Festival Mood Vs Monday Blues

Every 'Essay and Elocution' class (We had once a week, I chose this ‘essay and elocution.. Duhh.. What a nerd I was at school!!’), when at school just after a festival.. the topic always used to be.. 'How did you celebrate....' So and so festival..
So lame as it may sound to you now as you read it.. :P I could just buy into the myth of re-writing on that topic again.. :D


Not nostalgic.. But what the hell.. this is my place to write afterall! ;) 'Revisiting Essay n Elocution classes' And also ofcourse because I was at home for 'Vinayaka Chaviti' , well let me put it as you might call it 'Ganesh Chathurti', after 4 years.. And one more thing that adds up is 'Ramzan' also fell on the same day.. Dunno how.. and there were many wallpapers uploaded on Facebook and people commenting on how proud they are feeling to be Indians.. lol :D
I liked some wallpapers though..(Sure not the comments and the slogans..Just the wallpapers Patriotism is something much beyond those slogans is what I think! :) ) ;)

My essay in 8th or 9th classes would have started, I swear.. like this..

A picture uploaded by one of my friends on FB! :D

"I got up early in the morning."

But, I didn't. :D


"I took bath and put on new clothes."
But, I didn't. :D


"I helped my mother in her household chores."
But, I didn't. :D


"I prayed to god with utmost respect and unshakable faith and belief."
But, I didn't. :D


"I studied for some time.(Because on this day, my mom always said.. U must study, to get good results! :P )"
But, I didn't. :D


"I went to the temple in the eve and stayed there singing along with the many devotees."
But, I didn't. :D


What I did was, wake up very late.. Went shopping with my dad for all the stuff the puja required for the day, tantrums with my brother.. Shopping with my cousin.. Had very nice food.. My mother prayed.. Sincerely.. I just sat and watched her do that! :D Watched an awful, horrible, disgusting gult movie (More on this later!) with my family.. Texted all my friends wishes.. Replied to some mails.. Checked Facebook (twice! :P :D ).. Did not study at all!! And as I forgot mentioning.. had Biryani and Haleem the day before.. Yeah, proud to be an Indian! ;) :D


But needless to say.. I was so happy the whole day to be home for a festival.. May sound weird to you.. but stay in 'Pilani' and you would say.. Its nice to see some civilization after two weeks.. ;)


Quality family time.. :) And the next day I find myself blogging about it during the utterly boring office hours.. What should I say.. Monday blues.. Or is this just another horrible way of spending 1/5th of your life?! :P


I was so happy at the end of the day.. I wanted this post up on the blog the same day..
I restrained myself from doing that..
But now, I didn’t! :D
Festive post 5! :D Cyazz..

5 years of time! To be or Not to be..

4th September 2010,

2:00am : Watched that one movie. Lost gale in the sequences I always loved, once upon a time!
2:15am: Switched off the laptop.. Checked my cell phone. No missed
calls.. No messages. Hmmph! That, I knew!
2:16am : "Hey, Pls let me know of the tym and place, about the
workshop thing tomoro! :) Gudnyt.."
Send message to: Mr.A..

2:17am: A water bottle.. Dark room.. Earphones on.. Some random song..
2:19am: Fireflies! :)
2:20am: Fireflies.. And my favourite song on the shuffled list! " Ahh..Feels Great!!" :)
2:22am: One more arrest to the deterrent late nights in the mobile light.. Shimmering!
2:25am: Tuckered at the assured Midnight blues... And.. ZzzzZZzzzzz!! O-)
7:00am: Sleepy eyes, Half open.. Checked the inbox to find a Text..
"Kalasiguda Boys Highschool,Secunderabad Patny Centre.. Be there by
1:30pm! :) Gudmorning.."
7:10am: Back to sleep.. :)
:D :D :D For the next few hours.. Some completely random stuff I wouldn't dicker for an extravagent sizzling hot chocolate brownie! :D:D :D
1:34 pm: Waiting at the spot, cognizant of the text I got earlier that
day! Though just four minutes late, I was tensed of being missed out
upon this! I did not want to miss..
1:58pm: After a few random calls, They come and pick me up and take me to the school.. Hence making me realize, yet again, I am bad.. No.. not just bad, I am BADDD at finding places..!
What happened there in lieu of a sober weekend afternoon is what is making me write this post!

