Sharmaji woke up in the middle of night, sweating like pig, glanced at his HMT watch, it was 1am, poor Sharmaji's heart was running faster than shadabdi express beacuse he forgot a very important deadline. Well Sharmaji is a decent ,educated and amiable man who works as a regular babu at PMO in New Delhi, he was given this task of arranging a secret committee which decides the deserving candidates for national awards this year, but Sharmaji was always busy with other things like ummmm which cannot be discussed here and its not the point as well, so, his coulleague and dear friend Gupta ji said "arre sharma ji dont worry ho jaayega" so Sharmaji thought ho jaayega and forgot. Just like any other work is done "at the end" or "at the moment" in India, the selection of awardees are no exception.
But it was too late the awards were just a week away, Sharmaji called Guptaji,
Sharmaji: Guptaji what to do?
Guptaji: doooont worry Sharmaji ho jaayega!!!!!
Next day in the office, Guptaji and Shorat da arrived with a stamped paper that was about the suspension of Sharmaji, if the list of the national award winner is not decided by this evening. Sharmaji was disappointed and started to think, how to spend the six months of suspension (gov. officers cannot be fired in India unless they do something really serious offence and not preparing the awardee list is not a felony , by the way, Sharma ji is also in the union).Anyways after chai and samosa session Gupta ji announced that he would be back by afternoon with the "secret" selection commitee.
Gupta ji introduced three members of selection commitee, SARINA the hot girl from Miranda House, Chaubeyji from MTNL office , and his drunk peon PyaareLal aka kaalu.Sharmaji looked at Guptaji and said, what is this Gupta ji what they know about national awards? Gupta ji said,look Sharmaji we have only 3 hours only to prevent your suspension and this is supposed to be a "secret" commitee, nobody will ever know..
And the meeting starts;
Sharmaji: Beta, you go to Miranda, tell me whom to award Padmashree in arts and cinema.
Sarina: Ranbir Kapoor puleeeese uncle he is soooo cute.
Pyare: Madamji he is very new.
Chaubeyji: yes he is very new, hmmm what about Preeti jinta.
Sarina: yuck she is old now,,,, ok Salman Khan he is dashing oooohhhh
Pyare: Madamji Salman Khan has two active cases on him, and Chaubey saab, bibiji will be so mad on you if she will come to know about any jinta.I suggest Paress rawal.He is good actor, serious types and phunny types both.
Sarina: ya really??? who wants your advice, you illiterate. oookkkkkk what about Saifuuuuu, he is cutie... and handsome and looks like a prince.
Chaubeyji: dekhiye, you people decide i will be back, waise,,, what about Rani Mukherjee??? Chodo.... madam will get upset hehehehe my madam... @ home.
Sarina: hmmm then done!!! Saifuuuu is getting padmashree... wow have to tweet about this.
Pyare: but he has also one case on him, he killed that kala hiran (blackbuck) and he has delivered just a few hits and Madam ji,,,,,, he left his wife and kids for hij mistresses!!!!!!!!. Characterless.
Sarina: haan as if your character is very clean, look at you man, you are drunk and filthy,,,and why dont you use a deo. smells soooo baad,,, (screams) Gupta uncle if Saifu will not get this award i am leaving right now.. and my mom knows Sharmila aunty and she is very close to the ministery,,,, i hope you want to work in PMO untill your retirement.
Guptaji: arre kaalu,you mad man, what did i tell you,, just sit there dont open your mouth , let madam handle the Arts award, her papa is MP.And where is Chaubey?
Chaubeyji: hehehehe i went out, cannot survive without the puffs, anyways if all art and craft is over, i propose the name of Mr Chatwal for Padmabhushan.
Sarina: ohhh he is dad of Vikram naaaaaa!!! i met him when he was a bachelor.... why all of you looking at me, we were just good friends. (sigh)Generation gap.
Pyare: sirji, he went to jail in 1997, did some fraud.... bank wala... dont give him any award, this will bring bad name to the country.
Chaubey:No you dont know anything, you are just a chaprraassi, he worked very hard for the nuclear deal, and my son is going to New york he will be staying with them. i can do atleast this.
Sharmaji: you are wrong Chaubeyji, he was always with Clintons, and the deal was pushed by Bush administeration.
