Recently, I just happen to come across this fact that how much are guys thinking about the whole concept of alpha-woman. I must admit this whole concept seem to scare the hell out of them. The very fact that today in India, the major power-packed positions are held by women, seem to hurt some aching nerve of men. All they can think about is there nightmare getting true.
There seem to be lots & lots of retaliation against the discrimination, towards women, from guys. Each one of them seem to worry about the day when women will occupy all of the important positions across the globe & will become the string pullers for the men who'll be boiled down to nothing but puppets.
I agree to everything that's said. Given the current situations, where women are supported on the fact that they had been downtrodden since centuries & now its time to give them their rights, the eventual end is definitely this. But... why do no one still looks at what is still going on. The women whom we talk about consists around only say 30% of the complete women population of the country, the rest of the 70% still remains the subdued one... the one who are brought up to get married, run the household, get pregnant, give birth (in fact in many cases... multiple times), raise kids and then grow old and die. These 70% are still being taught how to become good wives and how to please in-laws... I don't say thats bad but then I don't think guys should even get worried... since that divine feminine power still does not have its 70% ready.
In fact, its just still centuries to go till this so very worried about final destination is reached. Why get worried just now... let the generations to come take care about it!
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
Musings...
No posts since past one and a half month! I know I might have committed a crime. This is never-never ever a passable or allowable act in the religion called Bloggerism! I'll not make an excuse of being busy or that nothing interesting happened in my LIFE. All I can say is that I was suffering from the conventional and communicative disease of laziness.
The first few words that ring in my ears, when I think about this ailment, are "Aalas Buri Bala Hai!" These age old words of wisdom have been passed down from generation to generation in one or the other way. Kabeer stated it as "Kaal kare so aaj kar, aaj kare so ab! Pal mein parlay hoegi, bahuri karega kab?" But now if someone would wake up and try to look around with open eyes, one would look at a bunch of closed eyes and hear loud snores and a plain chant of "Aaj kare so kaal kar, kaal kare so parson. Itni jaldi kya hai pyaare, abhi pade hain barson!"
Due to this LAZY factor, a new phenomenon is budding up! That is to achieve maximum possible in minimum possible time with minutest of efforts required. This is pretty much proved by the increasing number of reality shows that are populating the TV channels. What on observes is that these reality shows, now in there 2nd or 3rd seasons, are gradually becoming a platform for kids on the block. The average age of contestants is decreasing as the zeal to prove oneself at an early age is increasing tremendously. These little ones of around 16 or 17 years of age have barely achieved puberty and are right there in front of our eyes in all glitteratti and glamorous mode. I sometimes wonder, have I overslept or was I too Lazy to see this! :|
The first few words that ring in my ears, when I think about this ailment, are "Aalas Buri Bala Hai!" These age old words of wisdom have been passed down from generation to generation in one or the other way. Kabeer stated it as "Kaal kare so aaj kar, aaj kare so ab! Pal mein parlay hoegi, bahuri karega kab?" But now if someone would wake up and try to look around with open eyes, one would look at a bunch of closed eyes and hear loud snores and a plain chant of "Aaj kare so kaal kar, kaal kare so parson. Itni jaldi kya hai pyaare, abhi pade hain barson!"
Due to this LAZY factor, a new phenomenon is budding up! That is to achieve maximum possible in minimum possible time with minutest of efforts required. This is pretty much proved by the increasing number of reality shows that are populating the TV channels. What on observes is that these reality shows, now in there 2nd or 3rd seasons, are gradually becoming a platform for kids on the block. The average age of contestants is decreasing as the zeal to prove oneself at an early age is increasing tremendously. These little ones of around 16 or 17 years of age have barely achieved puberty and are right there in front of our eyes in all glitteratti and glamorous mode. I sometimes wonder, have I overslept or was I too Lazy to see this! :|
Sunday, July 01, 2007
The Night time Adventures!!