As we entered the school.. The principal came out..
"Great to have you guys here! It is a really good thing that you are
conducting a career guidance workshop to the 9th and tenth classes ,It
is going to be really helpful for them. Please try and do it every
year, so that all the batches are benefitted."
It was one single building, close to ruins, I have seen worse.. But the terrace did not have a pent wall.. Dangerous! The children were all over the place.. None clad with uniforms.. Too much noise...
As this was what was happening infront of me... Something occurred to me, Something long forgotten.. Something that was enshrouded by many other playful memories I held on to..




"That was a sunny February afternoon, 5 years ago.. I was 
sitting the 9th class (D section room),When my class teacher 
walked in, many flyers and a few pamphlets crouched in her 
hands.. As she came in..
distributed those, everyone in the class was excited while 
they read.. I still remember the first question it put to us.. 


'What is your goal?/ What is the career option you would opt 
for?'"
As these memories rushed.. Someone, from behind.. 'Hey, 
which one do you think?'
I said "Yeah yeah, U were asking me to chose right? This 
poster is good, We ll use this one today!"
The principal was back, He went in to subdue the children, 
with all the possible concern one can have.. "Please speak to 
them as if you are one among them, they would not 
understand or reach out to you if you
spoke eccentric."

Consenting to what he said, 
We entered the hallway.. 
Where all the 8th,9th and 
10th class students were eager to know what is with 
us, till we distributed some 
sheets, Where the first question said "What is your goal?" 
The group of 8th class kids I was allocated to give a career 
guidance workshop on.. Out of the 11 in that group.. 7 
wanted to be Doctors and their answer to Why? Was not 'I 
don’t know' They all answered  that they wanted to serve 
the society. I was amazed! 3 Police officers and a 
Mechanical Engineer also held me amazed at their social 
responsibility.


"I never had a problem writing in English in my 8th or 
9th,or for that matter I never had a problem speaking in 
English too! As a kid always wanted to be a doctor! And 
as the second question asked, Why? I did not know why, I 
always wanted to be.. May be because they can help 
everyone. That was the first time in the 9th I  filled in that answer.. And I was asked to go to a room where our 
career counsellers were supposed to be sitting.. As I 
walked through the corridors.. Gay with
the sunlight.. I always felt, that someday I would be a 
doctor and there will be people waiting for me in the lounge.. waiting for my help.. For a hand to save, inspired by life! That day all I remember was most of my other classmates filled in 'Software 
Engineers' 'Mechanical Engineers' and ofcourse 
'Sportsman', Many had different reasons, and some of 
them filled in 'To serve the people'"


As they filled in the forms, One thing I observed.. They all 
had trouble with English, spellings and words, But they did 
not want to write in Telugu. They wanted to fill it up in 
English. They were determined to do that and they made me 
spell each and every word of the four questions that form 
had! I explained them of what all career options they had 
other than what they opted for and also how to reach there! 


They were mischievous, but were keen on knowing, intent 
on heeding! All the scholarship programs available, And also 
a toll free number launched for the guidance program. At 
the end of the workshop, as we bid farewell to them, I don’t 
know if I ll met these kids again, a kid (who wants to be a doctor)came to me, and 
asked me.. 'Di, Who are
you? A doctor? Did you also fill these forms in your 8th 
class?'
I smiled. I did not answer! I did not want to! May be of the 
guilt that I cheated on my own dreams!


Or may be.. I did not want the kid to know that a failure 
guided him on his career plans! Whatever that has happened 
to me.. I am a happy person now. I have been that person for long.. But that question, I could not just answer, 
fondling the kids hair.. I just said 'Study well.. One day you 
should be a doctor.. I ll come
to you for the treatment!' He smiled, wide 'Yes Di.. One day 
after I become a doctor.. I ll call this toll free number and I 
ll ask them to inform you that I achieved
it!' Given to merry frolicking of his fellow mates.. He left 
home..!

