Mumbai Mania


Fires are rising one after another and one is already feeling the heat.Intolerence is growing and mutinies multiplying .Ahmedabad, Delhi,Bangalore,Assam,Hyderabad,Jaipur,Mumbai…..and NOW WHAT???

Yes , I am writing to you about the recent Mumbai attacks which have stunned not only the country but also the world. The attacks which have shaken the faith of millions of lives.

 I recently visited the commercial capital of India. It was my first visit. As I stepped down the train , dialogues from famous bollywood movies started ringing in my ears. My first impression of this city was that it has its own charm. The old architecture is not replaced by the modern buildings like how it has in other metropolitan cities. The people you see  are in a hurry, hurry to go to work, hurry to get back home , hurry to prove a point. Crowds moving in different directions. People selling pirated DVD’s to Camera ‘s to PSP’s to fake Nike caps. Right from the Queens Necklace to Haji Ali to Breach Candy to Chowpati ,this city can charm anyone with its winsome setup. As the night progresses me too like any college going student headed to this pub called Leopold on Colaba street .Amongst the helter-skelter there , my friend pointed his finger towards the bullet holes on the ceiling. For a second everything paused ,then it occurred to me………Nothing, Absolutely Nothing could deter the faith of its people here. Even after  a series of natural as well as manmade attacks on this magnetic city there seems to be something which can just keep them going no matter what. They seem to forget the hurt too soon.

First the floods, then the blasts at railways stations and then the most recent ones. It was unbelievable hoe people were just shot. The cruelty seemed to have no bounds.Everytime something like this happens we stick to the television sets for hours and then there is a discussion which follows with families, friends,  peers etc.The mourning is just for a day or two and then there are these “light the candles for the brave ‘’shows on popular TV news channels which organize them to increase TRP ratings. Then follows the Ashok Chakra for martyr’s who were killed in the terrorist attacks.6 awards, all posthumous recipients !Looks like you need to die to receive the highest civilian bravery award of the country. What I ‘d like to question is weren’t the staff of Taj brave who kept serving the guests until the chefs in the kitchen were dead?Was’nt the announcer at the V.T . Station brave who kept shouting Danger  over  the  speaker even after he was shot? These are the people who did their duty until their last breath and the government refuses to acknowledge any of them.
  
People were angry, I was .Weren’t you? But what could I have been done. Absolutely nothing!!Which tore me apart. I am sure this is the same feeling of millions of other people in our country  . Frustration ,     Disgust,Repugnance,a sense of helplessness. Whom do we blame??The horrendous terrorists, our fat bellied politicians, our ineffective system, Ourselves?

I say its ourselves ,because we chose to forget the tragedy comfortingly saying to ourselves ‘’ We are Indians, our spirit is a never say die one ,no matter what happens we still wake up each morning ,go to work, come back and pretend as though nothing has happened’’.We continue to blame the government, political parties even without exercising our right to caste a vote. We are taught to love our neighbors as we love ourselves but we easily forget this principle in the entanglement of everyday activites.We are stripped of basic decencies and broad ideals and are getting fractured around narrow groups,vested interests  and petty loyalties.

 But in the end  a Mother lost her son, a daughter her Father ,a wife her husband ,a girl a brother and our country its citizen…….


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F.R.I.E.N.D.S @ 21

So what is it about people who end up making a world of difference to you’re life even though they are not remotely blood related to you? What is it in these people that let you puke all you’re happiness’s and sorrows out without a hitch, whom you dare to be yourselves with?

Well this is my love for all these people who made me what I am and also what I am not. So it’s just a thank you / sorry note in random for all those amazing and rough times we had together
Thank you