Now now… don’t think that the blog that you are gonna read now is not suitable for the minors’ eyes… in fact its pretty much to do with the ones of there age and also the ones like us (who still have the small one hidden inside). Recently, after coming back to Roorkee, I had to temporarily shift in another room in a different wing of the hostel, the one which no one prefers the most. And yeah… on the same very day, I very much understood why it is so. After shifting all my stuff and relaxing a bit, I just thought of having a look at Sonal’s room (she had already gone home) and to see if I can find anything to munch… what met my eyes first was a lovely note she had stuck near the switchboard about the dos and don’ts in the room. The list was not very long and bulky, just contained the following three points:
- Do not try and open the window, there is a large family of lizards residing there.
- Do not leave the door opened for long, there are too many of them.
- A packet of Wai-Wai is in my cupboard! J
LIZARDS as we all know them are the creation of God that me and Sonal despise the most. Can’t even bear to have one, in the very small room, which SB has provided us. Hina has also shifted to a nearby room, and shares our concerns regarding the creepy creatures. Now the fear and hate vent out in form of different reactions that we give to there different sizes. The small ones are chased upon and killed as soon as possible. The bigger ones are feared and looked constantly at, in order to be careful where they head too. And the medium ones can’t be murdered but yeah… we do chase them so that they get out of the room!
Now, from the time we have shifted in these rooms, our trio has been busy with late night adventures with these Lizards of the Sabarmati wing. We have got well equipped in order to fight Lizardophobia. You think about it and we have it… a broom, crazy lines chalk, hit and what not. And in fact we’ve not let even a small time wasted in Lizard Proofing our rooms.
The nights are tiresome and the days are dreary... but all we need is peace, solace and to get away with this tension as early as possible! May our requests are heard by the God Almighty!
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Confessions of a Slothful Environment!
Had it not been a desire to have a look at my Dad's office or an unnecessary temptation of undergoing a small term training at the country's largest public sector unit, I would never have landed up in an environment which I now dislike the most. Kudos to Dad for spending a long (>22 years .... man!!) glorious period of his professional life here... Bravo... I'm proud of you Dad!
What hits me the most is the contrasting difference between the two workplaces... the one where I interned last summer & the one where I am getting trained this summer. The only similarity is that both of them are the ace ones in their respective fields. But they are so very different from head to foot, from body to soul, that I can't help but disgruntle at the situation.
Now most of my frenz would simply nod and sigh out their acceptance by saying "Yeah! I know What you did last summer!", but buddies believe me when I say this certainly is not like what I did last summer :(. Every, single drop of air here shouts loud bout the laziness & careless attitude of work.
Time is something which they seem to have in abundance. In compensation to the flexible timings people enjoyed at MS, the office here is supposed to open at 8 AM, though the security walas (not the good natured men of G4S but old uncles of CISF) keep you waiting till 8:45 AM to furnish you with a Gate Pass (the Sarkari bhai of Access Card). Why in the whole world do I need it... just in order to get into the grounds of BHEL, to cross the huge iron gates guarding the ADM building which is not a spec when compared to the MS campus (though small in size, it still had a sense of grandness and a prevalent homely feeling). Moreover, the G4S guys never used to let you enter without your access cards whereas here no one even cares more than a needle to check your gate pass thouroughly.
Entering further into the realms, there is no heed given to the employees' enjoyment. In IDC, our Team Admins used to remain on their toes for every small little favors we used to ask from them. Here the so called Personnel department doesn't even care for it! As an intern too I had enjoyed a hell lot at IDC, whereas here I am god-dammit paying for getting trained :(, so why should I be given any good natured, well behaved conversations!
All this and much more ( I know it more or less seems like a cribbing session... but couldn't help it), it just gives a thought to what the hell will the goverment do or how much great deeds can a governemnt do with this kindda attitude prevalent in all government and public sectors. These offices and firms are there to help countrymen grow and let the country grow... but the biggest question is how will the seed even survive without even a beam of the sunshine of enthusiasm!
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Chronicles of Nostalgia: The sentimental arguments, the MISS YOUs and the whole idea!
Not so long ago, there was this tale, which was prevalent in the undergraduate students at IITR, that there exists a land of Nostalgia which opened for the chosen ones whenever it needed them.