When we all sat jotting down the logistics of the day and observation on the statistics..
'More than 90% of them wanted to be police! And serve the society'
'More than 30% of them wanted to be Doctos, also to serve people'
5 years back.. I don’t know how many answered 'To serve the society..' But I bet its fewer.. much much less than 90% way less than that. I forgot to mention.. I went to one of the finest schools in town.. 'It
was private' I know why I did not want to be a doctor. Fear. Selfish, I put myself before the society. There may be many reasons why I am not a doctor now. The point is,I couldnot catch up with what I dreamt as a kid! I might be a happy person today. But I am not the person what I always wanted to be!
I never had to walk,bare foot, 2 miles to get to school.
I never faced problems buying books.
I never sat in a class room that did not have a fan.
I never had problem writing or speaking in English.
I never worked for others after the school hours.
I never wore ragged clothes.
I never slept hungry.
My life was set.. to a certain standard of living. I was a happy child. I did not know that the other side of the coin even existed! None of my classmates ever had those efforts to be made. We were born and brought up happy.. May be that is the reason.. We could not see beyond a Happy ending.. A happy person with lots of money. May be that is why We could not fill the 'Why' column. May be that is why I am not a person whom I dreamt of being! I am this now! And I cant go back to chose the other road! Yet again, My life was set.
7:30 pm: Back to my room.
9:30 pm: Started drafting a blog post.
And now I type this:
"I don’t like saying ‘the poor' or the 'needy' there aren't any. They are not poor. They are the dream catchers. Lancer! Its time we stopped feeling happy about our set lives.. What I could not do, I want the others to achieve. Who are more willed upon achieving it! You are already the person whom you dreamt of being? Then why don’t you be the first stepping stone to the others who are striving hard to catch up!?"
It was the same, I was still the same person.. But that day.. When I went to bed.. I was happier..
Happier than I have ever been..
5th September 2010,
2:17am : A water bottle.. Dark room.. Earphones on.. Some random song..
2:19am: Fireflies! :)
It is just that they looked more beautiful to me! :)

I was a happy person.. Now I am happier! :)

Now, that I shared my dreams.. :) Just because I realized, Its never too late.. And nothing is set! I thanked all my teachers before sleep hunkered down.. Atleast,I am a happy person. And I could make atleast one kid 'Dream big!'

Betwixt Lumos and Nox

"You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book
will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children"

As much as I avoid to agree upon, it is a fact that magic was what I dreamt of the most, as a child. The day I created my blogger account I figured out that the blog would be deemingly incomplete without a post on my childhood hero! So I figured I should do this right if I am doing it! And here goes..
Stupefy!’ ‘Experillamus’! His wand flew out of the door, outraged. Doesn't the line ring a familiar bell? Of course, it is Harry Potter. A guileful expression and Ohh! Now don’t switch off the monitor.. Close the tab or do anything drastic.. Saying "Ohh not another Harry freak!!" Well.. Actually, You can do that.. But I am on the other side.. and so I continue writing.. Err.. Typing ;)
So.. Bide a wee! :D


Lumos!!

As I lazed out of my bed that day.. The news paper had this huge article and a picture of a boy holding a wand immediately abandoning the article on the assembly proceedings that day.. I started reading
that article (Yeah.. :D I always did that..)

"A classic favourite among young readers, Harry Potter has found a place in the course curriculum of Durham University in the UK this
year. Around 80 undergraduates have already signed up for it. Though students will not be taught wizardry in keeping with the books, or how to wave a wand, the course will cover the social and cultural aspects
of life through the novel and examine prejudice, bullying and friendship in modern society."

A 11 year old me must have put up to a reckless or malicious behavior that causes discomfort or annoyance in others!! Devilment!! Must have asked my father to send me for studies in the UK! :P
Well.. Not now.. I am 19!! See.. As much as I tend to abnegate today I cannot deny the fact that
12 years of age and I was one of those millions and trillions of Harry Potter freaks!!!

