Back to the roots.

Every time i go back to my moms village i am taken back. I have been visiting that place for ages but it hasn't changed a bit. its still the same old village with no water supply. People still relying on well water and water from nearby dam which most of the time is dry. Nobody still has electricity and people rely on what is termed as there 'dokality', 'doka' meaning head in marathi. You would get the humor if you know marathi, else don't bother. But the 'dokality' here is that the farmers hook up a wire in the live wires running from poles and attach one to the connection in the switchboard and other in a copper plate which is dug deep in earth. Every time there is voltage fluctuation, they add water to the earth where the copper plate is dug. Which is highly risky off course. But the irrigation of crop plus house hold electricity comes from this sort of arrangement. I don't know what is the tax payers loss here. And the plight does not end here. There are no septic tanks no toilets. People have to relieve themselves in wastelands. Those were basic amenities that we take for granted in cities. Electricity. Water. Sanitation. But the most ridiculous thing is that they are not aware of how to store there own produce. The grains, the edibles everything that is grown on the farms is either sold out in cheap rates to middleman or let to rot. Part is foolishness part is lack of knowledge. A simple piece of knowledge as to how to store produce effectively causing huge losses. Not only financially but socially as well. The poorly paid farmers end up being frustrated, resort to drinking alcohol. There families suffer the village suffers the nation suffers. The village remains as it is for ages, lost.

A Salute

i was a terrible kid, who grew up with 2 brothers. who always asked me not to behave like a girl. well that was tuff on me. a girl not to behave as a girl. i was the class bully consistently for the 12 years of my schooling. in college i maintained the reputation by enrolling in NCC and well beating up cadets. i was into worst of fights. in my masters days i ended up again being center of controversy cause i managed to convice my 40 classmates that we should boycott our seniors. well i heard the worst musik of my life for that. so with all this history i have gelled more with boys in my life then girls. they are more willing being partner in crime then girls. and well some most lovely ladies who where ever they are, for sure will stand out of the crowd as unique :-) this all retrospection is cause my dear friend asked me to pen down my opinion on men. well that is a really hard one. at least for me who tends to over look the lighter side of things. but, well let me try my hand on this. this is for you dear sam.

i might not have seen this most beautiful transformation of a person from a very strict parent to the most loving person on this earth who sheds tonnes of tears for me, my dad. my humble salute to him and all the dads.

the growing up pangs. it is a difficult world for guys to grow up, is what i understood on seeing my younger brother grow. a salute to all guys for facing this world like a man.

the family responsibility. the bread earner. a huge percentage of families are still patriarchal. i have seen my elder brother struggle to become one. a salute to all the young men, who took there dads responsibility on there shoulders.

the assuring hug. i have been blessed with the greatest friend who hugged me purely for the fact that i am hes depressed friend and not cause i am a girl. i'l owe you that thoughtful hug all my life. a salute for the king sized heart.

the puppy face that guys make to act cute, i know what is coming after that, but i still should be true and say that i love it whenever they make one.

the lavish attention i am bestowed on where ever i go, all the free meals i got when ever i travelled, courtesy fellow male travellers ;-) and a big sorry for lying about my cell number and whereabouts.

my life. my choices.

There is this very funny thing. When people do certain things they think others should also do it. Like a friend getting engaged thinks that every bachelor around him or her should also get engaged. Or a person getting married thinks all around them should also be. I honestly think that this should have some kind of psychological scientific name. And if you haven't noticed till now I have written all spellings complete, no short cuts. This is more cause of an argument with a friend that people these days use all kinds of funny short cuts. Sometimes horrible ones that cant be deciphered at all. And the fact that people forget spellings once they take to these short cuts. That cleared, going back to our original topic, the fact that people think what is happening to them should happen to all or what is good for them is good for the other person as well. Or at times going to the limits of looking down at others for not accepting/making the same choice as they made. Why cant we make our choices on our own and not bother others with it. Others have their life and their commitments where your choices don't fit in. Why doesn't majority of mass have that simple basic understanding. Till they get that let me answer the endless questions, why don't you get you hair colored? the burgundy color on my hair is awesome(yep good like crow shit!!). Why don't you get lenses? mine are great(yep, I am falling in love with your fake eyes!!). You should try branded clothes they are ....(cut it!! I am not even listening to that one!!). You should eat at so and so place(you mean I should eat at a place that is 1000kms away from here, where I wont go even in the next decade...huh!!) you should get a boyfriend you know, your life sucks!!(sorry! who me!! smiles! smiles!! smiles!!! I give up!!!)..........