The chosen ones were the graduating students... unlike the Chronicles of Narnia; Chronicles of Nostalgia never had any fixed names and numbers for the chosen ones. It is now time for the Batch of 2007 to go and save the Land of Nostalgia and free it from the worries of parting! The chosen ones... the kings and queens were awestruck and perplexed when they first landed in Nostalgia. Everything seemed same yet so different to their eyes. Though they have been watching the similar events year after year, but then they were indifferent as they were not chosen to face the war. The war against raging emotions, weird feelings, parting speeches, good bye gifts and the most dangerous one - the sentimental arguments.
These kind of arguments emerged from the sheer want of shooing away the sad emotional waves that now frequently struck the shore in the depth of each and every heart. They were these stupidest of arguments like the challenges to make someone cry, the sarcastic comments being passed or the worst parting ever - an ego clash!
The next weapon with the evil side is the compulsion to bid Good Byes and to utter the Miss Yous. One realized how hard it is to do so after landing in the war, after making several unsuccessful attempts to banish them.
The general personal ideas to the war is:
The whole idea of parting gives me goosebumps... how can one say bye to the joy one had... how can one bid farewell to the feelings one shared... how can one shut her/his eyes towards the fun one made! And to top it all the scariest of all is what if I'm not missed by anyone... as such itself I was never important to anyone... or at least no one made me fell like one. What if I'm just washed away from all their minds and conscience? What in the world will I do without all these nice and choicest of people that I admired and considered as closest of friends (despite of the fact that I might not have been the one for them!) What will then happen to this abandoned soul of mine?
All in all the complete situations is nothing but a some kind of nuisance that goes in ones inner self. To overcome it is the victory and then only will the Land of Nostalgia leave you and be lost in happiness ever after.
The chosen ones were the graduating students... unlike the Chronicles of Narnia; Chronicles of Nostalgia never had any fixed names and numbers for the chosen ones. It is now time for the Batch of 2007 to go and save the Land of Nostalgia and free it from the worries of parting! The chosen ones... the kings and queens were awestruck and perplexed when they first landed in Nostalgia. Everything seemed same yet so different to their eyes. Though they have been watching the similar events year after year, but then they were indifferent as they were not chosen to face the war. The war against raging emotions, weird feelings, parting speeches, good bye gifts and the most dangerous one - the sentimental arguments.
These kind of arguments emerged from the sheer want of shooing away the sad emotional waves that now frequently struck the shore in the depth of each and every heart. They were these stupidest of arguments like the challenges to make someone cry, the sarcastic comments being passed or the worst parting ever - an ego clash!
The next weapon with the evil side is the compulsion to bid Good Byes and to utter the Miss Yous. One realized how hard it is to do so after landing in the war, after making several unsuccessful attempts to banish them.
The general personal ideas to the war is:
The whole idea of parting gives me goosebumps... how can one say bye to the joy one had... how can one bid farewell to the feelings one shared... how can one shut her/his eyes towards the fun one made! And to top it all the scariest of all is what if I'm not missed by anyone... as such itself I was never important to anyone... or at least no one made me fell like one. What if I'm just washed away from all their minds and conscience? What in the world will I do without all these nice and choicest of people that I admired and considered as closest of friends (despite of the fact that I might not have been the one for them!) What will then happen to this abandoned soul of mine?
All in all the complete situations is nothing but a some kind of nuisance that goes in ones inner self. To overcome it is the victory and then only will the Land of Nostalgia leave you and be lost in happiness ever after.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Commercialization
Since some time, it has so happened that I have ended up writing something or other during the long dreary hours of lectures. Today as well, when I have started writing this I notice a basic fact for the very first time. It is a very plain and simple fact that I have been writing things only during those lectures when some powerpoint presentation is going on.
Now, Mr. Bill Gates would definitely have had some idea of how large it is going to become when he introduced Powerpoint to the MS Office package. PPT files have become an important part of all kinds of business – teaching, marketing or otherwise. Things have changed before and things are changing now. But some things and some people still stick to the older methods. It was just yesterday when I visited one of the junior’s rooms and found her scribbling something on a transparent sheet with a permanent marker. She told me that they need to give a presentation and the only aide they’ve is an Over Head Projector. My – my, I was shocked and frowned at the technical prospects that a premier institute provides its students with.