Not to mention all those scary dark art dreams I had all the spells waking me up in the bed! I must say I loved all that! Not just because it is fascinating and alluring but as i look back today.. I learnt many things I needed to, and Harry Potter helped me do it the right way!
In contrast to much of the Pagan discussion I've seen, I think the books and movie do teach some of our basic Wiccan values in a subtle and entertaining way, and that's part of their appeal.Courage, empathy, ingenuity and generosity are some of our core values, found in the heros and heras of thousands of fairy tales. Harry and his friends exemplify them all. They contend with the values
of his loathesome relations who represent utter conventionality (the adults) and utter selfishness and bullying (his cousin Dudley). One of the first things we see Harry do is to talk to a snake with empathy.
Stands up for his friend against the snobbery.
Magic in the Harry Potter books is a somewhat neutral force, a technology and a talent rather than an ethos. Part of the genius of the books is that the shadow side of life is dramatized so vividly.
Childhood is full of intense passions and contests of power. Witness a pair of five-year-olds playing together, and you'll see anguish, outrage, affection, hurt, jealousy and selflessness succeed each other
like rapid changes in the weather. Children's lives are determined by powerful figures who set the ground rules, provide or don't provide love, nurturing, nourishment, pleasure and privileges.
How important it is for children to see both their positive and negative impulses mirrored, The presence and absence of it, to know that greed and envy and rage are part of the common human condition. Only then can they eventually develop the maturity to grow beyond greed and hate. The shadow side is not disavowed, it's acknowledged and recognized. It's part! You can never overlook! Certainly influenced by the values in the books they read, but often in ways that are more oblique and paradoxical than we think. As a child, I read books about magic voraciously. I so desperately wanted magic to be real. The willingness to sacrifice, the concept of a deity who represents powerful, unconditional love, in a way I could understand and accept. In that world, consciousness is not limited to human beings. Animals,
plants, and objects all carry their own awareness and can be communicated with.
Isn't that the essence of the Pagan worldview: that the earth is alive, that all being has consciousness, and that we can learn to communicate with that consciousness if we are sensitive and empathetic. In a global culture increasingly devitalized, corporatized, logoized and shopping malled, where everything is reduced to a commodity that can be bought and sold, I find it cheering that kids still yearn for magic. I hope their love of Harry's magic will inspire them to cherish and defend the natural world upon which real magic is based.
Obviously, the idea of heroes fighting for values in some sense has to be part of any compelling fiction. What strikes me about the Harry Potter series is the richness of the characters and their commitment
to their personal values. There are a lot of people saying these books promote witchcraft, these books are satanic. You have a lot of fairly stringent attacks on the books by Christians. And then you have some
Christians who are arguing the books are in fact fundamentally religious in nature and are promoting key religious ideas. These are interesting debates, but I am offering a fundamentally different way
to look at the books. I am saying, yes, they do include these religious elements. But they are fundamentally at cross-purpose with Rowling’s central theme, which is all the elements related to this
heroic fight for values.

Today, rereading the books,
The magic in Harry Potter takes us back into an animate universe,
where hats talk,
pictures move,
snakes hold conversations.

This world lies just on the other side of ordinary reality, behind a
door or through a seemingly solid wall. Ahh.. How I wish there is a
door, like in Narnia! ;)

This is not a review.. This is what I felt and dreamt of a hero who
made me ‘read’!

"There are many little ways to enlarge a child's world. Love of
books is the best of all".
#Grateful!


Nox!!

Every Cloud has a Silver Lining

Sick of all the TV viewing and lazing around,ten days into my summer vacation, I decided I should cease to be bored and be awesome instead! ;) And since my childhood, whenever there was hint of awesomeness.. My fun-map pointed it to Vizag, The city of destination! :) The magic that city holds.. I should say,It makes everything nah wait,EVERYTHING look a lot better! It fascinates me! More on that later..


Concerned of getting bored on my first lonely journey ever! I bid farewell to my parents clutching "The Bleachers-John Grisham" in my hand. Found my seat.. And was surrounded by various people..! And to my surprise.. Most of them were travelling alone too..!!
I always liked the window seat, glad on getting one, I made my way through all the clutter and sat there, waiting for the train to move towards the destination. When after a few other stations an old couple came up to the coach dabbering but well in time before the train sped past the lustrous green fields. I was enjoying the view, Once in a while, I discover the nature-lover in me! The sheeny grass and the fresh air which went missing decades ago in cities and left those with the lonesome concrete jungles!


One tall,lanky guy with a sober expression on, was sitting in the corner of the coach.. His window down,and his attire made it clear that he was least interested to start a coversation with the others..
'Ahem' One sturdy looking man who was sitting right across the coach, cleared his throat, who ofcourse obviously might have noticed that I was travelling alone, embarked inquiring me...


