No Attention !!

Some people should really be left alone for a while because we are tired of watching them and their absolute and utter nonsense on television.

First of all it itches in my ass when I see SRK,Aamir,Akshay and salman craving for every bit of media attention and endorsing products like they really know about them. I wouldn’t call them “actors” because they have become hungry about earning more, gaining more attention and insult each other so as to make headlines on newspapers and television. I sometimes think that they just want to make people fool, sell gossip magazines. Wonder what their kids think of them. SO the no 1 in the hunger race is shahrukh khan. When he wasn’t a star he had a passion in him, the passion for acting but now he is more busy in showing off his injured arm to people or to deliver his silly prepared jokes on ramp or looking after his life’s “jeevan ki punji” the ipl team.ok enough of attention I have given to them…but dude, Abhay deol is going to rule on you people someday. You just wait and watch!!

Slumdog millionaire should not be given attention though I liked the movie but what the heck is it! The child actors rubina ali and azruddin ismail had gone to sonia gandhi’s house. Seems like those two are the only ones who had struggled in their lives and what’s damn funny and stupid is that the press reporters were asking them to sing jai ho. They must have sang for like 10 times for 10 different reports and we the people have to bear with such dimwit news , bad reporting and the yawning of azruddin ismail in front of camera.wow!!

Though I don’t know so much about politics but all I can say is that if Bjp comes into the throne then we have to bear the communal violence everyday and then the history of 1950 will be repeated so think twice before you give your vote to anyone and desperate people like “varun Gandhi” who crave for people’s reaction should not be considered as a citizen of India they are the new virus who are challenging the unity of India and its sovereignty

Shilpa Shetty thinks that the public is just a mad ass. When she gained popularity in Big Brother she didn’t leave any chance to showcase herself as a “bechari” Indian woman stuck with the firangs and we see her reporting to media like “jade needs to brush up her thoughts”,”I will never meet her” bla bla and when she comes back to India she becomes “the sadhuvi” by forgiving jade goody. We all know that’s shilpa’s trick to become a god in front of the media and when jade died she didn’t even go to see her as she claimed that “she was busy in IPL and endorsements ” wow what a lovely person you are shilpa…try being a real person for a second babe that would really help you in the future because being politically correct can sometimes be good but every time it shows how coward you are to say something of your own.

RANDOM DISCUSSION.

I can’t really restrict myself from writing even though my board exams are running but what to do? Writing is an art which comes from the heart and you really feel incomplete when you don’t pen down something. There are several topics which I would like to talk about like, the existence of god, the hypocrite celebrities, the new trend of making fun of homosexuals on award functions ,the degrade and cheap reality shows and emotional attyachar on students on board exam.
But what really disturbs me is that when your so called “pseudo-intellectual” history teacher says rubbish in front of your students. It was one day which I can never forget and would not want to as well. We had a class discussion on co-education school and boys/girls school and my history teacher showed her extra smartness by commenting that “if you go to anyone he will say that co-ed school is better” well yes, I also prefer a co-ed school because it gives the sense of equality between a boy and a girl but what really stuck me in my throat like a stone was the really lame reason behind it. She said “In a boy or girl’s school people tend to have homosexual relationship which is not normal” and in co-ed school they have the very popular and considered to be the finest “straight relationship” so that is the reason why she felt that parents should let their children join a co-ed school.hahahaha words of wisdom from the mouth of an “educated history teacher” who is teaching her students to be homophobic. It was pathetic day ever I felt like yelling at that teacher but I remained silent like a coward and there isn’t an excuse behind it. It couldn’t be worse than a teacher teaching her students the wrong things and the thing which hurts me more is the fact that she claims herself to be “I know everything” you students are dumb and ignorant creatures and this is the kind of education she is imparting. To see the world from unequal eyes. May someone bless her, not god because I don’t believe in him now and if you are homophobic then please don’t bare the burden of reading this post.

Perception.

