuuu...now the notification too has come....that I must change my battery/outlet power or swithc over to some other mode of power.Goodness, I beg you pardon, pls allow me to stop here (all against my will).YeahNext time I will be writing better points when I reach home hopefully with some good incidents/moments worth describing.
Cheers
Bhola

Aaj ki raat...mere dil se

So.... I start today after prolonged visits to super blogs of super-personalities. I was in particular overwhelmed by the number of responses to bigB's blog. There were fighting competitons among popular fans to put their very first comment in bigB's blog. Even I tried in dirtying my hands there but I managed to come 14th in the list. Nevermind, today I got the urge to create one for me & put as much comments on my own blog as I wish.

Its 1.31 am 18th of Sept-08 & I am still not in a mood to sleep; ah that evening shifts has surely changed my prefernces too, it has made me display my laziest being; my morning starts not before 10 am everyday. & I contemplate about the daily routine of other people. But I realize laziness has surely crept into me & I am just a freak with my thoughts rather than in action.

Well I think here I can give my thoughts a wild go & allow all sorts of ideas/thoughts/crap junk in here & later judge for myself what best I can do when it comes to show my writing expression.

I have always had a beleif that my power of written expression needed more space than time to judge where it stands. So here with this thought & beleif, I decide to stop my fingers here for today with the promise that more best of my experience & thoughts will be published with the best of usage of my power of expression.

Cheers