Chaubeyji to Guptaji: i am leaving.
Guptaji to Sharmaji: kya aap bhi.... Chaubey ji do whatever you want to do.....
Sarina: Sharma uncle one day i will get padmabhushan too.
Pyaare: madamji say Bharatratna, its bigger than padmabhushan.and i will get padmashree because i am a peon.
And that is how Sharmaji got his good night sleep back, and awards were given to the deserving people.Guptaji repeated his dialogue confidently "see Sharmaji ho gaya naaa, doooont worry these awaards shawaards are only for namesake".
This year,it was a different award season,people like Vir Sanghavi and Pritish Nandy, filed RTI application to know how these awards are given, who are the members of these so called secret commitees which believe that Mr Chatwal deserve this award.And blogosphere got all charged up with the dicussion why Saif Ali Khan was awarded padmashree.
(the secret commitee of 2010 was only known to me, now please dont think that you can file RTI application to know how i knew this story).
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Let it go.......OMG its gone
My heart sank when i saw the new version of mile sur mera tumhara, this is one of the iconic songs, memories of my childhood and i am sure all those who were born in 80's, i lerant it by heart though it was in differnt indian languages, i forgot it for sometime in late 90's but whenever remembered left a smile on my face.I was thrilled when i read in newspaper that the song is going to appear in new avatar, i expected lots of known and unknown faces, old and young, different cultures, languages, fusion of hindustani and karnatic, and most important, face of new India, but i was so disappointed when i actually tuned in.
So is bollywood India?
Whenever i say i dont like most of the bollywood movies people often tell me, ''what... come on!!! let it loose sometimes, bollywood movie are perfect escape from day today life'', but now i realise this escapism has gone a little too far, there is nothing in which bollywood is not involved, you need advice on nationalism, corruption, diet, disease, religion, fashion, sports, politics, bussiness ask Khans, Kapoors, or Bacchans.And now it seems the India will be known as Bollywood after few years.. I do appreciate art and cinema but its a part of life and as a whole, a nation, is way more than mass entertainment.
My mile sur mera tumhara was all about India and its comman people and all those whom i knew through sports, movies, music, politics and those faces of rural india, tribes.
I still remember my dad telling me about Bhimsen Joshi and Balamurli Krishna and how i liked that big bindi on Mallika Sarabhai. So what todays parents will teach the kids about their mile sur... that its all about glamour and showoff and we dont have those thick forests or enormous Himalayan ranges anymore.Come on, bring the real things back, those commies from Kolkata metro trains, Taj Mahal, Camels, indian peninsula, young kannadiga couple, tribal dances and mix it with todays corporate giants, service sectors, sports icons, improved status of women in society and alot but all comprised in 5 mins.
So is bollywood India?
Whenever i say i dont like most of the bollywood movies people often tell me, ''what... come on!!! let it loose sometimes, bollywood movie are perfect escape from day today life'', but now i realise this escapism has gone a little too far, there is nothing in which bollywood is not involved, you need advice on nationalism, corruption, diet, disease, religion, fashion, sports, politics, bussiness ask Khans, Kapoors, or Bacchans.And now it seems the India will be known as Bollywood after few years.. I do appreciate art and cinema but its a part of life and as a whole, a nation, is way more than mass entertainment.
My mile sur mera tumhara was all about India and its comman people and all those whom i knew through sports, movies, music, politics and those faces of rural india, tribes.
I still remember my dad telling me about Bhimsen Joshi and Balamurli Krishna and how i liked that big bindi on Mallika Sarabhai. So what todays parents will teach the kids about their mile sur... that its all about glamour and showoff and we dont have those thick forests or enormous Himalayan ranges anymore.Come on, bring the real things back, those commies from Kolkata metro trains, Taj Mahal, Camels, indian peninsula, young kannadiga couple, tribal dances and mix it with todays corporate giants, service sectors, sports icons, improved status of women in society and alot but all comprised in 5 mins.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Final analysis
I was astound by the question asked by my coworker " so really they destroy the eyes of poor kids in India" and my 2009 started with questions like these, thanks to slumdog millionaire. The movie won the Oscars, and i was bombarded with some more questions like why rich Indian people doesn't help these poor kids and again i had no answer.
