Quirk of fate and my courtship...............

Times may be different, one needs to be persistent There would be some highs and lows, better you learn how to control the blows

Indeed I could not follow this
Even when circumstances were abyss

I was stubborn I was aggressive
He was patient and impressive

Despite all the odds we came together
the whole cosmos turned against us, but we dint bother

The maxim opposites attract proved to be right
As with each passing day the glittering sun would be more n more bright

The world seemed to be on our stride
Expectations won’t exist as we decide

Gradually I could not stick to my words
He deflated form his promises and made efforts

Things moved on, so did we
However, why clashes kept multiplying wondered we

On my way to relationship I made innumerable mistakes
He ignored them and treated them to be piece of flakes

Little did I know, that he would be a lethal addiction
And pointless to specify, devoid of any cure and medication

Whenever I was grappling with a situation
He would come to my rescue in every condition

Present he was always, to illuminate my path
Ready I was always, to render him the wrath

Not understanding him was my plight
To my amazement he was always right

There was this time when, I thought we are meant for each other
Very late did I realize he deserves some one better

The very thought of separating from him makes me go uneasy
Nonetheless, I guess I was making him go crazy

I feel this emptiness within me
It seems am unable to breathe n its killing me

My past memories still echoes in my veins
Now the fact that I am alone is driving me insane

With no further wastage of time :

Let me take this opportunity to thank him whole heartedly
And wish him love and luck for the entire life eventually

love
priyanka

Vicious circle of life……

Life is riddle, the more we solve it
The more we get entwined in it

One has to take things as they come
If not, the consequences can be gruesome

For, life does not give a second chance
Those who get are the rare n privileged ones

Twist and turns in life are certain
As we go through the severe pain

Convoluted as it may appear though
We have to accept life’s major blow

I fear of losing all I have, is my plight
Indeed with the hope of getting things right

Qualms and regrets is what all I possess today
When, I sit and muse about today, tomorrow and yesterday

Optimism is my last resort now
Eager for the new sunrise to expunge the haze of snow

bamboozled !!!!!

Friends around me are few
In a over swarming world, seems a strange phew

Why do I have this avid desire of mingling with people?
Why can’t I just persist on my own without being feeble

Why do I look for constant motivation?
When I have no body around, with that intention

Expecting from people, makes our valued time go waste
Resulting in experiences one would never wish to taste

Only preposition, I can think of now is
Being rationale in life is an amalgamated bliss

As the famous saying goes, one has come to this world alone
And so shall one leave, apart from the tribulations you had borne

Why my loved ones can’t hear it, my heart cries aloud with its woes
For whom I have always been on my toes

Please some one observe, It is too clear on my face
However no one is around to notice, is this destiny’s another maze?

I have become too proficient in being thwarted
Presumably it was a gift for me which life crafted

Life is a long and never ending tale
With every move, it at times makes you vivid and pale

I posses, some regrets, some satisfaction and some emotion
With no further speculation, I should not infer conclusion

I resolute to change……..

Overwrought Silence is the word for today
Regardless of tomorrow and yesterday

Standing in oblivion for future
Vulnerably, watching our world rupture

Engrossed in the pain and sorrow
Gone astray, expectancy of better a tomorrow

Indecisive, though about this inkling
On tenterhooks for a new dawn in offing

Vaguely, hopes would not be random
Only if we all concur to work in tandem

Phony hopes should not be infested
Until the obligatory gaffes are corrected

I hope I expect and I wish are prospective expressions
Right ain’t the attitude is my impression

Shifting civilization would not unravel the problem
A genuine attempt is needed to address all of them

The question arises, who would step in
I request volunteer, since it comes from with in

Lets all of us now, promise it to our personage
Before preaching, solitary I would be the first one to change

Satire of Information Age

"Seven days of twinge and misery for Bachchans and seven days of delight and break through for media"

It was 11th October, yet another customary day for all until a news flash came “Amitabh Bachchan has been rushed to hospital as he was complaining of severe abdominal pain”

With the twist of fate, Amitabh was celebrating his 66th birthday. The news instantly reached everyone. Amitabh had been admitted to hospital earlier also (for some other reasons), subsequently this shock had gripped the entire nation. While people started gathering around Amitabh’s palce ( Prateeksha and Jalsa) he was being sent under observation in the hospital

How could our media miss on such a golden opportunity? Editors must have called for urgent summits. Since this was the sole chance for them to cling on to the TRP Game ones again. Clearly, that had been a boring week with no major events happening (in the lives of celebrities) and now they had all the masala in the world to cook the bulletins on Amitabh.