Student?
Why are you studying there?
Why are you going to Vizag?
Are you really travelling alone? (Why the hell would I sit alone, quietly if I were not travelling alone?)
Whats your percentage in Engineering? (I smiled, did not answer! :P )
'Aaaaaghh!! Will you stop it already?'
Yeah, to my utter bliss!! He was no more interested in my answers but, He started his tale, a doctor he was and served many people, in a private hospital before he fell ill and decided to leave the profession and go stay with his son.. At this point where one man beckoned by our conversation came in and said he was a commissioned military officer in the Indian army but resigned due to many reasons (which he did not give us!)
As we spoke a crippled old man in rags came into the coach and cleaned the cluttered floor (I only recalled of how I cribbed last night to clean my own room much to my mothers annoyance).

Live n Let Live..

The doctor continued speaking to the others, There were two business men who explained him their job and enjoined him about their commodities! When he turned to me and lectured me, of how dangerous it is for girls to travel alone (It was broad day light all along the journey! Trust me!!)
As this went on.. The old man said he was a teacher in a government school worked for 39 years before retirement and that he was visiting his son! Till they asked of what the lady did.. "She must be a House wife right? Couldn’t guess better.." With intended sarcasm, as she smiled no one noticed the old man in rags except for the old lady. She gave him some money and thanked him, and went to the washroom!


Her husband calmly spoke, She adopted 2 orphans and that they had two sons adding that they are now visiting one of those orphans, and not one of their own kids!! That was a blow out of the water, as she returned.. I looked at her, She was calm.. A peaceful smile, And no one spoke anything for few minutes.. The train screeched to halt at a very small station, the lanky guy got up from his seat, took a coin from his pocket, gave it to the old man and left! Some how, I was sure that man was a happier person when he reached his destination! Savvy!


Relished from her silent act! Basked in her glory! Little does she know that she confronted yet another soul of perdition apart from bequeathing her four nestlings!
Not knowing what to say.. Or may be I knew.. there was nothing more to say.. I continued to look out of the window.. Into the skies.. Then realizing, Every cloud has a silver Lining!!
I put in one more coin and thanked the old man... figured, that journey indeed made a difference!! As Live Love n Laugh get together so well for me.. And now, so do 'Live and Let Live'!! :)
Thanking the aborigine.. Now and more than ever! :)
A memory is a way of holding to things that you love.. The things that you are.. And the things you never want to lose..
Sometimes in the winds of change... We find our true direction!! :)
I learnt that I needed to
Stop existing and Start living!!

Lets go to the mallll..Todayyy!!! :D

Prerequisite: Watch How I met your Mother (I prefer HIMYM) 2XY episode! ;)


I think the Robin Scherbatsky aka Robin Sparkles syndrome, The mall phobia is gonna hit me soon...!! ;)
Well I don't think it is gonna be a phobia or a big secret like hers though.. :P


Point being, whenever I contrive to meet up someone here in Hyd.. The only place that can possibly strike to them is the malls! :D
True..


Don't expect all my friends to be on a shopping spree 24X7 in the malls but dunno why, but they prefer that and to my surprise only that!! Storm!!!
Aaaggghhh!!! But the malls..!! The malls, They share the feeling I have for the airports! Abominable!!

Go on.. You may ask..

Arrested at the mall??

Dumped at the mall?

Mauled at the mall?

Trapped under a fake boulder at a mall?

Lol..Not a very complicated answer like  Robin Scherbatsky

No! I am really not used to all those classy things

I hate the crowd

I hate the neatness! :O :P

I hate the elegance!

I hate the classy look they promise! :P

I just can't stand them for more than.. hmm.. lemme say 15mins?? Ohkk don't glare at me now! :P Ok Yeah.. 30 mins if my friends are with me!! :D Fine! That is it! :P You can't ask me to think again! ;)

Yeah, I like exaggerating things but not so much though..
Trust me 4 days in Hyd and I have been to 3 malls already!!

A systematic investigation to establish facts:

• Almost all the malls are named.. Three lettered.. Initials most of them!

• Every mall is a structure consisting of a room or set of rooms at a single position along a vertical scale atleast three!!

• Every mall has half the city in it! :P Lol.. Too many people! :D

•  All the malls have a 'Cinema' in the top most storey!

The RGZ mall.. Colorful..
The GHK mall.. Swish..!!
The blah blah blah mall.. extravagant... Lol!!