The year 2009 was indeed the most happening year of the decade so many things happened that almost everybody says this year was really short. News which i think was most amazing was when Barack Obama took oath as president of United States of America, he became president not because he is black but because he is an intelligent and strong leader.When i watched people crying with joy was definitely the moment of the year.
Elections happened in India as well, once again we got stuck with the same coalition government with lots of old leaders and their relatives. we are worlds largest democracy, but is quantity better than the quality? By year end, we have more issues than ever, climate change, rising food prices, lawlessness and not to forget the nation which wants to divide like never before. I personally think that when we have a bigger population it is always better to have a good number of multiple systems or provinces. But unfortunately in India the divisions are to achieve the political gain not for people's welfare.
But not all the things were bad, decriminalization of same sex relations and easier adoption laws made the supreme and high courts again a winner just like last year when RTI was worth to talk about.I became a fan of 'pink chaddi campaign', showing that please do not decide everything for women we do possess our brains. Nandan Nilekani, who wrote 'world is flat' will be doing the biggest task of the century by issuing the unique identity cards to all Indians that is 1.2 billion people.And certainly not to forget AR Rahman, when he won two academy awards same night.
The year was so full of events, MJ is gone forever, so is the clean image of Tiger Woods, media became more sensational news pro by showing stories like balloon boy , back home i am sure prime time stories on celebrities and Rakhi sawant.White house had party crashers, Canadian prime minister appeared on indian dance show!!!
I want to wish everyone a very happy new year, and lets try to make this world better in 2010. By the way my funniest story of this year is surely of Mr N D Tiwari, i think viagra finally got the right brand ambassador.
The year 2009 was indeed the most happening year of the decade so many things happened that almost everybody says this year was really short. News which i think was most amazing was when Barack Obama took oath as president of United States of America, he became president not because he is black but because he is an intelligent and strong leader.When i watched people crying with joy was definitely the moment of the year.
Elections happened in India as well, once again we got stuck with the same coalition government with lots of old leaders and their relatives. we are worlds largest democracy, but is quantity better than the quality? By year end, we have more issues than ever, climate change, rising food prices, lawlessness and not to forget the nation which wants to divide like never before. I personally think that when we have a bigger population it is always better to have a good number of multiple systems or provinces. But unfortunately in India the divisions are to achieve the political gain not for people's welfare.
But not all the things were bad, decriminalization of same sex relations and easier adoption laws made the supreme and high courts again a winner just like last year when RTI was worth to talk about.I became a fan of 'pink chaddi campaign', showing that please do not decide everything for women we do possess our brains. Nandan Nilekani, who wrote 'world is flat' will be doing the biggest task of the century by issuing the unique identity cards to all Indians that is 1.2 billion people.And certainly not to forget AR Rahman, when he won two academy awards same night.
The year was so full of events, MJ is gone forever, so is the clean image of Tiger Woods, media became more sensational news pro by showing stories like balloon boy , back home i am sure prime time stories on celebrities and Rakhi sawant.White house had party crashers, Canadian prime minister appeared on indian dance show!!!
I want to wish everyone a very happy new year, and lets try to make this world better in 2010. By the way my funniest story of this year is surely of Mr N D Tiwari, i think viagra finally got the right brand ambassador.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
A new start......
I thought i will start writing from January 2010 again, but its hard, to keep your pen down once you start enjoying it. There were many incidences which almost made me to break my so called pledge but this one particular episode did it successfully.
Time to time politicians in various states of India try to play language and religion card, not to forget caste as well, anyways if i really have to give some kind of award to the most efficient leader of all the times who can produce this deadly venom continuously, year after year,in various forms then there is one clear winner Bal Thakery and Co.
But being a typical Gemini i could not stop imagining just here,So Bal Thakeray and co has a facebook page, other leader would react, what they will say and write to this precious family, the end result of my imagination looks like this,
Bal Thakeray's wall; yaay,,, finally... :)
comments:
FATHER OF NATION, GANDHI( the bald, size zero man): Dear Bal, beta as the father of nation i have to overlook your sins, and give you the right advice, which i think i did not, somehow i failed again, now people will say Gandhi was responsible, why marathi people are treated bad in this country.But whatever you wanted you achieved so i am happy for you, you sacrificed two other family members too ( Raj and Udhav).Just take one advice from me son, stop now, enough, open your eyes and spread love not hatred.