·        Asha Tampa: For teaching me something which books could never have
·        Ashish Emanuel  : For being my worst critic when I needed it the most and also when I didn’t :P and most importantly preparing me to “face the world”
·        Ashwini Sen : For introducing me to the world of competition and making me realize that distance or time doesn’t matter for friends to connect/reconnect
·        Bhavana GS : For just being there always  no matter what
·        Chitra & Purnima Maudgil : For teaching me that all that is necessary for survival is a brave heart and a ray of hope
·        Harshita Singhania: For being a perfect living example to “Perfection consists not in doing extraordinary things, but in doing ordinary things extraordinarily well”.
·        Isha Sharma      : For spreading joy all around & increasing the overall standard of  craziness  and stupidity in all our lives
·        Johan Thomas: For helping me discover the things about myself ,I didn’t know even existed
·        Karthik P : For being the person I could always rely on in times of need
·        Karuna Jainapalli :For being one of the coolest people I know since 7 std
·        Kriti Khosla:  For bestowing such unconditional love and being strong pillars of support for not just mine but all our lives.
·        Lakshmi Monika : For being the sweetest ,nicest and the most innocent soul I’ve know since Bachpan
·        Manmeet Dogra: For continuing to intrigue not just me but all of us with your thoughts and actions and bringing warmth (also Heat –if you’ll know what I mean) into all our lives.
·        Mohnish Reddy: For being my punching/tantrum throwing bag and of course an amazing amazing brother
·        Nehal Sanghvi: For helping me appreciate relationships better and getting me fall in love with the Ad world.
·        Priyanka Mittal : For  loving me for what I am and encouraging me to do better at the times I needed it the most
·        Sangeeta Doti : For making early mornings lively just with her vibrant smile
·        Siddharth Banerjee: for being so so good, helping me be the best I could possibly be (& the worst too: D)
·        Siri Avalur : For teaching me that “ No matter what you are you’ll always have something to give” –learning which I ‘d take to my grave
·        Suma :For teaching me that silence is enough to kill
·        Surbhi Sardana: For helping me enjoy the little pleasures in life along with the expensive ones too ;)) and also being the perfect “Partner In Crime”
·        Sushma :For telling me that I am the best even when I was not and also saving me from gobbling up all the medicines each time, right from when I was 3 and most importantly being a sister I never had  
·        Urvash Khanna: For truly being a blessing in disguise and proving that “A man and women cannot be friends” all wrong.
·        Vinayak Vishwanath : For being an absolute sweetheart at all times I could possibly remember



And finally my grandmum and mum, without whom I’d fail to recognize such amazgtivity in people around me. All you guys have become part of me and my personality if you ll want is or no. Well if you guys think I am a good person you’ll know why.


And also this note would be incomplete without me apologizing for hurting you’ll, sometimes consciously and some time not. I am really sorry for being a cranky, moody n an absolute Bitch (Bangalore sweethearts will know better) sometimes, but as you’ll know I don’t mean most of the things I say.

Therefore, Cheers for all our times of Chitter-chatters, late nights masti, Phone conversations, Terrace talks, ego clashes, Class rooms hoopla, royal screw up’s etc etc….well, without them they wouldn’t be us. 
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Reality Check!!

(Pic from Google images)


While growing up movies like Dilwale dulhani Lejayenge and Dil to Pagal hai left a huge impact on me, I too like any other innocent girl used to think and wait for my “Raj” or say prince charming to come and sweep me of my feet ,who would do anything for me like jump from the buildings, get the stars, cross the seven seas just to come and meet me and most importantly love me “forever”!!Fast-forward. 10 years and even today I am here standing waiting for him to come and take me away.
  I am sure that every girl sometime in her life irrespective of being an Indian or not dreamt of herself as Cindrella who will find her perfect prince at the end, who will kiss all her troubles away and hence they will live happily ever after .However as you keep growing from adolescence to a teenager and to a lady ,this perfect picturesque sketch you’ve drawn keeps moving farther away and finally vanishes. It all starts when your 1st crush whom you dream about day and night doesn’t even throw a single glance at you and then your 1st love(1st relationship)where you loose track of your life and do anything and everything to make that one relationship the only one you ever had and will ever do and Bang!!!breakup….and those sleepless nights which make you wonder if he is going to call you and tell you that “we are meant to be together forever’’.Realitycheck!!!He never does…..you see your perfect picture of the perfect one moving away and convince yourself that still there is someone who is there waiting for you and all these relationships are jusssst the wrong ones.
  We see so many cases where the girls are burnt to death either by notorious roadside Romeos or by their grooms itself .Every 12 hours a bride is burnt in Delhi.These brides were also like me or for that matter any girl who was expecting her partner to be the perfect one she pictured as a little girl….Tall ,Dark ,Handsome with a heart of gold least expecting that he would burn her alive for gold.This same girl also thought that her Raj would sing melodious songs for her and dance with her in the rain.
  But now she stands there in the mandap with her head down thinking deeply if all this would ever come true.Inspite of her own experiences,her friends breakups, stories of harassments, live telecasts of rape cases on T.V she stands there having her hopes itched somewhere in the corner of the heart where none can see……..

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