Classics

 There’s no sense in comparing the absolute Hollywood copy and its original; rather I would prefer to draw parallels between these two road trip movies: 

Thelma and Louise (1991) & Highway (2014) 

 

In search of freedom, the crime committed seems sinless when it comes to the life they’d been dragging till now. 

 

Thelma and Louise went on a little trip. Louise saved Thelma from getting raped, and when the guy commented bad words from behind, she triggered the gun at him. Thelma ran away with her towards Mexico to be saved from the crime. I’m glad there was not a “Thanks for saving my life but how can you shoot someone! It’s your fault and you shouldn’t have done it.” Apparently ‘Highway’ takes its story from this dialogue that Veera’s fiancé spoke, at the time of her abduction rather than taking any valid step to save her. 

 

Thelma had a disrespectful husband and a secluded life – she didn’t know what was outside; Veera didn’t know that travelling was much more than checking-in at the hotels. They kept running till Louise asked Thelma if she wanted to join her and she agreed. There, Mahabir was about to drop Veera off at some place after realising their team’s mistake of kidnapping the girl whose father had political links; till then she had seen the outside world and got that she was the fiery kite (patakha guddi) and she refused to go back to her home. Both side, the dangers are known that would follow, but the wish to reach their destination keeps on making their journey beautiful. 

 

Louise didn’t want to take the road of Texas, denying the reason to reveal, while Thelma continued to go by her side thinking something similar would have happened. Mahabir kept Veera away from him; the reason getting revealed in pieces – slowly – when asked by Veera. Here, Louise and Mahabir become one. They are behind the disguise of strong morale, but inside they are the same broken pieces. 

 

Thelma and Veera found their way on the open road. The innocent Thelma robbed a store and seized a police officer; the decent Veera got all ready to home a little hilltop house. After exploring their freedom, they know nothing can stop them. They both have felt the same while making the decision of staying where they were. 

 

The climax goes with them believing how the world wouldn’t understand them. Thelma: Let’s keep on goin’! (drive off the cliff and die.) Louise: You sure? Thelma: Yes.. 

The Mahabir-Veera climax is one step ahead since after Mahabir’s death, she confronts her family, saying she had gone ahead and wouldn’t come back. (She would jump off the cliff of old life.) 

 

Both the movies share the resemblance of their characters’ psychological states, but it doesn’t mean you can enclose them in the envelope of self exploration. There is more to the freedom, feminism, and emotions; there’s more to what you settle for. 

Not Cursing

I watched Kahaani movie today. I have always loved that movie. When you watch the thrillers again, you know the mystery part and so you mark more things than you had previously.

If someone would have said that Kahani is a Netflix original, I wouldn’t have believed. You know why? Because there are no swear words/ a little that I didn’t even mark. Not because it was an old family movie or anything, but because Bollywood (Indian) films were always made that way.

This women's day, I'd like to know what the necessity is that you should be in search of newer curse words! From the movies we have loved (i.e. GOW both parts) to the series – the constant use of curse words and adult scenes is increasing. Yes, I have a problem with that; it is not necessary to show the scenes and to swear every time something exciting happens that makes you angrier.

The start of web series on YouTube was a good thing, but when the internet allows you the freedom of language, it doesn’t mean you “must” show the story with characters who curse a lot. Don’t you think a good script may come from someone’s mind without any swear words? A few months back, I wrote a story of 3 pages (A4 size page) and there I used the F-word thrice. My siblings suggested me to remove that just because even if it may seem realistic, looking at today’s situation, there was yet no need to waste three words in the short story competition which had a limited word count. (After that I realised how your family’s point of view matters; how important it is to get your audience!)

Since a while now, it has been the reason I don’t watch many series. My Netflix/Prime subscriptions don’t make a big difference in my routine. I’m addicted to Instagram where I see people posting new content with positivity; I see some memes which are actually funny (most of the memes are funny!); I see people quoting movies in real life. And I love it. I just don’t think cursing should be a part of someone’s life.

You may have a problem with that. If you are habituated to cursing, I don’t judge or blame you. When I get angry while driving, I have the habit of speaking/shouting words like “Boghu” or “Nakkomo” or “Chopli”, which remain unheard by the concerned person. I get angrier, when after all this they say a woman can’t drive! But this never lead me to speak any bad words… how can I speak bad for the person’s parents or relatives? And to literally think, how do you know his Sanskars are given badly? (To be honest, most of the curse words go to that person’s mother or sister, and I could never let that happen to any woman. Who gave you the authority to speak something like that?)

Now, excuse me, if you enjoy speaking the curse words. You think you’re cool in your gang; you think you’re courageous to speak something like that before your friend. Well, well, speaking those words is not cool. Also, alterating the letters/speaking altered words, is definitely not cool.

PS. Questioning me? I know the words. I don’t speak ‘em. It’s just that if someone curses me, rather than going back to my destination and asking someone the meaning, I like to reply something sarcastic that his/her tiny brain wouldn’t understand and then s/he would go back to their place and get the meaning that late!

PSS. If you say you don’t mean those swear words, then your respecting-women sayings and happy women’s day story/messages also don’t mean a thing.

बुद्धिमता time: 

क्रोधाद्भवति संमोहः संमोहात्स्मृतिविभ्रमः।

स्मृतिभ्रंशाद् बुद्धिनाशो बुद्धिनाशात्प्रणश्यति।

Meaning: Anger produces delusion. Delusion diminishes memory. With that, brain damage follows. And with brain’s destruction, the life ends. (From Bhagvad Gita)

If you can’t remember this shloka/verse while you’re angry, at least try to meditate. That’s the smallest thing you can do for your mental health when you wish to curse!