Bal Thakeray: @ gandhi, bapu you could not win noble prize, i can understand but do not show off now, you are dead they do not award noble prize to the deceased.
Mayawati: mananiye bal thakeray, good job, your goons always beat poor UPiats, and biharis, wait till next year this award will be mine.
Bal Thakeray: @ mayawati bahenji, you can never achieve this, you have to have sons and nephews like Raj and Udhav. Jai maharashtra.
Sardar patel (the iron man): I cannot believe i tried so hard to bring all the states to make united India, Bal, don't play this dirty game, you are getting old now, Nehru and i are waiting up there for you with our hockey sticks.Even Tagore is saying what the heck.
Bal Thakeray: @patel dude you guys are in heaven for gods sakes i will be joining hands with Hitlers and Mussolinis in hell.V peace.
Hu Jintao: Ni hao? Mr thakeray good job, we Chinese want this. keep the good work going.
Bal Thakeray: hey Hu, go anywhere but do not come to mumbai, its mine,thanks though.
Parvez Mushrraff: congratulations Mr thakeray, for this achievement people of Pakistan congratulates you, keep it up, we always looks forward to your next step, let me know if you want to outsource the work, we have highly specialized professionals in this field.
Bal Thakeray: Mushrraff nobody needs your help, we have enough man power here.
Barack Obama: Jackass
Barack Obama: oh sorry Mr. Thakeray, i thought its Kanye's wall. so congratulations i certainly dont know how to play this language card you see we have only one language in USA , but i agree with Gandhi, please stop. This doesn't look good, India is doing well, unite, do not break.
Bal Thakeray: Mr obama, please mind your own business.
Raj Thakeray: How could you get this award, my men go and beat men and women, now a days, not yours, i deserve this not you. i detest this award.
Bal Thakeray: Raj how many times i told you do not discuss family matters in front of public, you fool. And for this award you have to give your whole life.
Ankita sharma: Sir, I an starting a new campaign against Hindi, it should not be our national language because India has 29 different languages, and no other language is inferior than the other. I want you to join our campaign, i want sign language to be the national language of India, sir it has many advantages, nobody will be left out of any conversation, no loud talks, no divisions, peaceful. What do you think sir?
Bal Thakeray: I think you are biggest fool of all, you did not get the point yet, idiot girl, its not about the language and culture and religion and caste its all about "power", we do not want peace we want those mindless fellows who can fight for us while we can enjoy the coziness of our houses watching bollywood dancing in front of us.
Mamta benerjee: I got it. congratulations anyways.
Time to time politicians in various states of India try to play language and religion card, not to forget caste as well, anyways if i really have to give some kind of award to the most efficient leader of all the times who can produce this deadly venom continuously, year after year,in various forms then there is one clear winner Bal Thakery and Co.
But being a typical Gemini i could not stop imagining just here,So Bal Thakeray and co has a facebook page, other leader would react, what they will say and write to this precious family, the end result of my imagination looks like this,
Bal Thakeray's wall; yaay,,, finally... :)
comments:
FATHER OF NATION, GANDHI( the bald, size zero man): Dear Bal, beta as the father of nation i have to overlook your sins, and give you the right advice, which i think i did not, somehow i failed again, now people will say Gandhi was responsible, why marathi people are treated bad in this country.But whatever you wanted you achieved so i am happy for you, you sacrificed two other family members too ( Raj and Udhav).Just take one advice from me son, stop now, enough, open your eyes and spread love not hatred.
Bal Thakeray: @ gandhi, bapu you could not win noble prize, i can understand but do not show off now, you are dead they do not award noble prize to the deceased.
Mayawati: mananiye bal thakeray, good job, your goons always beat poor UPiats, and biharis, wait till next year this award will be mine.
Bal Thakeray: @ mayawati bahenji, you can never achieve this, you have to have sons and nephews like Raj and Udhav. Jai maharashtra.
Sardar patel (the iron man): I cannot believe i tried so hard to bring all the states to make united India, Bal, don't play this dirty game, you are getting old now, Nehru and i are waiting up there for you with our hockey sticks.Even Tagore is saying what the heck.