People say that we’re developing and the net per capita income is increasing continuously. Now, looking at the mathematical aspects of this I find that though the increase is continuous but the distribution is surely discrete. People, who earn, earn a lot and those who can never get a penny across!
In this scenario, there ought to be conditions that people opt for weird things as a profession or rather a way to earn living. Recently, our class went on a trip to Manali. It is an awesome and beautiful place. When we visited Snow Point, the nearest possible place from Manali, where one can find snow in the month of April, I did get an idea of how can mankind commercialize some very mere ideas of joy in order to get the most important of all – money. Rs. 40/- per head to pose with a Yak, Rs.100/- for using a tyre tube to slide on snow… are some very weird examples of what I want to convey. How mean has mankind become? To commercialize or to sell all the little things in life that can give even a meager amount of happiness to someone, sounds so very unkind!
Thursday, April 05, 2007
TP in lecture!
OK now, what the crap all this is! This is supposed to be a class and professor is supposedly giving some presentation on "Wireless Networks". He has started from slide 6-25 "Avoiding Collisions", the head and tail of which I am unable to understand. And surprisingly enough, he has now moved on to 6-26 and probably will teach more. He seems to be a in a mood today, unfortunately not of teaching but of running through the slides and somehow very generously of singing a lullaby to the students. 6-27 no and man... he doesn't seem to stop at this too. Can't he understand that after getting all new Wi-Fi 802.11g internet connection in rooms, who the hell gives a damn to the crappy 802.11 frame structure.
This specific class was held after some very common but definitely dramatic sequences of reality. After the 10 minutes long absence of the instructor from the class i.e. we spent 10 whole minutes waiting for him in a dungy classroom in one of the non-lively corners of the department, we finally decided to leave for our respective hangouts (By the way 6-28 now...). We had barely reached the ground floor and Alas! out came a solid apparition from the dreaded alley (the professor's rooms) informing us that - "Don't go dears! Sir aa rahe hain!". :( All this and we were all taken aback by the wave of disappointment. With the dreary and foggy silence of frustration all around us, we walked to the second floor for the room S-308. (Ahh, 6-29 now!) After some good enough efforts and speculations and some knowledge of Combinatorics we adjusted ourselves in order to help us "jhelofy" the 40 mins long (10 more mins gone) boring session. And... wait for what is coming next... some fellow came and said "Class is supposed to be held in S-310 & not here"! My-my, all this occurs specifically when you are not at all in a mood to attend lectures. With some past 7-8 sleepless nights, one wants to finally give rest to the eyelids but the desire is fulfilled occasionally only.
By now, its is 12:45 pm now... 15 more stupid and eerie minutes and I will be a free bird to spread my wings to their maximum length and fly from the E&C tower rooftop. A daydream fantasy though, but it sure helps me each time I am stuck up somewhere in the non-sensible lectures for another 15 minutes. And yeah, especially when one know that the torture is going to continue for some more insane minutes (6-30 slide with couple of green circles and graphics).
I spent the last 10 minutes about strategically planning the end of this note, while blankly staring at the projector screen. The only conclusion I reached was that probably I have crossed the limits of running out of one's mind coz all I could think of was not an ending to this but somehow a start of another one. The only one thing that has crossed my mind till now & that too several times is the very popular, tangy and unforgettable song "Zabaan pe laga, laga re... Namak ishq ka!" :P So, all the dudes and dudettes out there, don't worry I know I am insane :D.
This specific class was held after some very common but definitely dramatic sequences of reality. After the 10 minutes long absence of the instructor from the class i.e. we spent 10 whole minutes waiting for him in a dungy classroom in one of the non-lively corners of the department, we finally decided to leave for our respective hangouts (By the way 6-28 now...). We had barely reached the ground floor and Alas! out came a solid apparition from the dreaded alley (the professor's rooms) informing us that - "Don't go dears! Sir aa rahe hain!". :( All this and we were all taken aback by the wave of disappointment. With the dreary and foggy silence of frustration all around us, we walked to the second floor for the room S-308. (Ahh, 6-29 now!) After some good enough efforts and speculations and some knowledge of Combinatorics we adjusted ourselves in order to help us "jhelofy" the 40 mins long (10 more mins gone) boring session. And... wait for what is coming next... some fellow came and said "Class is supposed to be held in S-310 & not here"! My-my, all this occurs specifically when you are not at all in a mood to attend lectures. With some past 7-8 sleepless nights, one wants to finally give rest to the eyelids but the desire is fulfilled occasionally only.