Peace

O, why you cry with no wings to fly?
The hidden ocean of truths and lies
Is deep and yet merciful:
No waves and falls but that's blue, indeed;
And what will you see in that,
The dark blue or the marines inside?
What will you see staying outside,
The students' rights or the politics fight?
Yes, you vote and the government we chose...
But look you're not adult enough
To decide your future and you whiff the snuff...
You declare of sensing the lady of justice;
You fool, letting yourself out immediately,
But are you really not blindfolded or bound?
The balance you see and the sword you flee -
In the air, imbalanced and coloured nectar-filled...
Ah, yes! Red nectar and yet power-free!
You think of being stronger than the lady,
The one standing since years before you born;
Then what to say to the governments of years many:
Costing the things higher than their lives!
"People die; it's a usual thing,"
But not the kids of five and the learners with high life;
Not the people trying to find answers;
They'll die at their time, but who are we to decide?
Will you forgive me if I say I killed one?
And why would anyone take your pick?
You took the wrong journey, wrong decision, wrong worries;
Why would anyone believe?
The time has come when things make sense to me:
One hand is burning and another is ready with shawl
But the brain with some nerve injury -
Will it allow to cross the bridge?
Will you take the rupee in your hand and say,
"I won't flee to another side but stay inside"?
My words are spoken, and my eyes can see, ears listening,
But look I have no access to the explosions' site;
I have the internet and typing fingers
But no brain or heart and I still survive
In this country called mine...
I have trust to see it one day - being uptight, then right!
I'm not asleep but somewhere lost in the fights
Look, I'm not taking sides!

Stories...

“मेरी story… real है… Life में end में सब ठीक हो जाये, यह ज़रूरी तो नहीं…”

“इसलिए तो हम happy ending कहानियों में ढूंढते हैं!”

-Kapoor and Sons (2016)

The night is spread over with a sheet of stars and the moon shines above her. She is dreaming in her sleep; sleeping in her dreams. She's been asleep for a long time but she’s waiting for the prince charming who will wake her up and take her from that dungeon/palace protected by a dragon. Wait a second, why would someone curse her this? Is that really a curse or a boon? I mean, she’s literally protected by a “dragon”, and yeah, she’s not getting her freedom but who needs it in their sleep!! What are these stories!?

The fairy tales have been retold in their newer versions, the ones we feel attached to and want the next generation to keep up to. We don’t want the kids to wait for someone; rather, we want them to be the saviour of themselves. We want them to live in the worlds where the real witch does not come up with a fruit, but a laptop saying you must do the work as the work will make you wealthier. 

I’m in search of stories. My family used to tell me bedtime stories. In them, my Dadi taught me how to make Khichdi; Dada told me how the king didn’t bear injustice; sista advised me how seven of the sisters were adult enough to make their own homes; Mi & Paa never missed a chance to suggest me a good one to read and I remember how inspiring that was to see Sudha Murthy being a female engineer and a writer, and Dr. I K Wijaliwala being the Messiah Doctor. (Even my little brother used to tell us stories when he was four or five.) I’ve slept well in my childhood. I’ve got to know that your body heals faster when you rest – and what could be better than healing your souls from little injuries of reality?

I love Tamasha. I’m not “that attached” to stories and the fictional worlds, but at the end the plot shows how easy it is to change your own story. And that’s the thing, the concept that I loved. When at one point we have Kapoor and Sons with the above dialogue, the same movie ends with the resolution of Tamasha's concept: rather than “end में सब ठीक हो जाता है”, it’s more about “अपनी story है, तो ending बदल देते हैं”… You can change your beliefs; you can change the story; you can change your life.

The stories are always the same. It is said that there are 7 types of stories and whatever we listen to as a story is from those 7 kinds: always the same, just some different version. So, I realised I liked to listen to only a few stories which have good ending, cliff ending, which have this and that; I realised my demands were not high. It’s out there, the story, but not everyone can make you listen to theirs. There are people whose stories are interesting, literally in the way you want to know because something similar has/had happened to you. Now when you’re listening, you already know where it’s going but you keep listening just to make that happen; just to have your heart be blessed in the same situation again. Sometimes you start advising based on your stories. Sometimes it’s something that you wish should happen to you in future. And sometimes, the storyteller is a boring one that you don’t listen to and that’s fine too. BUT THE STORY YOU ALWAYS LISTEN TO.

Nowadays, I’m not reading much novels. My priorities have changed. The story I used to search in books, that search is always there, just that now I search it in myself; I search the different versions I want to hear in my writing pieces. It can be anywhere; as a kid, you may have the bedtime tales; in school, you may have the textbooks of languages that you may have read twice or thrice or more times; as an adult, you may have tried to write a letter to your loved ones; as a matured experienced person, you may have courage to tell your story or your version of the story. Be it any ways, you must have searched for the stories when talking to your God, right? Right?

Let me be honest, I listen to stories on YouTube, whether they’re by Nilesh Misra or an unknown person in some open mic – I listen to them. But there comes a point where you know that you don’t want the story to continue. It may be negative. It may be non-related. It may be written badly. But when you’re searching for setting your stories in the words' game, sometimes the emotions may get missed. And nowadays, when there are so many people presenting their lives before us through open mics and social media, I think the real meaning of the stories gets digged in the mind-sets of people. Because you just can’t say anything that rhymes and that comes to your mind. I’ll definitely get attached to a postman story as the post system brings nostalgia, but you can not just present some random written piece on feminism that shows meaning-less rage! You’ll find me all ears to the story of a chocolate factory but I’ll definitely be sleeping when you’ll speak about her Zumkhas as I’m not impressed with the most cliché descriptions of love stories. When you say the person dies but it’s still a good ending, I will watch the film, but if you convince me to watch a typical masala movie and the movie is forced to end with a happy ending, I’ll kill you then. XD

This does not refer to readers and writers only but all the people. The portrait photos are captured as live: the eyes should speak in the photo; just that way, I want the living people as alive and their emotions living parallel; I want the inanimate to get the lives.