Bal Thakeray: @patel dude you guys are in heaven for gods sakes i will be joining hands with Hitlers and Mussolinis in hell.V peace.
Hu Jintao: Ni hao? Mr thakeray good job, we Chinese want this. keep the good work going.
Bal Thakeray: hey Hu, go anywhere but do not come to mumbai, its mine,thanks though.
Parvez Mushrraff: congratulations Mr thakeray, for this achievement people of Pakistan congratulates you, keep it up, we always looks forward to your next step, let me know if you want to outsource the work, we have highly specialized professionals in this field.
Bal Thakeray: Mushrraff nobody needs your help, we have enough man power here.
Barack Obama: Jackass
Barack Obama: oh sorry Mr. Thakeray, i thought its Kanye's wall. so congratulations i certainly dont know how to play this language card you see we have only one language in USA , but i agree with Gandhi, please stop. This doesn't look good, India is doing well, unite, do not break.
Bal Thakeray: Mr obama, please mind your own business.
Raj Thakeray: How could you get this award, my men go and beat men and women, now a days, not yours, i deserve this not you. i detest this award.
Bal Thakeray: Raj how many times i told you do not discuss family matters in front of public, you fool. And for this award you have to give your whole life.
Ankita sharma: Sir, I an starting a new campaign against Hindi, it should not be our national language because India has 29 different languages, and no other language is inferior than the other. I want you to join our campaign, i want sign language to be the national language of India, sir it has many advantages, nobody will be left out of any conversation, no loud talks, no divisions, peaceful. What do you think sir?
Bal Thakeray: I think you are biggest fool of all, you did not get the point yet, idiot girl, its not about the language and culture and religion and caste its all about "power", we do not want peace we want those mindless fellows who can fight for us while we can enjoy the coziness of our houses watching bollywood dancing in front of us.
Mamta benerjee: I got it. congratulations anyways.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Indian Idols
I am riding high on my political aspirations, i was so busy following elections that i totally forgot to write my blogs, and i spent all my days dreaming about my own party after Chiru(Chiranjeevi) won so impeccably in Andhra pradesh, this was his party's first elections and he managed to get decent seats, and on the top of it his party did not have any different issues, same age old agendas like education, infrastructure, special identity for the state and lots of other boring stuff, so i thought when he can do it so do i.
On the other hand, i was also whining about the victorious UPA, that this is absolutely wrong trend, one party cannot win now, come on!! how could it happen. And Chiru is a superstar so he had fan following so he won, but just imagine if i will run for elections when i will be fifty, nobody will not even look at me. So, i decided i will join one of the major parties, and if the other will win i will change, look at Mamta dee she was railway minister with NDA government and now again she got the berth in cabinet, so no matter who will you vote for, you will get the nearly same things.
My heart really went for Lal Krishna Advani, as i saw his interview, i thought look at his luck, he has been bullied by his own party members, and i can personally understand his feelings as he and i dream of same thing 'becoming the prime minister of india' one day.But sorry Advani ji your days are over now, and i will not repeat your mistakes.
one more thing worried me a lot, how come India is losing it major vote churning machine "religion" but after i read how clashes in Austria caused the riots like situation in Punjab and haryana, i was overwhelmed and beaming with confidence, and once more i was assured when i read Danny Boyle came to mumbai to provide homes to slumdog kids, while we Indians were raising money in Gujrat for a temple, and we raised a whooping amount of Rs 5 crores in merely 7 hours. these news bring joy to me and make me believe in my country. we will be busy in temples, gurudwaras, and mosques while foreigners will be helping our kids.
But even if i want i can not meet all requirements, i was happy to know about so called young brigade, but the truth is out of 15 young MPs only 3 were not kith and kins of any known politician, and for a minute i was so mad on my dad, its all his mistake, if he would have taken any part in college politics today the things would be really different for me.
But in the end i know there is no word like "the end" in indian politics, take example of Vilas Rao Deshmukh, he was fired from CM's position post mumbai attack and he again got a nice berth in cabinet. Certainly all these things gives me immense hope, and force me to keep on learning these new tactics of indian politics, one day surely i will outcast all of them.