Consequently, the media fraternity started gathering in front of Pratiksha, Jalsa, Nanavati hospital and later Lilavati hospital. Amitabh, is a obsession among people and media is aware of this fact. Therefore, every thing for media community was moving in a well designed pace. It was a major news story which could fetch them with follow up scoops for several days

Only because Amitabh was hospitalized his entire history was being shown on televison news. His career his childhood days, his struggle period, his father, his mother, his son, his wife, his daughter in law, his daughter .Of course we are talking about Amitabh Bachchan. Every aspect concerned about him was taken care off by newspersons (none of particulars pertaining to his life was omitted, even Rekha found her way in news too).

Apparently, Bachchans were the only subject matter of discussion in publications and the (24/7) news channels. The planning strategy started on day one: media people were placed in different locations, Pratiksha, Lilavati being few of them. The gossips found their way through the chai ki tapris’s near hospital (in the suburbs of Juhu) from where media groups kept a steady vigil on the family.

This was just the beginning of fun filled drama. This was nothing less than one of a Amitabh’s film which comprised of all the mellow drama, emotion, fiction, action, rona dhona, tragedy, being the some facets of it only difference it had was that this drama was not on celluloid but on small screen.

The entire nation had been stuck to their respective television screens clearly those people who unfortunately could not make it to Bombay among heaps of people following “BIG B”.
Spectators from the whole country were waiting in huge numbers at the entry and exit points of Pratiksha and Lilavati hospital and leading them were the media people

Fans and media had total different purpose for waiting: for fans, they wanted speedy recovery of their millennium star also some of them wanted to fool media by having some coverage of themselves ( some of them were successful I must admit).
Where as, media people were on the spots to record all the movements made by Bachchans. Needless to say they did not want to miss even a single of glimpse by any of the Bachchans or their closed ones and why not …..they can make news too.

Throughout, mikes were fixed firmly on to the Bachchans…whoever they could get hold of. No private moment was permissible to the family to grieve or to celebrate.

On the contrary journalists were there to make sure that whenever it’s feasible they could carry out some sound bytes, (their interviews). The camerapersons were on their toes all over to get all the obligatory visuals and bites or else they would be fired or would be rebuked by their respective bosses for not being vigilant on the field. As this one was an out and out exclusive story.

Hats off to media who were at their best to deliver even the minutest of the details about Mr.bachchan and family to the ever snooping masses. The details noticeably included:

Amitabh Bachchan had an apple today
He had a glass of water some time back
He will be on a liquid diet for some days
Amitabh just sneezed

This is such an important piece of information. I must express my gratitude to media for covering the news beyond belief and for making never ending episodes and dedicating them to Mr. Bachchan.
After all they are no ordinary people they are “The Bachchans” .......THE NEWS MAKERS.

Now, how can we overlook the exceptional tactics employed by media to lure their audiences and to raise their TRP’s. Series of rumors had been proliferated about Mr.Bachchan and they kept multiplying. Some of them were noted saying “Amitabh is very critical”, some of them said “Amitabh has been discharged” and so on.

Considerably, why this coverage should not be done? After all media has become a business now, Business of selling goods and services. Where in goods and services implies information. To ensure the prosperity of this business, news is being generated, appended with it the unparallel add ons.

While all this was going on a 2 year old boy was stuck under a 100 feet deep bore well in Agra. Hardly reporters were seen covering the incident; neither did the story find its place in the major chuck of news. Beyond doubt, it could have been a well thought out decision. Sonu or Amitabh who would make headlines?
The answer is quite obvious ............