No filmy time here, just the story time. Many of you shared your secrets with me on Instagram. I’ve kept them safe. But here is the time and here is the chance. Comment or mail your stories you want to share. Just for the sake of telling it. Just for the sake of sharing some pleasure and some pain. I’m good at listening. And I’m good at making you listen to me if I wish to ;)

Stories are made with memories and sharing them is the only way we’re connected.

Justification!

I was late. No new story. I tried explaining and Sir refused to listen to it.

No no, he doesn’t know that I’m always late, so I could be late on that day only, but he still didn’t listen to me. The point is: maybe my two wheeler got a punctured tier in the morning; maybe someone is ill in my family today and so I had to handle that situation; maybe it was a kind of emergency that needed my morning’s time and I couldn’t explain which kind of emergency that was. But why didn’t he listen to me? Why are there always those people who don’t need any explanations and are always negatively looking at the situations? Even if I’m lying, can’t they listen to my bluffing to have some fun!? (Yeah, I’ve seen these people too, lol!)

And then there are people like me who needs explanation in every case. Every case, literally! I mean, I’m there telling my Mi to make some food and when she changes the recipe, I want the explanation! When Paa says I can’t do that particular thing, I need an explanation why I can’t do that! (Is it because I’m a girl? Huh! Lol!) I need the explanations and I need the justifications.

I had a problem with this. Seeking for answers and saying how I feel was leading no where. Besides, I heard that you don’t need justifications when you’re close to someone. Yeah, I was sad because of this line. The thing is, you believe in yourself but no one does in you more than you do! And that’s the point: no one knows why you believe in yourself! There’s no justification for them.

Even you can’t define what it is to you, but try explaining things to others and you’ll realise that by doing that, you’re answering yourself too. When you’re stuck somewhere and can’t find the way out, ask others and say where you want to go; that’s actually the time when you’ll realise that you’re lost.

So, here I’m changing the philosophical line upside down: you need justifications only when you’re close to someone! Tda! This is it! Try explaining your reason to those negative people who don’t want to listen a word why you’re late and your explanations won’t matter! Try advising those who don’t come asking for one, and you’ll realise how much it hurts when you’ve spread your gyan with these non-sensible  people. (Here, keep in mind that there are two types of people: one are those who actually need your advice {they may say bad to you for your honesty but will realise somehow and will follow your advice soon} and two who are there just to pour their heart out in the name of getting your advice which they will not gonna follow!) Try justifying why you forgot her birthday and she’ll leave the real anger/pain by accepting that mug of coffee! Try to make your parents understand why you won’t be doing what they want in your future and it will take some time but they will get your point saying “It’s all about you!”… It’s all about pampering your heart! (Perhaps with a silly clarification!)

When I say I’m in search of justifications, I mean I need answers for all the crimes; for why India was rich and now so poor; why we can’t find another Earth or why we aren’t taking much steps to save her. I need the answer why you have seen my message and not have replied me soon; I need to know why the cab driver has cancelled my ride and why someone touched my food!

This may seem irritating, but I don’t care. As long as you have the answers, it’s the other one who’s getting bored of answering you! And it’s obvious that it calms both of you – you have said, s/he has heard, now go back to your routine. It’s up to you how you describes and then up to the listener as what s/he gets… but then, just leave it at that. You did your best, and maybe listening to you was emotional, or fun, or just nice, or fake/wrong!

Chances are 3/4 and you’ll love to take a chance on adding someone to your list of your listeners. Chances are 3/4 that you’ll feel good listening to someone’s answers today..!

Filmy Time: "Woh koi bhagwan toh nahi jo tumhare kuchh bataye bina hi tumhe jaan jaye!" -Rabne Bana Di Jodi (words may differ, meaning is the same!)

Work

“Main apne dad ke paise kharch karta hoon…”

–Wake Up Sid (2009)

I’ve become this since a while. “Main apne paise kharch karti hoon…” and I do nothing else. (feels like it!)

 

Wake Up Sid (2009)

Yes, sometimes I think that it’s okay, at least I’m not Sid – wasting Paa’s money. I’ve been to 2 trips and they were entirely funded by me. The first trip was actually based on my ego:

1.       Goa with friends… “Look, people!” (I’m still proud XD)

2.       Paa once said, “travel only after you start earning”, and that’s where the ego jumped on. ‘_’ (I’ve travelled a lot, but it’s always lesser than our expectations!)

No, I’m not yet getting any salary, it’s just the stipend, but I thought it would be okay to explore new things and learn to save money and have my family and friends to get some fun together – like – “Puri zindagi tumhare paise se ghuma hoon; aaj meri bari hai…” (-Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara) but lately it’s been just that! I’ve reduced a lot of extra spending, but maybe it’s the time that’s affecting me. I know I enjoy being busy, but the work seems nothing compared to old days.

‘In Search of Work’, I’m not really. I have started learning Sanskrit and Italian. I think it’s good to travel a place when you know the language and culture, and that’s why I chose these languages. The Sanskrit has been in my list since a few years, and I’ve got the time to know my roots. Italian, because it’s easy and Italy has been the number one in my bucket list. The book editing is slower than I expected, but I’m keeping it continued. Haven’t read a book since long; haven’t meditated; haven’t really been into my routine!

The point is: it gets hard sometimes. The way you feel, the thoughts you have about your life, drench you in the pool of nothingness, and what you do is just keep swimming without realizing that your body has gone numb due to the cold water. At the end, you think that it’s good that you survived, but did you really? Does ‘surviving only’ make sense? The trip to the greens of South India was like any other trip, perhaps lesser than other trips. But every time we break the routine, we realize that it was not supposed to be the ‘greatest of all’, it was just supposed to be something more than the leveled.

