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?

SCary.....!!

Well you must have heard a lot of time from your friends or read it somewhere that this so called “world” is about to end this year. One of my friend always says that Newton predicted that the world would end this year. But nothing happens you know. I don’t know when this world will end but I want to live my life the fullest .I mean I have to do so many things before I will die. I wan to travel this beautiful world, I want to learn Portuguese, I want to earn handsome money, don’t talk about marriage because I am sacred of commitment. So many things to do in this beautiful life but when you hear such things like in 2012 only this world will end I don’t know how true is that. Only time could tell us about it but for a minute all of your dreams are shattered and then what I do is I watch history channel : D which shows about how we will die…it’s so scary when you see the universe and those asteroids moving here and there bwahahaha…..and you know what asteroids were only responsible for the end of the dinosaurs so how we all will die…I guess I am scaring you but forget it!

I don’t know when this world will end but another friend of mine who says that according to Jainism after this world will end then everything will end in this earth and then we humans will be reborn again but our size will be that of a rabbit or a rat and the scariest part is yet to come. We will live under the land just like rabbit lives and we will not have brain to think mentally our brain will be like that of an animal and guess what we humans or should I say we half humans half animals will then eat each other. the temperature of the land would be 200 degree Celsius at summer that’s why we will live under the land. I guess you must be scared after reading this as I was after hearing this thing…god knows what future will be!!

meeting with the past.......

As the bus stopped at the vip road. Seema took the bus and sat at a comfortable place beside an old lady who was sleeping in an exhausting manner. She sat there, kept her bag beside a little space and was pondering about how pace fully this one and half years have passed. How easily it took a second to had a break up with her boyfriend sameer.She was just being nostalgic and was drowned in the river of thoughts of those special days, the curiosity of being in love, talking on the phone at midnights, hanging out at cinema halls hand in hand staring at each other for hours. But now she is an independent girl whose work doesn’t allow her to indulge in any sort of relationship or a time to enjoy with her friends. As the bus was moving at high speed she came back to her present boring world, where hard work and money was her only ambition to make her family feel proud of her was the only goal left in her life and how drastically she has changed after her break up, how stupid she was to waste money for shopping and all, because she didn’t earned at that point of time but now she understands, values and respect the every single penny she earns. It was indeed a hot evening and every single person in the bus was sweating or sleeping due to such traffic jam and when the bus reached the dumdum park then a guy dressed in a white shirt and blue jeans took the bus and sat beside seema in a window seat. That guy was none other then his ex boyfriend sameer. Unfortunately sameer was too busy to have a look on people in the bus. But after seeing her same old boyfriend, Seema tried to hide her face so as to ignore the boy who was his only desire in life at some point of life. The cell phone of sameer was ringing and he picked it up in a clumsy manner.

Sameer- “hello, sweetheart I am about to reach there”

Sameer-I am waiting to see your beautiful face honey” and then his eyes met with his past.he disconnected the phone and was feeling quite nervous and shocked.

Seema was shocked too. She didn’t imagine that her love can easily accept and adore any other girl rather than her. How effected she was, and how unaffected by his earlier relationship he was,

Hello seema.said sameer.

Hi.said seema.

So how’s life going? Asked sameer.

Just living with the memoirs of my love.

That sarcasm, echoed in sameer’s ears.

He felt so embarrassed that he was willing to leave the bus, but he didn’t.

Sameer was spellbound to see how beautiful seema was looking and seema on the other hand was ashamed to even recognize that promiscuous man.

After few minutes later they both left the bus at the same stop and in the same restaurant was sameer having a silent conversation with his new girlfriend radhika but his eyes were fixed on seema.

And alone there was seema working as a manager in that restaurant…