Alas, seven days in and out masaledar coverage was given to Amitabh Bachchan with special tadka .Right through the day one, media followed the Bachchans from Prateeksha to Nanavati to Lilavati to Jalsa

Not to forget we had some unsung heroes in this story as well, who were waiting for a happy finale. A man who made his journey from Allahbad to Mumbai in a rickshaw, pulled by him, landed at the gate of Prateeksha. He kept waiting for Amitabh to return to his place. Besides, he was found distributing pamphlets for prompt recuperation of AB.
A woman sat on an indefinite hunger strike stating that she won’t eat anything until Amitabh recovers.

All these heroes and heroines were given equal weightege and importance by media and were captured by the shutter bugs incessantly.

Lets look at a phase used by a leading media channel, “mega star Amitabh Bachchan was discharged on Friday from Lilavati hospital where he was admitted last week after he complained of severe stomach pain. The actor dressed in white shirt accompanied by wife Jaya in white too, son Abhishek, daughter in law Aishwarya Rai left hospital at around 1040 hours and reached their residence Jalsa at suburban Juhu”. Amitabh bachchan was rushed to nanavati hospital which is barely one kilometer from Pratiksha on 11th of October”

The slightest of details was being accounted,” As if Amitabh is hospitalized was not enough for people, they had to know the distance between the residence of Bachchans and the hospitals.Moreover, the calculations of speed and time were done too..( the time bachchans had taken to reach home from hospital). Besides the dress color was the most vital element which could not be abandoned.


Guess we all know why Mr.Shivraj Patil changes his clothes thrice in a day !!!!!

The chronicle of doldrums

Why do people get upset? Why is that whenever we are dejected and discontented we choose not to communicate, although we still express it involuntarily without being aware of it. Nevertheless we pass on the message silently through our body language and our gesticulations. Remember KATTI….of our childhood days.
Where KATTI….. KATTI……. KATTI , when whispered three times signifies that this was a severe brawl and hence, no communication will take place from now on come what may.
Well I could never figure out answers to these questions but they still keep popping up in ma mind like stubborn frogs.

Well well, I am no psychiatrist neither am I a psychology lover. It is a sheer coincidence that I am writing this. Actually I happen to receive a SMS some days back, the message was from one of my school friends and he asked how am I and all, as we continued to chat a revelation was put to forth…….that he is in a bad mood. So was I that day, due to some reasons, I even wished him same pinch uncanny isn’t.

I mean how many people would say same pinch for being in a bad mood but I was irrational enough to do that . Although, I did that just to cheer him up but as expected it did nothing good for him.
no body could have given it a thought however, very often we get to hear this ……“yaar aaj mood bahut kharab hai”
“ Aaj mera mood off hai”
But I fail to comprehend that apparently dispositions happens but where lies in our body the switch on button( of our mood), why the hell these emotions work on automated mechanisms.

Anyways coming back to the ever complicated question, I don’t really have an apt answer to this but yes it has happened with me, needless to say, it keeps happening to me.

Evidently, every time I am upset I quietly move in to a shell and consciously or unconsciously I form a cyst around me. That is a kind of barricade or a shield which does not permit other people to cross the threshold and if some one knocks at it they would either have to be disappointed or will be maltreated of course by my automated control system…not purposely but yes it happens.

Due to my cyst, I fail to realize that only because I am hurt, I tend to hurt everyone around me. Family is a big no no, they are not allowed in my cyst but my friends who often try knocking and extend a hand for support are thwarted by me.
It is achain reaction and has various SIDE EFFECTS
1. I am disturbed
2. I snubbed my friends and family members too, because I am upset.
3. Instead of sharing my pain I kept sulking, which in turn upsets them more, since they are unable to appease me


Its weird I know, probably unexplainable but I have made an attempt to explain it in my way. Till now whatever I have learnt from my experience of cyst formation and retreating in to shells. It only suggests me to vent out your emotions on the first hand.

this chain reaction, if followed with right blend of chemicals, helps in speedy recovery from our wretchedness

BENEFITS
It would assuage you a bit, as the saying goes sharing can lessen your woes.
Essentially, your friend may not endow you with solutions, but you will certainly be calmed.