Being in search of work is doing the routine again, with realizing that you’re doing it. Yes, it will happen what is supposed to happen, but it matters when you realize that you lived that part; it matters when your work gets appreciated by your boss rather than just having it done because your boss asked for it; it matters that the lover gets a flower from you because it was the routine to meet every day at the lunch and this time you thought it would be great to have the Parathas with a flower and a beautiful smile; it matters every damn time when you sit at the dining table and rather than just having the dinner, you discuss on how the day has been to your family and how the world is changing (for no reason at all). Work and the extra work will consume a lot from your daily time; so, be prepared if you’re in search of work, the actual work, because it will be there, with some satisfaction and a pinch of happiness.

‘Go with the flow’ is a way to solace yourself when you’re tired of trying to make it changed and it doesn’t be that way, but it should not be applied to your everyday life. You’re not okay with the unjust, with the uncertainty and wildness. You have limits and that’s how you can’t let it just be as it is! You put an effort to make it happen – you put an effort to get the Chandrayan land on the moon’s side where no space shuttle has ever been, and it may take years and years, but you can’t say it was supposed to happen/the mission was supposed to get failed! 

Wake Up Sid (2009)

The preparations may get slower and in between those time, you may think that the work has always been this; but it’s time to appreciate… It’s time to have that old work in your hands and complete it with some cheers… It’s time to get excited for the new thing that the world has never seen… It’s time to write the book which the world has never read… It’s time to talk to your close ones and have some stargazing and discuss philosophies… It’s time to be extrovert and spend some money and travel when you feel like it rather than just getting it planned for the particular holidays… Let me say, it’s time to start that routine of sitting before the small temple of your home and time to wake up early and sharing tea with family than taking the star bucks’ cup in your hand… It’s time to enjoy the sleep; look, it’s time, 10 pm!

Visual time: Bye… it’s no Netflix day today; it’s time for some Courage the Cowardly Dog!

Sanity

Perhaps it’s all in my mind; perhaps not.

What really is this world and why should we be sane to define this insanity? If we don’t know the real meaning of the world and the life, then aren’t we the only creatures who are insane? Because at one point we think we are smart enough to decide what we are: a human who can invent those things which make his life easier at living (read: miserable)

Okay… Let me come to the point. The way we live is exactly what we have thought in our mind. We say we’re tired of this summer; see, we got our AC. But have we really got anything from our life? The way to live is what we have achieved but the way of how to live can not be.

Remember, you were born crying. Even if you had the knowledge of whole of the universe, about the galaxy explosion, and about the time and the light speed, you still weren’t able to express it. Now, when you’re a grown up, an adult with sillier problems which you think are the centre of the universe, do you really think you’re gonna express it even after knowing the solution? When you thought that your neighbours are pain in the eyes, you knew the solution that either you have to take steps like making them so frustrated that they would leave the house or find a new home for your own self. Now, even after knowing the solution, did you do that? Well, I must say you surely took another option of not doing a thing about your solution and start complaining about them in front of whoever visits your house! (Damn you! Stop wasting your time and your relatives’. And stop sacrificing your health and blood pressure for God’s sake!)

How nice would it be if you could turn the volume up so high that the neighbours would understand themselves! How lively would it be to find someone as crazy as you that you both would dance in the rain without thinking of the others. When my mind says ‘run’, from the situation I know I’m not handling well and from the situations about to follow, I should run but I don’t. Reading the nonfiction motivational books and following the quotes said by great men which are only applicable in their lives, I think somewhere we have lost the meaning of living our life on our own terms. Looking at those who run from their works are definitely some negative persons but sometimes there are people who would have done better if they would have just left from the place they didn’t belong to.

At one time of your life, you say to your parents that you’ll only marry the girl you are in love with; and after a few years, you are afraid to leave her. The moment when there was the pressure of the whole world (I mean, society which is the world to you and esp to your parents) but you still won the situation. Now when you want to divorce her, you feel more pressure even after getting the freedom. “Bola tha na, arrange marriage is the best!”, “Suna? Woh Padosh ke Verma-ji ka beta abhi divorce le rahaa hai… Apne Ma-Baap se aise jagdo toh yahi honewala tha n!”, “Naak kata di tumhare bete ne!”… Aren’t you afraid of these rather than being on your own after your wife will leave you!?

“I have hopes from you.” My Paa once said, just a few days ago. It was not merely me passing my last year saying that I wished to complete my under graduation and then putting a clear step towards my goals (Mind me, one of my goals was to become a doctor; but then, of course, there are other goals which are more worthy to me!), but my family too had some of the same goals...

I’ve become an introvert, but most of the times, I’m still an extrovert. People have changed the meaning of the word. Yes, I talk much more than the introverts, but it doesn’t only mean in way of speaking, but expressing too. There were times, when I had regretted my decisions (and I proudly accept them); when I thought I could be better if I would have expressed myself better. So, being insane, for me, is being an extrovert. And we all should be, to show how beautiful we’re inside out, how honest we are to them as well as to self.

Miracle! I found two meanings of insanity: with and without soundness of mind! I will of course feel ashamed being a medical internee and a writer for the slightest of sanity in me, which I’m in search of, so that I can wash it away. After all, talking to an unknown person looking at you, calling a known person to "actually" know how's life going, and being a non-busy friend, is insane!

Philosophy time: It’s only after you’ve lost everything, you’re free to do anything!

-Fight Club

Go to marry the love of your life. Go to gym because you want to look nice in the championship or in front of the girl. Disturb your neighbours. Go to seek the meaning of your life leaving everything behind. Talk to the unknown storyteller and avoid the person you hate even if it’s your boss. Be honest to your loved ones, perhaps hard but you’re their only mirror they will turn to in future. Be insane!

I still have too many things to lose. But perhaps, I don’t want to be free. Perhaps, I’m insane enough to fight for no reason at all. And who knows, one day I’ll come back to my senses, when I’ll be brave and extrovert enough for not crossing these lines out above, when I’ll be what I’ve dreamed of my life!