Tinsel town i.e. the world of glam and fashion is actually a place of devastation from the point of view of conservative middle class Indians. I am not stereotyping anything but normally I don’t see parents pushing their child into the world of creativity. A child who sees the dream of making it big into the world of celluloid finds it difficult to get a rigid support. When a schoolboy is asked, “What do you wana become in life”? He says “an actor” and the other children mocks at him by saying, “go and see in the mirror how ugly you look” ah and that hurts and shatters his dream. If acting was all about looks then we wouldn’t have immensely talented people like rajnikant,nana patekar,irfaan khan and in females legends like smita patel,seema biswas and others. they created such magic on screen that completely contradicts the fact the acting is all about showcasing your facial beauty or six pack abs.Till now also I fight with people who compare miss “Katrina kaif” with rani mukherjee who ruled the bollywood for 11 years. Beauty fades with age but the talent remains with you forever that’s why we don’t see zeenat aman on screen and till now the magic of shaban azmi is conquering the hearts of the people who respect these talents. Coming back to the point where it is bit sad that school also does not promote creativity as much as it is expected to. I wish I could learn something about film making in my school but then we Indians are forced to walk in the path where everyone is expected to do the same old thing like M.B.A., C.A., BBA..

Its sad that one fears to say that “I wana become a fashion designer” specially for males because then your profession becomes your personal life and people start to spread rubbish like you are gay or if you are a model then you might have slept with so many people. Stereotypes have resulted in the denial of achieving something, which every individual desires for, and in a country like India where majority of people are from middle class families are forced to follow the same old life and live the life of common people.I hope some parents will change their perception after reading this post :D

Experience :BUS

Well I personally think that public bus is a great destination for a writer to ponder about what he would like to write about. You don’t have to stress upon the characters because the people around you in the bus are so unimaginably interesting that you would like to observe them continuously and it is so obvious in human nature to judge one person at first sight. So, today I caught the 221 no bus, which would take me to my home, and as I am not a regular bus traveler so I am not used to of catching the bus in a running speed. My friend rohit is a regular bus costumer and when the bus came he quickly climbed the stairs of the bus by running in such a weird manner and there was I, who was afraid that bus would go away and leave me alone and when rohit saw me climbing the stairs of the bus in a really unusual manner he busted off laughing and we two managed to get a fine seat but that too of the ladies seat. I don’t mind seating in any seat bus gosh the worst thing is you have to get up when one lady arrives. So rohit and I were laughing at people, its our day to day activity, our humor is seriously very much different from other people and so we laugh at each and every thing we see. So we made fun of people and his stop came and he went away. Now I have 45 minutes to pass on the bus so what else to do than to hear a song. I took out my I-pod from the bag and started arranging the headphone and all. So I was listening to the track of pink floyd and there beside me were two innocent children sitting quietly but one girl child was staring at me with her big round eyes that I was confused about which expression to make while she was staring. I laughed. And she must be thinking that I was making fun of her but I feel really weird and eventually I laugh when people look at me in such a bizarre manner that I feel that I am an alien or something. Other than that two weird children people in the bus many other people were really staring at me…so in the end one thing is clear that If you want attention of people take out your I-pod and big headphone plug it…and see the magic

THE UNOTICED....

In the hot summer of May, the children were coming out from the school in large numbers rushing out and talking loudly, the girls, over there in groups were giggling while their eyes were busy in peeping at the guys of the school who were standing in one corner and were buying the ice-cream. The small kids on the other hand, were going to their houses and their parents were holding their school bags for them. Indeed it was a hot day and everyone was sweating and there inside the bus was sitting a boy named Raman who was also somehow busy in observing at the condition of the people from his school, he was laughing at the ignorance of the people who insulted themselves by abusing each other, he was looking at the girls who were busy in chatting and giggling for no rimer reason, definitely he was considering himself to be the smartest of them all just because he knew how to behave on the road, or he had a control on his emotions and he was thinking that he was swimming in a pool full of fools.