No reasons can be analyzed as to why we get upset or we get mood swings, fundamentally, it can be said that it is varied phenomenon and differs from individual to individual. We all go through mood swings at various stages of our lives and inadvertently ill-treat our closed ones. So this is a small piece of advice to all, time is a great healer but sharing( of grief) can do wonders and saves time tooo !!!!

FATAL TRUTH OF MISERY

Man made crises

It was yet another pleasant day with divine sunshine around. I was following my habituated routine. I had gone to college, conducted classes and came back to my domicile.
I was planning to take a quick nap when I heard my mom saying “you are supposed to accompany me in a meeting today, so hurry up. I could not say no to her. So I was hauled to a meeting by her. It was 15 minutes past six, when my phone rang and then it did not stop ringing, messages kept pouring in, and I was looking at them with my fingers numb and my face turned into deadpan with my eyes frozen to the inbox of my cell phone.
I was feeling feeble; I could not receive those calls since I was in middle of a meeting.
perhaps I could not seem to believe what I had just read in an sms….

5 sequential blasts struck the heart of capital. For a moment I was unresponsive to the world, swiftly and powerfully I was dragged back in to the world by the lady sitting besides me. She happens to be my mom. As soon as I recovered form my thought process I could see her panicking.
She raised an alarm in my ears (where else) with almost fading but yet in a very piercing tone
Where is your dad..??
With this question my heart sank ….and almost denied to hover back .at the moment when all my senses had stopped working, my mom expected me to be cognizant....
some how I managed to fight with the fear which had almost clutched me within. Some where inside me I had grasped that it’s not the right time for me to panic. I knew if I would lose my cool she will be too fidgety to handle then.

I wanted to screech at her for two reasons, firstly for shouting in my ear drums, then for asking me where is your dad…???????.
I wanted to ask her, mom he is your husband you should know where is he …..however I knew this was not the right time either to remind her about their wedding. I was literally multitasking that day ….to begin with I was constantly trying my dad’s cell. Secondly I was making futile attempts to make her (my mom) understand, that everything is going to be fine though It dint deem true to me as well.

Damn this phone …..Cellular phone, one of the vital inventions of man…..does not work when they are required the most. On the corollary the lady on the other side would uphold her one liner “the number you are trying to call is not reachable”

Beyond doubt it was a horrible day, networks were jammed, there was pin drop silence on the usually over crowded roads and markets, apparently because of the formidable explosions. Not even flora and fauna were seen, they too seem to have gauged the outcome of wandering on roads.........
In every five seconds my mom would ask me a series of questions to which indeed I had no answers “did your father pick up the phone?
What did he say?
Is he fine?
Albeit,I was grappling with words……i tried hard to assure her ..“His phone is not reachable mamma”, but I am trying incessantly to get hold of him you don’t worry. Nonetheless I could not follow my own words.
A feeling of anger, frustration and helplessness was gripping my senses amidst all the hustle bustle of the convention.

I excavated deep into my hand bag in search of some contact numbers in my diary but instead I found a long black wire (another great invention by man), those were head phones. The next moment I was listening to the news on radio. I could not believe what I had heard, 29 people dead and more than 100 people injured.

I mean I have been hearing about blasts every now and then. Our country is now well trained to tackle the anxiety created by these explosions. But this time I saw my neighborhood being blown off. I could not stop thinking about it……"what if I had been there or if anyone close to me had been there"…..this awful feeling had roughly detained me. That day I realized that I am afraid of death, Death of my loved ones, loss of my dear and near ones. Or should I put it like this, that I am afraid of a death which is ordained to us by some terror outfits.

Amidst all this my phone rang again …well well. Sigh of relief it was my dad on the line
He said he was fine besides, he did not even know that there had been blasts in the city, height of ignorance.


Days after the blasts .I have indeed overcome those feelings of frustration but to no avail could I get answers to my frustration and helplessness. How many restless days, impatient evenings and sleepless nights would we spend in fear of losing our beloved people?


Why are we being victimized? till when will we keep falling prey to a man made crisis?

I don’t know whom to lay blame on, shall I blame destiny, or I should put the blame on the terror outfits that have been butchering innocent people for no reason, or should I blame the security agencies, who have turned a blind eye towards these atrocious terrorists’ activities.

At a standstill I am looking for the answers even now………………………