Being A Patriot

“My Monsoon”: The Story of A Soldier’s Wife

Outside I see autumn leaving,

And the sound of twirling leaves

Calling me,

The nature wants me changed,

But avoiding it and ignoring-

Here I stay and here I sleep.

And I make it annoyed,

Because I look at it-

Through the open door

Smelling the spring wind.

And well with no efforts,

I lay there-

Buried deep in the grey winter shawl.

For others, I remain dead,

But I want my hope to be there,

Because it’s the way I am-

Wanting this weather to be changed for me.

I wait for the monsoon fragrance,

As it will make me alive,

Because the footsteps in the dark wet clay-

Is the only hope-

And only evidence-

When I’ll not lie but run to my kitchen;

When he will come

And eat the sweet dish that I’ve prepared-

And say,

“I missed you.”

Then I’ll sleep and not die,

Talking to his breaths telling me all the lies,

And I’ll accept them,

As my heart is not like him

And I can’t share my love-

Like he does.

But his love,

Oh! His painful love!

When gets him victory at the war

And allows us all to sleep;

He still does not know-

His love does not do that to me…

He still does not know-

I’m killing my dreams…

I have always been a family person. And the thought never came to me that I should join the defence service. I was a little kid when I used to say that I would become an IAS officer, but obviously I didn’t want to study much and so I lost my interest. (Look, I took medical field! Ha!) Then I did some research on becoming a medical doctor for military (inspired from Dr. John Watson) and I realized just a day later that I would rather listen to their stories and bring them to the world than be a doctor for them. The point is, like millions of people in this country I wanted to do something for my nation but didn’t realize that I already am doing it.

It is good that due to internet, due to people being ‘bold’ enough to speak out, we have understood the value of the Jawans. Now we know that Indian Military is the second largest active military ranked at fourth position in the world rankings and our Navy and Air Force stand at seventh and fourth ranks. But is it helping the Jawans actually or is it just a debatable topic for us? The real meaning of being a nationalist is lost somewhere between doing something for the nation and only speaking up that India is a poor country.

In the largest growing economy of the world, we’re happy to be born and being a part of the most diverse nation. But aren’t we the ones who feel patriotic when there’s an attack on us due to terrorists or when our force attack them or when our cricket team wins? Believe it or not, but can you think how dumb you actually sound when you tweet about what the Sarkar and the Armed Forces should do? I mean, honestly, you’re an unemployed person and you have a brain like the size of a pea and you keep advising people around you and on social media! There are so many people suggesting their unappreciated views by sitting in front of an equally idiot box. Yes, you should share your words, your views; please share your happiness and share how proud you feel by our force, but stop faking the patriotism. Stop changing the meaning of this beautiful word.

I write about this because I’ve been the Arnab Goswami of my What’s App group. I’ve been there when I invited people to ‘discuss’ about the current sensations and then have made their mouths shut. (Nowadays, I mostly avoid ‘discussions’ because I hate losing and I hate it when people don’t have enough points to prove themselves, but only a loud voice. Nowadays, I don’t debate because I accept what the situations at the national level can be and I should not imagine those horrible things for someone else while I am staying calmly lied over my bed.)

And look at the people nowadays. They are talking about these big things and then shifting to Canada. They are sharing their unwanted opinions about why nation needs their guidance by preparing for IELTS to move to Australia. They say ‘India has no opportunities and I want to earn more’ by coming back to India for a royal wedding by the money they have earned in the USA. Excuse me, being a patriot enough to stay here providing my service to this nation, I’m having an opinion about you, more valuable than yours about this nation, that you should rather stay there singing ‘Vande Mataram’ and not transferring your dollars to Indian rupees please, because if you have more money to make then we have more milestones to get, and for that you’re not invited to this country. I’m not saying you should not go outside in the foreign countries; please go, and have some great work done for the name of our country, but coming back and forth exchanging money affects the Indian economy. If you’re staying there being a citizen, you’re already doing great for this country, probably better than us that you decrease the population and on the other hand making us all proud doing some great work.

At the end, I don’t know the scale of patriotism, but I’m improving day by day, and so are people around me. The great thing is that before any TV news we get to know about our situations because you all share them on social media sincerely supporting one another. I’m seeing the change as we’re constantly improvising the system. Even though people are unemployed, they are educated and that’s how we grow. Even for the sake of social media, when you donate some amount to people affected by calamities, when you donate some amount to our martyrs’ family, you’re making this country proud. (1. You can always influence your parents and the people for the funding if you’re not independent. 2. Donation is a noble deed when one hand donates and the other doesn’t know.)

I’m grateful for the teachers, who have been educating the future generations since ages; the doctors who are suturing the wounds of this nation; the lawyers and judges who are bettering the justice system day by day; the students who are confident enough to present their ideas before this country’s hopes; the engineers who are building the future; the citizens and all service providers who make India proud; and the warriors who are exposed to the battles outside and inside to protect this nation and to make this nation dream for higher.

Movie Time:

Rang De Basanti (2006) dialogue

Acceptance

A few years ago, I was wandering in Paldi area. A car came by and stopped near the sidewalk and the man who was driving the car asked me, “Which is the way to go to Maninagar?” There were three roads and I was totally confused as I didn’t know my city well. His grandparents who were quarreling over which road to take, eagerly looked at me, and I said, “I don’t know. You can check Google maps.” And they laughed. That day, for the first time, not knowing an answer didn’t make me feel guilty because I started accepting that I can’t know everything. (And another thing I learned that day was how not to answer lame!)

So, here come the toughest parts, ‘why to accept’ and ‘how to accept’. There are two situations:

1.       You are working a lot and now you’re tired. You still think that you’ll complete the project in one hour before sleeping. Now here, you need to accept the fact that you’re tired; your brain is tired. Either your one-hour-work will take two-three hours or you’ll complete it in one hour on bad terms. The only thing you must do is to control your mind and take a good nap and complete the project in the early morning. (For a backup, you can make a copy of that unfinished project and wake up two hours earlier to finish it just in case something goes wrong.)