Then he heard how some people on the bus were talking about the temperature of the day and some of them were fighting for the window seats. As the bus proceeded to move, then everyone came back to sit at their respective seats and Raman on the other hand was just observing. The sun seemed to have been shining just above the Raman’s head as he was also feeling the exasperation of the complete hotness that surrounded him.

But then when he peeped outside from his window, he saw something, which no one noticed. Everyone was just reacting normally but Raman’s heart captured to what his observant eyes had seen from the window of his seat. In extreme hotness of the day, there were the group of men working on the road and digging the earth for some reason and there he saw a guy whose body was filled with mud and dirt and sweat has covered his entire body. Raman’s heart for some reason felt like sympathizing with the condition with which they were suffering, He imagined that if only he could let them work under the air condition, but that was a kiddish thing to imagine and he could do nothing. He was just a mere teenager who could only sympathize with the pain and the suffering of those who are “unnoticed”. The bus moved on but still Raman was imagining that if he had been in the place of the workers then he would have hated everyone because of his cruel profession and no one would cared about his suffering, he would have been the so called “unnoticed” person.

Open your heart and realize that there are people in life who suffer from extreme pain and suffering then you, love them and sympathize with their pains. I know these all-philosophical words are just not meant to be practical in this world but sometimes you should let your heart to feel like what other’s feel. Sometimes you should also feel that how it feels to be an “unnoticed” person in real life.

Got the inspiration to write about this stuff when I was traveling on my school bus. Three times I saw them working and finally decided to pen down their extreme and bizarre condition .

You know you are growing now?

“You are growing sourav”,says my heart. Few things have stopped to occur. You don’t cry anymore, you heart is not fragile anymore. You tend to become nostalgic when you are tired of living in the present world. You run away from people when you see their perceptions differ from yours and sometimes you know what you say, “life is beautiful”

And sometimes your heart searches for someone to have a wonderful conversation about the world in which you live. You don’t long for things now. You are just walking in a path whose way is still unknown to you, you don’t know which way to move, you are changing, your thoughts are building now, you know who is right who is wrong, you have stopped to care about people now, you are trapped in a world where you laughter could only be heard, your silent cries matters and you think your agony is unbearable.

You sometimes get perplexed about a particular view; you are now entering the phase of life where there is a bed of roses and also the road full of thorns where you have to walk with your naked feet. It will hurt, definitely it will but that’s what you are destined to do in this life.

Gone all the days where everything was just beautiful and serene,

Your winsome smile has been taken away from the time,

Your innocent tears are not with you anymore..

Your feet is filled with blood due to thorns now

You are growing now…

TRUTH?

The doctor came towards raju’s mother and looked at her benevolently. He never, ever in his profession felt so pathetic so uncomfortable to confess the ‘truth’. And then for a minute he was just staring at the lady who didn’t sleep for the entire day, who somehow managed to arrange the money for raju’s operation. The lady was still awake but dead from inside and then her eyes saw the doctor who was standing near her staring at the condition of a mother.
Raju’s mother- is everything all right doctor? How’s my raju?(She was pretending to be normal but from inside her fragile heart was beating hastily)
Mrs Sharma we tried all possible ways to…and then the doctor stopped.
Possible ways to? What doctor please tell me I have lost all my stamina now just tell me the truth….
Mrs Sharma your son is no more…


“what happened kavita(raju’s mother)why are your crying?
My raju…said kavita while crying.
What your raju? He is here only sleeping in his room. You must have seen a terrible dream. Sleep now. And then coming back to the world of reality kavita went to raju’s room and kissed her strongly…tears started to roll down from her beautiful eyes when she said softly “never leave me, my son never”…
They say that the truth is easy to speak…. but sometimes it’s beyond the courage of a human being to say or to accept the truth which can change the shape of one’s life…

i wrote this story in the evening as i wasn't aware that today is mother's day and when i got to know and read this post i was thrilled...coincidence isn't it?