On the other hand, i was also whining about the victorious UPA, that this is absolutely wrong trend, one party cannot win now, come on!! how could it happen. And Chiru is a superstar so he had fan following so he won, but just imagine if i will run for elections when i will be fifty, nobody will not even look at me. So, i decided i will join one of the major parties, and if the other will win i will change, look at Mamta dee she was railway minister with NDA government and now again she got the berth in cabinet, so no matter who will you vote for, you will get the nearly same things.
My heart really went for Lal Krishna Advani, as i saw his interview, i thought look at his luck, he has been bullied by his own party members, and i can personally understand his feelings as he and i dream of same thing 'becoming the prime minister of india' one day.But sorry Advani ji your days are over now, and i will not repeat your mistakes.
one more thing worried me a lot, how come India is losing it major vote churning machine "religion" but after i read how clashes in Austria caused the riots like situation in Punjab and haryana, i was overwhelmed and beaming with confidence, and once more i was assured when i read Danny Boyle came to mumbai to provide homes to slumdog kids, while we Indians were raising money in Gujrat for a temple, and we raised a whooping amount of Rs 5 crores in merely 7 hours. these news bring joy to me and make me believe in my country. we will be busy in temples, gurudwaras, and mosques while foreigners will be helping our kids.
But even if i want i can not meet all requirements, i was happy to know about so called young brigade, but the truth is out of 15 young MPs only 3 were not kith and kins of any known politician, and for a minute i was so mad on my dad, its all his mistake, if he would have taken any part in college politics today the things would be really different for me.
But in the end i know there is no word like "the end" in indian politics, take example of Vilas Rao Deshmukh, he was fired from CM's position post mumbai attack and he again got a nice berth in cabinet. Certainly all these things gives me immense hope, and force me to keep on learning these new tactics of indian politics, one day surely i will outcast all of them.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
not for sale!!!!
Those were certainly the most beautiful eyes i have ever seen, deep green and restless just like ocean, but i felt very uncomfortable the way they were looking at me. I took out my gloves and left the room, went to my office and wrote the final report, there were no signs of assault but multiple fractures were present. I saw her again after few days when she came for her treatment, this time her eyes were looking more greener but painful.
I tried to read but failed, tried not to think about it but could not stop, that was just yesterday when i was seven, flying all over the village, digging up worms, stealing food from the big marriage parties in village. Everybody was excited in village, when it was announced by government babu that white people will be coming to our village to shoot a movie. Things changed, whole village looked like a diwali fate, my father had small tea shop, he got a big order 100 cups tea everyday.i remember how badly my father beat my brother because he was not able to carry that big jug, i came forward shivering and asked can i help him, he nodded and left.
I saw white people for the first time in my life, and felt so inferior, and thought it will be so easy for these girls to get married and their father would not have to give so much dowry, as my grandmother always says to my father to collect more money for dowry because i am dark skinned. He called me, the white man with hat, asked me something i could not understand, but bhanu chacha understood, he knew little english as he was the only matric pass from our village. My father came and hold me tight he was very excited, i became excited to see him happy. I bagged a small role in the movie, and i had to play myself.
After a year, some people with big camera and mics came again they wanted to know how i was doing, i said i am good. My father talked to them and came to know that i may be going to some award function overseas, i know he got money for that.
I got so many good clothes, shoes and i arrived in a big city, everybody knew me, i was never so much aware of my existence before. Everything was just like that fairytale which my mother used to tell to my brother and me, but fairytales have happy endings.
I was asleep when my father came to me, it was past midnight, i think he could not stop himself, and took me in his lap, and asked me that question which changed my life forever, do you want go overseas again, it blew my sleep away, i got so elated and told him yes i will. I was dressed in the light pink frock, i liked my dress so much that i wanted to look at myself in the mirror for some more time, but my father came and said lets go big car is here.
I was nine now, and married. Life did not have any meaning for me, i was not allowed to go outside, not allowed to show my face to anybody, nobody came to see me except him, my husband. Years went by, i was just confined to this room, one day my window was not locked i looked outside it was all alone, and very dark, i do not know why but i jumped out, i started walking and then running, did not look back, ran as fast as i could.
It happened one day, police came to our bar, and closed it.After my escape, i begin to beg for some days but unfortunately got involved in a gang, there i met this young girl who was with the gang leader all the time, she took me to this place called new heaven dance bar, i became a bar dancer.