2.       Your boss calls you at the office. This is the day that can get you a promotion but your heart is just not ready to do it. Now here is the time when you take a sip of water and start your presentation rather than accepting the fact that your heart is feeling weak and you should stop this thing. Not to complete what you have started or avoiding the presentation day is not a brave thing.

These two situations show us that you can’t accept any random thing that comes in your mind. You have to analyze the situation and you have to keep in mind what the consequences can be. You should have done your project and your presentation on the day they were given rather than procrastinating; if you haven’t, rather than being stressed out at the end time, you should accept what had happened and what will happen. Accept the fact, challenge yourself with what you have done and what you can do. You can do the one-hour project later in the morning but you can’t say “Boss, will present tomorrow”/run from there.

Now look at our parents and us. We show ourselves as cool people pretending that our parents are cool; and Indian parents actually are. (Because, they are the most sarcastic people you have ever known! Duh!) So, just accept that you’re not Sharmaji’s son kinda perfect-sanskari kid and they are not as cool as I-support-my-son Sharmaji (because you’re not Sharmaji’s son kinda…)

Remember what Mark Manson has quoted in his book The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck,

“While there is something to be said for ‘staying on the sunny side of life,’ the truth is, sometimes life sucks, and the healthiest thing you can do is admit it.”

If I say in medical terms, if you take a step towards this acceptance of the situation, you stay a few steps away from suffering from the Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. In simple words, OCD means you become obsessive over a thing and keep doing that, thinking that if it won’t happen that way something will go wrong. (e.g. exaggerated form of Monica’s cleanliness, the ‘Turtles All the Way Down’ book’s Aza’s situation, etc.) The therapy is just to accept whatever is going on around you: it is fine if you don’t wash your hands every time, or don’t clean your house as you regularly do; it won’t kill anyone. So, I say, it’s okay if you fail, just accept and take some lessons and start doing your studies or your work again; it’s acceptable if your boyfriend doesn’t bring the gift on the valentine’s day; it’s totally fine if you take vacation from the routine you have always loved.

Just accept: sometimes it will help you and sometimes it will be the only option. Because when you accept, you evolve!

चलचित्र Time: 'हाँ तो?!' मुझे नही पता था कि 'तो' में इतनी ताकत होती है... 'हाँ तो!?' बोलो और आगे का sentence null हो जाता है... -Zakir Khan (कक्षा ११वीं)
So, say, 'so what- if your room is full of mess; if you failed; if you couldn't get married this year; if you didn't get the job...' and add what you can do. The words after 'but I can' really count...

Becoming A Med Student

“Scholars get admission in medical. It’s not your field!”

First of all, study harder in your high school years and when you get admission, say: “in your face!”

No, this never happened with me, but I surely would have done this! Ha ha!

People should know that it is hard to be stuck at your routine. High school years, for some people like me, are tough when there’s not a thing for entertainment. Our TV had been off for those years; Paa had said “No” for novel reading; no outings with friends; maybe watched one movie in the theatre for whole of the year. Although I used to do Facebook in my PC for a while, but it was strictly scheduled. When my high school was gonna start, my Paa asked me if I wanted a mobile and I denied easily. I was in contact with my friends through family phone; I didn’t want any other distractions.

People like me also get bored when there is nothing else to do. I started writing then, in my 12^th. My classmates used to take those books from me, because they liked reading those stories and was the only entertainment thing for them too. Sometimes I think if that was my not-so-good-decision, the writing, but no, I don’t regret it. Although I think I should have studied more than that. Even when my Paa asked me if I wanted to take the exam of GUJCET again after a year’s gap, but I said no. I regretted nothing. Well, where I’m right now is good. Sometimes I think it is better than other colleges, because at the end, you have your friends and classmates here and you know that it can’t be better than this.

·         Are you sure you want to be a Dr? Why? Get these answers ready first.

(Do not say: my family’s wish, Maths is boring so Biology, do not want to be an engineer, etc.)

·         So, if you’re in search of medical science, don’t worry. Get easy with your routine but never lose it. Stay firm in your passion. If you want to be doctor, marks won’t affect you. Just have a will to be a doctor and one of these options:

1.       Good marks in NEET

2.       Rich family

3.       Middle class family (middle-middle or lower-middle or lower) SEARCH ABOUT CM SCHOLARSHIP AND OTHERS

4.       Middle class family: there are EDUCATION LOANS too.

So, if you’re not getting admission in government, don’t worry. There are other ways. You just have to be firm with your passion and be fixed to your study.

·         Do not listen to people who are distracting you. If you want to be a Dr, remember there should be no option B. vice versa, you should not come in medical field if you’re dedicated to other field. I’m that one in this example. I didn’t regret my decision of this college but the decision of getting admission in ‘medical’ branch. I know, it was all happy moment for me and my family when my admission was confirmed, but after a few days I felt like I didn’t belong here. Around 2 years passed, and then I got myself back. My old high-school-self, who used to study for her own sake. I have even seen students here who had good marks in first year but due to disinterest in studies and field, they got consistently poor. Only one thing is there that can lead you to become a good Dr and it is the constant wish to become one.

·         Marks don’t matter; how you treat the patient matters. And marks will only show up in your sheet when you have good understanding of the diseases (So marks do matter). Study hard but study effectively. Study to treat the patient. Study to get admission for your PG entrance. Don’t just do IMPs for passing the exam. Instead of slowing someone down, get some speed. Study in groups, teach and learn. Study with interest.