the gen X

i am part of a generation that can b called as generation of mails, generation of cell phones. we are the generation that grew on its own. we left our homes in search of education, n we got tortured in the alien world at an early age. we faced the competition in class, in hostel, in the lines to capture the bathroom,faced our wars little n big alone. and what did we gain with all this running around. A fat salary at an early age. A rented house, shared with unknown like ones. A cell phone and a broadband net connection. we start wrk at 10 in morn and we wrk till late in night, cos there is nuthin to do at home nywys. we eat at hotels, our culinary skills are non-existent. and then till late in nite we talk to our frnds on phn. evryone in ther rooms, hanging on to windows, balconies, walkin to n fro in kitchen. well, we will talk to d room mates once they r gone, on phn, we will. i will. promise. and then coms d weekend. we get up late. nearly aftrnoon. time to call ppl at home. we talk fr hours to evry family member. answering d same question over and over again. howz wrk. did u eat. what did u eat. mom can u tell me receipe of so n so dish. we get ready and we hit d roads with our grps. we shop. we watch movies. we gossip. we try d new lounge. we get drunk. and the weekend is gone. we are connected to all those who are absent and we take pride in it. we take pride in the number of frnds on our frnds list. we take pride in the number of scraps we have accumulated over the years. but we are not bothered about those living wit us. we are not bothered that the rented house is being cleand by a housemaid who doesnt clean it actually but pretends to clean it. we die for the onsite opportunity, and look at all others who got it with envy. aah!! d lucky chap!! we are not bothered tht we are nw alien visitors for our parents and relatives. cos we are more comfortabl partyin thn being with parents. we fall in love. d fortunate ones marry and the unfortunate ones marry ther parents choice. sacrifice. well, big deal. we live. and we are not bothered that we are not living. what we are bothered is the next good job opportunity that wud take us places, that wud earn us more fat salary. and still we wonder why is, there this void inside us.

its hard to get company evryday while walkin home bak from ofc.
man i feel so aweful evrytime i walk home. but thn i thawt why not make use of it. 
m surrounded by my team mates n ther probs n 
ther politics d whole god damn day. 
and thn at home my  moms views about relatives
which havnt chgnd an inch sine she hs gt married.
the same story 1000 times over and over again. so i walk at leisure, listenin to musik n lukin at ppl. 
wonderin wht is ther story :-D n now whn 
i luk at d sky above i dont feel lonely.... 
u mite say tht i hv reconciled wit my lonely walks but wthevr, 
its gud nt to think so much. 
    

weird ideas

i ws watchin this ad of sleepin matress n an idea stuck me. of a sleepin matress. of a box wit gel. one can just slip in d box of gel. d gel wud b full of air bubble to enabl u breath and ful of healing
substance fr ur skin. u knw aloe vera kind of stuff. it wud help keep
 ur skin fr agein n stuff. i cn go on lenght on this u knw

:D  n nw tht i ws watchin discovery another idea stuck me, 
may b this ones thawt of already. we shud start building houses in water. 
newys in few yrs d land is goin to get consumed by water. 
so why nt b prepared fr it. thou i dunno hw to get d oxygen part. 
but since water is part oxygen it shudnt b hard to create oxygen 
in water homes. 
we wil hav oxygen cumin out of taps instead of water ha ha ........

U n ME

there are thousand types of relations, relations of blood, relations of pain, relations of convinience...........and many more.......... i dunno how and where to categorize my relation with you. was it of pain, or friendship or ..... sumthing tht i never understood. it did start wit pain, where you spoke of ur pain and i listened. i hav this quality tht i can live othrs pain. this is sumthing tht i cant put in wrds. evrybdy feels tht pain is difficult to convey, u can nevr mak d othr person feel ur pain, how its wrentches ur heart n hw it breaks it into 1000 pieces bt i can feel evry silent tear n d void it creates.......where u tell urself tht enuf i gt to get out of this n again u fall deep into the same void askin why me......... i felt ur pain n i wanted to protect u. as much as i wud hv wanted to protect myself. you did recover in long run. and wht ws left behind ws a seething anger. anger fr each n evrybdy. evn fr me. fr assumptions tht u made, cos u saw evrybdy in same light tht evrybdy is here to hurt u. u at times decided to punish em , at times to forgiv em. u cant do anything to anybdy my dear frnd, it nvr wrks. ppl do get hurt temporarily bt thn u r forgotten. bt it wil b u who wil remembr all n seeth in anger fr d supposedly wrong thing thy did to u. i dont bliv in this. i giv u sumthing cos i think u r wrth it. if u arnt thn fine lets part ways. no point in havin grudges in wht i did fr u n hw u returned it bak. i forgiv u. n i forgiv myself fr binding wit u. u went off without explainin d reason fr gettin angry this time.....m lettin u go. m freein myself frm u.