By now, its is 12:45 pm now... 15 more stupid and eerie minutes and I will be a free bird to spread my wings to their maximum length and fly from the E&C tower rooftop. A daydream fantasy though, but it sure helps me each time I am stuck up somewhere in the non-sensible lectures for another 15 minutes. And yeah, especially when one know that the torture is going to continue for some more insane minutes (6-30 slide with couple of green circles and graphics).
I spent the last 10 minutes about strategically planning the end of this note, while blankly staring at the projector screen. The only conclusion I reached was that probably I have crossed the limits of running out of one's mind coz all I could think of was not an ending to this but somehow a start of another one. The only one thing that has crossed my mind till now & that too several times is the very popular, tangy and unforgettable song "Zabaan pe laga, laga re... Namak ishq ka!" :P So, all the dudes and dudettes out there, don't worry I know I am insane :D.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING UNIMPORTANT
“I walk on lonely roads…. The only one that I’ve ever known……” I am sitting in my room, and the famous Green Day number’s music is encouraging me to go on with this piece. In last few days, it has turned out so that my academic and extra curricular commitments are keeping me busy and eventually away from my friends. And today it has so happened that I am all alone in my small single-seater room and thinking all different ways that I’ve been left out by… Am I feeling claustrophobic or is it just a sunken feeling of tiredness which has taken me in its tense grasp? I have suddenly become unimportant in the life of most important people in my life. I give messages, missed calls, calls and all I receive in answer is a silence… silence of ignorance, silence of forgetfulness, silence of unimportance.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Manliness??
About 6 cigarettes in 2 hours! My friend told me about this great (to say) achievement of his. My very first reaction was not to believe him, but then later on I did realize that he was actually telling me the truth. I tried not to speak about it to him and even on that day I did not. But unfortunately (or may be fortunately… I am not so sure about it) I couldn’t get this thing out of my mind. I wouldn’t say that smoking is BAD or the guys who do it can be categorized popularly as BAD, but still there is this one thing coz of which I ,or to generalize, people are not very much comfy with FAGGING. In case anyone wants to go and set their very own lungs to fire, she/he has very much a right to do it. The next time I met my friend I did ask him why he did so… the answer I got did shook something within me. He said, I just did it coz I didn’t had any other thing to do… since I don’t drink and as everyone was doing something I took up a fag, lit it and that’s how it proceeded further.
Surprised and shocked by the answer I spent all these days thinking about it. Then there was one time when I discussed this with another friend of mine… and I wasn’t at all taken aback by what he said in a reply. “Come on! It’s pretty usual in guys… I mean… when there are people around you and they make fun… you gotta do something to look manly!” But yeah, I won’t refuse that I didn’t think upon this. In fact, it was this which lead to the chain of thoughts and finally to this blog.
What is this manliness? Is it some kind of feeling or some permanent genetic fault in human males that encourages them to do stupid things and then justify it? What is this force which lets guys do n number of experiments over themselves in order to prove the popularly famous “Theorem of Manliness” to the others that surround them?
No offences meant to anybody, but I am searching for an answer to these questions.
Surprised and shocked by the answer I spent all these days thinking about it. Then there was one time when I discussed this with another friend of mine… and I wasn’t at all taken aback by what he said in a reply. “Come on! It’s pretty usual in guys… I mean… when there are people around you and they make fun… you gotta do something to look manly!” But yeah, I won’t refuse that I didn’t think upon this. In fact, it was this which lead to the chain of thoughts and finally to this blog.
What is this manliness? Is it some kind of feeling or some permanent genetic fault in human males that encourages them to do stupid things and then justify it? What is this force which lets guys do n number of experiments over themselves in order to prove the popularly famous “Theorem of Manliness” to the others that surround them?
No offences meant to anybody, but I am searching for an answer to these questions.
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