·         Keep in mind: you’re nothing special. So what if you have get your medical admission!? There are thousands of students in this branch. So what if you’re first among them? Celebrate, but at the end, you’re studying with other 100-200 students in the same college. Be happy. Be thankful. But keep in mind: always be ready to learn. Yes, you’re good with knowledge, so share it instead of just showing off.

At the end, nothing is hard. You’re here or will be here with your passion. This field needs your constant concentration and hard work, otherwise there’s nothing hard about it. Outsider studying MBBS is as hard as a Dr studying an arts course without interest. It is all about will.

Weddings

…where I can get good food. (veere zidd apni)

Writing this one after attending lots of marriages. Yes, I still am in search of weddings. Have you visited any close one? Because when it ends, it feels like school days after vacation. You know, returning back to your routine where you have to listen to your boss, or your teacher, or your patient, and you feel like nothing’s going right. Yes, obviously you’re not meant to deal with bad situations for all days and for whole of the day; you’re meant to have a gulabjamun after completing an assignment, but instead what you get is another assignment for your lonely selfless night.

               

If it’s your marriage, you’ll definitely feel like Kalindi (Kareena Kapoor Khan) from Veere Di Wedding. I accept that the movie was super duper bakwas and there was nothing in the story. But girl! I loved the characters. What they felt like or how the actors performed didn’t matter. Plot is not realistic but obviously how can it be? It is Bollywood. So looking towards the character only; it’s well shown that she thought it happened too fast or something happened that shouldn’t have. Every person before the marriage may think, “I think I proposed too early” or “I think I won’t be able to handle a whole new family”. For others it may be the festival, but for them it’s like a war. A big battle they are fighting with own self and I don’t know why but they never come to any side till they’re at the wedding hall ­­– well-dressed. Why does the bride have to look back at the door to find her hero so that she can run with him and why does the groom have to stand in front of the mirror for the first time in his life just before the ceremony!? I would like to ask, is that pressure the same as an exam pressure or much more than that or nothing at all compared to it?

Let’s have some info:

There are 8 types of marriages in Hindu Dharma:

1.       Brahma Vivah: girl’s father asks boy. Dowry system.

2.       Prajapatya Vivah: boy asks girl’s father. Happily get married.

3.       Daiva Vivah: Father impressed by boy. Gives daughter as a gift.

4.       Rishi Vivah: Rishi asks King. King gives Princess and cows for Rishi’s life.

5.       Gandharva Vivah: girl and boy like each other. Run away to get married.

6.       Rakshas Vivah: girl is ready. Kidnapping her with/out her permission. Then they get married.

7.       Asura Vivah: boy gives money to buy girl.

8.       Pishacha Vivah: forcible marriage.

And thank your God that in 21^st century, most of you are not dealing with all of these tensions. Your only thoughts are: she’s also getting married, I’m not getting any husband, I will be forever alone, food should not have to be bad!

Honestly, this movie does not deserve much attention but obviously ‘Love Breakups Zindagi’ does. Half of the movie is in wedding ceremony and you would love to watch how little conversations with unknown ones attach us. You would be surprised to see how family is so important; not that we are together for the ceremony, but they’re with us as our backbone. It’s amazing how bride’s maids are there all the time with the bride, handling her, in selfishness of having good pictures in the album. Believe it or not, but when the family with wedding ceremony thinks that they have to deal with people’s critics and should spend (read: waste) more money, they don’t know that people don’t come there actually for looking at their happy life but for being a part of their happy life.

Weddings are always about celebrating the feeling that you have. By dancing. By singing. People must understand that weddings should not make you tiresome. Don’t take so much stress that you can’t even enjoy your own ceremony. Don’t attend weddings if you don’t feel like it. People like me who criticize food should not pass comments to everyone. Be a part of happiness. Enjoy. Cry the tears of joy. At the end, listen to the Shehnai playing in your heart. (It’s saying ‘you’re happy’ and not ‘you should get married’.)

PS. I’m the liking-old-kind-of-weddings person. I like to dance on dhol and shehnai rather than dj (exception: Atul Dada’s garba) I like old wedding songs where old grannys curse the bride or the groom, whoever is on the opposite side. I like to throw flowers towards bride and groom literally disturbing them in the 7फेरे rather than sitting on a chair and greeting them with flower petals. No, I don’t like musicals ringing in background but the voice of people chattering. I know I’m old-school but I love it. This should be preserved as people are missing out from the actual celebration. Let me know what you like in weddings and how you like it – new tradition or old one.

Happyness

“That maybe happiness is something that we can only pursue and maybe we can actually never have it. No matter what.”

-The Pursuit of Happyness (2006)

I am happy. Well, I did ask everyone if they’re in search of anything. So, this one is what I got in one of the answers. Yes, I too am in search of it. I’m happy, but… (read above quote)

The way we get happy is different. When I was little, for me, happiness was not going to KG school. When I started going to my primary school, I loved my routine. There were moments when I had got prizes, and was so happy that I almost cried living those moments. When I’m living my college life, I’m not so happy about it not even when I get prizes; but I’m when I’m with my friends passing comments in the ongoing lecture or when I’m with my whole family. For me, Happ’y’ness has always been “I loved your work/song/weirdness” (in detail, of course! That’s how I know that actually you have listened to me or read me) rather than “Hey, you look good!” (Urgh… I always look good!)

Happy moments are big. Really?

For me, not attending KG was big; getting gifts was big; and now it’s either very big as getting a job of a millionaire or a little happy moment of eating an ice-cream (big moment for a child, yeah!).

People often ask me, “you don’t like your college, right?”

And I have to say, every time, “it’s all about the situation.”

It is as simple as not liking my school as all of my batch mates won’t be there now; my favorite teachers are either there have forgotten me or got retired from the school (some will be there, still remembering me, but it’s not the same); and me being too old for schools (which I never thought of actually).