I was 17 now, and in jail, got sentenced for 12 years for a homicide, but it was for self defense.I met her there, she was a confident police officer, whenever she used to come every woman better behave, one day she summoned me, she asked me if i want to work as a maid in her house, i nodded. I began to work in house for eight hours daily, one day she came to me, and asked can i read, i remember going to school with me brother but i cannot read, but i can write my name. With her reference i was registered in an adult education program.
I still remember my first day, in medical college, how other students were looking at me, and wondering how can i enter in this prestigious delhi university college, and that was true i was 25, then. I was still working in one cell phone shop, and struggled to study, and pay my fee at time, sometimes i was not allowed to give exams because of this.After 15 years now, i am still in this medical college but as a forensic expert.
I suddenly woke up by the loud noises, i came out, everybody became silent except her, she came and hugged me, begged me to do something, she was rescued from a flesh trade racket. I told her to go with the police, nurse took her and she again looked at me with those big eyes and then turned.
Today, i am a proud mother of a young and confident girl, who is a scientist at ISRO, and will be going to NASA next week for a big conference. Those eyes are still the most beautiful for me except there is no pain in them now.
( this story is a pure fiction, but one news about a child actor gave me the inspiration.And surely no child in this world should be available for sale.)
I tried to read but failed, tried not to think about it but could not stop, that was just yesterday when i was seven, flying all over the village, digging up worms, stealing food from the big marriage parties in village. Everybody was excited in village, when it was announced by government babu that white people will be coming to our village to shoot a movie. Things changed, whole village looked like a diwali fate, my father had small tea shop, he got a big order 100 cups tea everyday.i remember how badly my father beat my brother because he was not able to carry that big jug, i came forward shivering and asked can i help him, he nodded and left.
I saw white people for the first time in my life, and felt so inferior, and thought it will be so easy for these girls to get married and their father would not have to give so much dowry, as my grandmother always says to my father to collect more money for dowry because i am dark skinned. He called me, the white man with hat, asked me something i could not understand, but bhanu chacha understood, he knew little english as he was the only matric pass from our village. My father came and hold me tight he was very excited, i became excited to see him happy. I bagged a small role in the movie, and i had to play myself.
After a year, some people with big camera and mics came again they wanted to know how i was doing, i said i am good. My father talked to them and came to know that i may be going to some award function overseas, i know he got money for that.
I got so many good clothes, shoes and i arrived in a big city, everybody knew me, i was never so much aware of my existence before. Everything was just like that fairytale which my mother used to tell to my brother and me, but fairytales have happy endings.
I was asleep when my father came to me, it was past midnight, i think he could not stop himself, and took me in his lap, and asked me that question which changed my life forever, do you want go overseas again, it blew my sleep away, i got so elated and told him yes i will. I was dressed in the light pink frock, i liked my dress so much that i wanted to look at myself in the mirror for some more time, but my father came and said lets go big car is here.
I was nine now, and married. Life did not have any meaning for me, i was not allowed to go outside, not allowed to show my face to anybody, nobody came to see me except him, my husband. Years went by, i was just confined to this room, one day my window was not locked i looked outside it was all alone, and very dark, i do not know why but i jumped out, i started walking and then running, did not look back, ran as fast as i could.
It happened one day, police came to our bar, and closed it.After my escape, i begin to beg for some days but unfortunately got involved in a gang, there i met this young girl who was with the gang leader all the time, she took me to this place called new heaven dance bar, i became a bar dancer.
I was 17 now, and in jail, got sentenced for 12 years for a homicide, but it was for self defense.I met her there, she was a confident police officer, whenever she used to come every woman better behave, one day she summoned me, she asked me if i want to work as a maid in her house, i nodded. I began to work in house for eight hours daily, one day she came to me, and asked can i read, i remember going to school with me brother but i cannot read, but i can write my name. With her reference i was registered in an adult education program.
I still remember my first day, in medical college, how other students were looking at me, and wondering how can i enter in this prestigious delhi university college, and that was true i was 25, then. I was still working in one cell phone shop, and struggled to study, and pay my fee at time, sometimes i was not allowed to give exams because of this.After 15 years now, i am still in this medical college but as a forensic expert.