Trrrrinngggg!! Trrrrinnnggg!!!
Oh Wait, I am getting a call!!


Ooohh its 'Mr.J'(Yeah, I like Hrithik.. ;) :P ) :D


Me: Heyy Wassup? Long tym..
J: Yeah Long tym.. Heard you r in Hyd.. Hwa you doing? Lets meet..
Me: Sounds kool.. Which place??
J: Hmm.. The PLR mall??


Me: '@!#@!#@$#$!@#$'
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Look!! Robin is rapping! ;)
"      Everybody come and play

              Throw every last care away

              Let's go to the mall todayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!! "

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To the extent I hate malls that episode was just a lol.. Loved it!

But I still hate the malls!!!

Silver Line: I know that XY (In the prerequisite) is 09 But I want you to watch them all!! # HIMYM Freak!! ;)

Yellow Journalism | Prohibit Pulitzer or A Riot against Randolph?

39,775 newspapers

4,207 dailies
14,00 telivision stations
India: The second largest market in the world for newspapers


After waking up late and reading the Newspaper for some time, I was really keen on doing something fun to make up for my extremely lazy weekend that summer all I could come up with, is some junk food by my side and a remote control!! :D Seee.. You are right.. Television! :D is the only thing that comes to mind.. right?

Huh.. Wait for it..
That was not the first time I heard of a criminal offense in the city, but.. Butchering is what we can call, pestering an already chafed and galled mother, Tears streaming down her cheeks, refusing to stop, of
the utterly agonizing murder of her eumoirous daughter, with unending questions for that was what I see when I was lazily scanning through those news channels. The controlled tears brimming in her eyes asked several questions.. Her tears, went unanswered!

'Bing!!'
There.. I commute to a safer zone frustrated with the urge to find something soothing.. Eventually ending up with those channels which are least bothered even if the third world war is about to commence, and all that matters is a spouse's distress in a daily serial which is not even remotely TRUE!! What we see is a young lad challenging his so-called-mentor (who are never, surprisingly, taken-aback) about his skills, everything that shows his disrespect and overconfidence which comes to a young lad whenever there is a corrected ego as a result, masquerading his actual reason of being there! Couldn't take it any longer..

That is it! There is a 'Bing!!' Here again!!
To yet another station which interestingly anchors.. Of how they sold their soul to the craving before mutilating innocence!

Lol things?? Haha! There was this ‘one n half hour’ program on a celebrity’s marriage and his affairs!! Yeah, admirers would want to know personal details.. But one n half hour?!!! Come on!! And may be if I waited, they would have spoken about many other ‘sensational’ things. So, when you wonder why someone on the TV says they spoke to Obama aide and that aide said Obama will drop out soon, just remember what Yellow Journalism is. When you want to know why MSNBC trashes Hillary, dismiss it as move on and don't give in to the "shock value" that drives what they report and how they report it.

Need less to say, A country with the second largest market in the world for newspapers, that country which ranks 4th in the list of countries by number of television broadcast stations, is no exception, invigorated by the Yellow fever! Lack of good is not what a person is complaining about!! Ethics! Lack of ethics is what is being questioned here!!

There can be no higher law in journalism than to tell the truth and to shame the devil, is something that was long forgotten by the media that is now suffering with the yellow fever.. "Yellow journalism" (The Spanish American war did not teach anything! No aversive stimulus! Rather promised a reward’!! ) Today, the most important service rendered by the press and the magazines is that of educating people to approach printed matter with distrust. A free press will either be good or bad but a press without freedom is nothing but bad. Well if 'freedom' was understood as sensationalism, distorted stories, and misleading images for the sole purpose of boosting newspaper sales and exciting public opinion. A small voice in my head says.. 'Sorry, we are not for it!' (Conveniently unheeding the other instincts)

Meanwhile, the TRP ratings for all those 'Bing!!!s' reach a sky-high value... I don't pause and say "Uff!!! Audience!!" ( Wanna add more?! ) Ratings=Money that's what it is all about.We talk about a free press. They hide, behind the slogans of free press make a lot of money, they can come out with any crap. It's an insult to the readers.

They make us believe things.
The first search result on Google India for ‘Trust in media’ is
“Don’t trust Indian Media!” (Yeah, ‘with’ an exclamation!!!)
It is still the same, they make us be’LIE’ve things.