So, right now, I love my college. I want to live every moment of my college life and I’m living. How I study, what lectures I bunk, is all upon me and I love it. I know, because I’m firm with my decisions and I’m never gonna regret a thing. If you’re just going there, for nothing, then don’t push yourself. I’m not saying you should leave everything, what I’m saying is you must understand yourself and the way you’re gonna feel better than this. The way your life makes you happy and the way you make your life happy is up to you. When you laugh reading or listening to a joke, are you pushing yourself? No! Happyness comes when you accept who you are, what you do, and what affects you.

When you think your life is hurting you or God is punishing you, when you think “Why me?”, there you don’t hesitate for a moment making your happiness rely on other things. Why do that? When Jerry had this great operation where the doctors and nurses personally knew him, where they were shocked seeing him happy rather than being confused or sad for knowing that operation may or may not be successful, he only said: “Good luck team. I hope you make this successful. Either I’ll have a few minutes of happy life or I’ll have a long happy life. What I can choose is to live it happily or not. I chose one option. Now it’s your time, why are you sad?” and operation went successful. (School-time story)

I like travelling since I was a child. I liked roller coaster and all the rides, now I don’t. I feel like I’ve wasted my time and money. I like nature. My friend, opposite to me, likes rides fairly more than nature. She blames me. I blame her. At the end, we both are happy doing what we love. She sits in rides; I sit waiting for her outside that crowded place.

Yes, it’s perverse when you feel happy being one Raman Raghav (I’m talking about real, not the artistic movie with the same name); when you laugh at some Sridevi jokes; when you’re satisfied seeing someone’s fall in her/his career. Be happy when you’re promoted, what good will it be to you seeing someone falling?

Tips:

• Go somewhere/Be alone for a while.
• Have a get-together with friends (old/new): studies show friends make you happy more than anything else in the world (not even family) about 70%
• Cry for a while.
•  Look back to your past. Sweet memories will remind you of the happiness and you’ll be happy. Bad memories will strengthen you for future saying what you did was great. If this is reversed, remind yourself to be happy for everything. Why?! Because, “Happyness”.
• Remind yourself to be happy always. Your heart will be cheerful and mind will like that, so HE will accept it instantly and will follow the lead always.
• Think what makes you actually happy. Do that.
• Make your surrounding colorful.
• At the end,

ज़िंदगीभर जियो, हँसो, मुस्कुराओ,

क्या पता, कल दाँत हो ना हो...

PS. Answer to Avani

PSS. "Happyness" word has some "feels"... (In case, you're wondering)

Roots of Motivation

Exam is coming | sibling’s wedding is there | My mind is all messed up.

So what I need is motivation.

You don’t realize but motivation comes in odd kind of ways, and you’re motivated when you have least expected it.

So, here’s what I believe:

You’re a tree. The branches are all your work. But to grow yourself and to remain healthy and positive, you need water and nutrition, which is knowledge. Now, to gain it, you expect your limbs and brain to do some efforts and that’s how you’ll grow. To take the nutrition and water, you’ll definitely need the root. The chief root is motivation.

From a cartoonist to a writer, from an actor to a politician, from a family member or a friend to an unknown social media follower, I take inspiration. My idols are too many. It’s not that they all have to be creative or some great people! Everyone is unique. If you’re following one as a role model, aren’t you doing injustice to yourself? You’re a whole different person; just think that you and your idol are from different families, schools, at least, you’ve faced different situations in life; if you’ll follow her/him alone, doesn’t mean that you will be able to become that person; you won’t even be yourself. Some live their life to the fullest and some do not; some people like to be at work and some like to do art and travelling; some people are happy alone and some like to spend their time with friends and family; some people want to change the world and some people want to change their surroundings only: what you do and from what you get inspired is total different and still can be the same. It doesn’t mean you must be at some place at some time with certain people; motivation is all about handling the uncertain places and situations with different kind of people. (Even if you want to be with a certain your-type-of person, how long does it take her/him to be changed? And well, at the end, situations are always different.)

I always thought that it was my weakness that I needed motivation after some time. To keep yourself motivated is not a weakness. You’re not a robot that always feels the same and is motivated in all the circumstances.

There are two kinds of people:

1. (This one includes me) Who work great under pressure

2. Who can’t work under pressure (You know, who get depressed)

Even I tell my friends to scold me in my reading vacation. It’s good for me that I know what pressure does to me instead of depressing me but still most of the time I’m relaxed. When they think it’s too less time left for exams, I don’t feel that.  (Yes, pressure comes when you’re concerned about that thing.) So, at exam times, 

• I prefer to read self-help motivational books and to watch YouTube videos. 

• I make a timetable. (Make one, so that you’ll have at least 3 things done out of 10 instead of doing nothing at all.) (‘Timetable’ chapter (Gujarati) from school time taught me this: make one even though you can’t follow it; at least you won’t regret not making one. Even our railways can’t follow timetable!)

• I eat, a lot, (side effects of studying), and drink water in study intervals.

• I like writing my diary. (Dear diary, it’s __ o’clock and I’ve read nothing due to__ but will complete at least __ chapters. Saw that video, and I’m gonna apply what the video taught me; let’s see if that works or not.)

There are situations when you want to keep going and for that you want to motivate yourself but get this creator’s block! You have no idea what to do! And sometimes, something (like this tree above) inspires you!

PS. I am writing this blog during my exam time. I know. But it’s because of a secret: I thought I will study more in my TY but I didn’t. Now, you know, exam time is here and you can’t do more than the whole year study (in the last month or week). I did a bit more, due to these motivations! I tried to remind myself how marks used to affect me in school days and my friends and I  used to be ‘rivals’! And a serial which motivated me on the third episode (and which I’m gonna continue watching after my exams because I can’t watch 45 minutes’ episodes); A Dr. about whom I know nothing motivated me (he is not a big surgeon or anything, not even from my family, still); and a random old Mahabharat episode did that too.