I suddenly woke up by the loud noises, i came out, everybody became silent except her, she came and hugged me, begged me to do something, she was rescued from a flesh trade racket. I told her to go with the police, nurse took her and she again looked at me with those big eyes and then turned.
Today, i am a proud mother of a young and confident girl, who is a scientist at ISRO, and will be going to NASA next week for a big conference. Those eyes are still the most beautiful for me except there is no pain in them now.
( this story is a pure fiction, but one news about a child actor gave me the inspiration.And surely no child in this world should be available for sale.)
Sunday, April 26, 2009
different ways of protesting
I slammed the door on one of my professor's face and walked out when i thought i was right and he was wrong, well after that i had to face a lot.I learnt my lesson that day "protest but in a right way". There can be different ways of protesting like fasting, demonstrations,working with a black band on arm, not working at all etc.
But something happened last year which caught worlds attention, a shoe was thrown on respected(worldwide) president George W. Bush. And this unique way of protesting was discovered by an Iraqi journalist now that is a different story that he is still in jail but i guess all the great discoverers were treated like this and after sometime the world usually adopt the new ways. Anyhow this time one nation did not waste any time to take this method of protesting seriously, and started practicing this at every possible occasion.
No prizes for guessing yes it is our India, where one skinny bespectacled bald man developed other out of fashion ways of protesting like non cooperation with peace and peaceful talks , but as we all know we indians have a fetish for anything imported no matter from where it comes, as long as its not ours its great!!
So the new way of protesting is to get up, take out your shoe and just throw on that devil who is talking rubbish. Even the results are great suddenly you will be in news , people will be desperate to know you, and will be wondering how can you do this to our capable ministers , are you not scared that they belong to a bunch of goons. If your are affected by this recession this can be an ideal profession, do it once and twice and thrice after a while you can be just perfect in it and political parties can hire you and if you feel the overexposed, just simple , you can open your own shoe throwing institute pvt ltd. and teach others how to perfect this unique art.
everyday the list is getting longer, it all started with super cute Bush and L. K. Adwani, J. D. Tytler, Narinder Modi have already experienced it, And the latest victim is our PM.
But change is the thing which will never change so even this way of protest will change . My extraordinary mind is already trying to find out what would be the next "in" method, it can be anything, something cute like throwing paperplanes or something disgusting like urinating in front of everybody, something adventures like doing some kung-fu stunts, or something funny like dancing on bollywood item number.
After making fun of everything as i always do, i thought whatever it is, at least we are free to protest in our country and that is the greatest power.
But something happened last year which caught worlds attention, a shoe was thrown on respected(worldwide) president George W. Bush. And this unique way of protesting was discovered by an Iraqi journalist now that is a different story that he is still in jail but i guess all the great discoverers were treated like this and after sometime the world usually adopt the new ways. Anyhow this time one nation did not waste any time to take this method of protesting seriously, and started practicing this at every possible occasion.
No prizes for guessing yes it is our India, where one skinny bespectacled bald man developed other out of fashion ways of protesting like non cooperation with peace and peaceful talks , but as we all know we indians have a fetish for anything imported no matter from where it comes, as long as its not ours its great!!
So the new way of protesting is to get up, take out your shoe and just throw on that devil who is talking rubbish. Even the results are great suddenly you will be in news , people will be desperate to know you, and will be wondering how can you do this to our capable ministers , are you not scared that they belong to a bunch of goons. If your are affected by this recession this can be an ideal profession, do it once and twice and thrice after a while you can be just perfect in it and political parties can hire you and if you feel the overexposed, just simple , you can open your own shoe throwing institute pvt ltd. and teach others how to perfect this unique art.
everyday the list is getting longer, it all started with super cute Bush and L. K. Adwani, J. D. Tytler, Narinder Modi have already experienced it, And the latest victim is our PM.
But change is the thing which will never change so even this way of protest will change . My extraordinary mind is already trying to find out what would be the next "in" method, it can be anything, something cute like throwing paperplanes or something disgusting like urinating in front of everybody, something adventures like doing some kung-fu stunts, or something funny like dancing on bollywood item number.
After making fun of everything as i always do, i thought whatever it is, at least we are free to protest in our country and that is the greatest power.
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