What is to be done? Prohibit Pulitzer?? Riot against Randolph?? Haahh!! Why not conveniently go for the 'None of the above' option? Now, all of sudden after so many years of yellow fever, A HRC comes up to realize the violation of the Human Rights 'in every aspect', yet giving an open chance to the respective TV channel managements to discuss on the verdict delivered by Commission which ofcourse obviously goes into the list of the conveniently tackledtaboos.. Quest to impute someone?? The media? The system? Or the audience?? Whom?? Or may be.. I let myself go for the 'None of the above' again... Slyly raking through those 14,00 options infront of me for something that is less disturbing... Or may be, thought provoking!! Well, if this is the case.. How many of you chose none of the above??
BREAKING NEWS!!! ??? When they begin to look like the rest of them, It's hard to pull them back. Astray. Dismiss it and move on, and don't fall for it. I think we're all smarter than this. But deep down somewhere, I know.. Someday Sometime.. I ll find another option and I ll choose that, to make a change! The ungratified mind rants.. Though clearly ignored...
Bing!!!

A Happily Ever After...

Let me first tell you how this started.. :D
I was bored and so tried editing my Google account information when there was this question:

"A thing that google can't help you with.."
I did not even pause and think... Don't know how, may be it was deep down there.. And I filled the tab.. 'In finding out a happily ever after!' Though not here to speak about philosophy (That is not me already! May be there is a lot of time for me to write on that! ;) ) What I wanted to tell was.. I was puzzled about the spontaneity with which I could answer that!! No holding back! Most of the stories I read and admired almost always ended with a happy note.. So, may be, I thought, that's where this blog should start.. With a happily ever after..

For the next 15 minutes after I saved my google account information...
My thoughts.. I always anticipated of how it should be.. The happily ever after..


This anticipation must have started when my father read out "... And they lived happily ever after" before kissing me goodnight.. That was a perfect life then, I thought.. 'this' must be the happily ever after... Not long before I realized.. Nothing remained the same.. School, small fights for crayons, tantrums for a Chocolate, that big red plastic ball, sports day at school, the drama I was in, birthdays, piggy banks.. And the thing is that, at every point, I blissfully thought 'Uhh!! This is the happily ever after! :) ' But it was not!! That was not the happily ever after!


Or it might have started at that time when I secretly read those novels with a happy ending before the next day dawned and Everything changed from school.. As it always did, College came and only things that mattered were ranks, marks and grades! And definitely that was not my happily ever after!! The restless mind ranted whenever there was a mishap.. Very few or may be wait.. There were no incidents at all when I thought 'Awww! This is life!!' In those two years!!

Perhaps it started when i was happily entering this life, the campus life.. with the craving to find out if that was the happily ever after!! Friends forever, late night chats.. blah blah blah **Don’t want to sound more cliched here!! (It will make me feel nostalgic and I may forget that I have one more semester to let these things entice me like they always did!! :D)
But at the end of it.. Perhaps that was not the happily ever after either.. Coz now I Find myself awaiting yet another phase!!







Or may be it started when I asked my then recently married cousin.. 'Is this your happily ever after ?' and he answered 'No..' Bad move, I know. But I verified it!! Genuine? Check! :D And that was because all the fairy tales I grew up listening to,ended with that note..!! (You may laugh,even I was grinning when I was asking that) ;) :D
But I think I realize that the thing is it took 19 long years for me to understand that.. Everything changes, Forever is too good to be true, and that Change is the essence of life! And that change is good, rather, awesome! 
For, in this cycle of life, I now believe that, that innocent thought of 'Aww! This is happily ever after..' Whenever I tasted a candy 16 years back is just true.. Yeah, there must be that happily ever after in everything that makes you truly happy. Because, everything changes, Life is not a fairy tale. It is much n=more beautiful, because the most important things in life remain just the same, come what may! :) Or may be a hope for change is what makes us strong enough to endure what is not meant to be or may be meant to be!


After all, Google can't always help us.. ;)
Some things should be figured out by oneself!!
Moreover, Happiness is not a destination its the journey.. And Memories are bliss!! :)
The savour of bliss.. Never lost!!
Basked them,
Always have.. Ever more!!!