Some where I was reading and I came across this terminology of “Golden Corridor of Love”, no doubt the text was very well and neatly written expressed and clearly justified the idea.
But with a right to exercise the freedom of expressing thoughts and feelings openly, I take this opportunity to put them here.
Falling in love:
Has ever, any kind of falling known to be a controlled one or can be called so.
(Excepting the few great grand falls of our sensex with a great thanks to our great mind schamist)
Thus how can anyone be made to fall in love or other way even if he /she wishes can fall in love. On a personal front I keep on saying “You never know how when where and with whom you will fall in love, when it has to happen it just happens.” Making it true, here also there are few exceptions to this whose advances are matched or well received by opposite sexes and it blossoms into a life long love. But here also the part ‘advances are matched or well received by opposite sexes’ can be covered in the argument at top ‘when it has to happen it just happens’.
Finding someone ‘Special’:
Today’s so called modern society which clearly supports the once upon a time statement of pride “We have unity in diversity”. This very own society of ours which accepts going to pubs and bars for girls, at the same moment brutally beats the girls to register their protest anger or whatever.
In such a society where you need to go out with someone to prove that you are normal or for sake boasting so called status of ‘going around’. While on the other hand there are parts where boys and girls can’t even talk still, so going around is way beyond their imagination.
So with such a diversified ambience surrounding you, it makes you to look towards the side where you see more charm and glitter. Certainly nothing wrong in it.
But this gives birth to an irresistible desire in everyone which is to have someone ‘Special’.
Finally ‘Golden Corridor’:
The text which made me write said it’s the age group of 18 to 21 which yields suitable pairs is 'The Golden Corridor of Love' . And he had elaborated and explained it quiet nicely too. I might be looking at it, through a more serious aspect and those being personal feelings of author can be true too.
My personal view says it’s not valid to restrict a feeling like love in such age band.
Every person has a different life cycle which is governed by a lot of factors surrounding him like family, finance, academics. As he learns to balance it in his own accord he starts to look beyond his stereotypical life style and begins to broaden his horizon.
As this broadening begins his physical emotional needs start driving him and then he takes control of his life ,again this will depend from a person to person.
Everyone will agree that this is valid for both boys and girls, thus the control taking step varies with every one and as explained in above written two elaborations these factors play a major role.
Thus when a guy/girl takes control and starts to think that he should have some he has all the rights in world in world to think or do so. As this is also a new feeling for him and will be cherished by him for life time. With a subtle understanding, that he doesn’t looses his gained control for this issue.
‘Love is an amazing feeling to experience, Love is amazing to be in………… etc’ this is what every one knows through our great bollywood and hence wishes to works to get an experience at it.
So keep trying or working or willing to have someone ‘special’ till you get one. As I feel it is the best way to lead life, as when you start loving someone that’s the moment when you start living the real life.So keep your 'The Golden Corridor of Love' wide open till you get one.
Because its '18 till I die'.
SPECIAL Glossary:
Love: a life long relation
Someone special: one whom you wish to be your life long partner making it more precise and reducing loop holes your wife.
Assumptions all the scenarios are and thoughts are based on a middle class society where once you get hooked its quiet strong to hold you for life time. It is definitely not a daily business.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
The little dare devil: Part 1
In your life you are surrounded by good people and fortunately I have been finding the best of the lot wherever I have been. These people around you make your stay a memorable one with their lives which get unknowingly interlinked to ours and you start enjoying multiple lives at the same moment. This story belongs to one of such person who makes others live her joy with her amazing enacting skills and ability to make someone smile. Name and whereabouts of person are least bothered as the message to be conveyed is with your simple and small gestures you can make others happy.
So the hero of this story is a girl (I won’t dare to call her heroin as woman rights activists will jump on me). This hero will give you an impression of being very silent and kiddo types, but a real life proof of what they say looks are deceptive. As you get to know him well he proves the limca ad saying “जोर का झटका धीरे से लगे” wrong, as she is “जोर का झटका जोर से लगे” types. A complete fun loving and a 24X7X365 , FM radio mirchi channel with all time only entertainment shows ( of course you need to have guts to bear it , that’s why I think he has got so many different groups of friends covering a wide range of people)
So now done with all crap and the real story begins
Blastophobia or Blastophilia:
Plot: The story is set in beautiful campus of IIT K and here there are lots of bicycles with every bicycle narrating its own story. Some bicycles are new ones some are being passed on over generations.
Thus the hero of our story has a bicycle, when you will have a first glimpse of it your reaction will be nothing but “क्या ये चलती हे (Does this actually work)?”
So with such ultimate transport our hero roams around our campus.
Once this royal transport started giving trouble basically showing signs of old age and being unkempt, its tyres started getting puncture/burst. Thus after several incidences of tolerance which lead to a chain of cycle transfers in residing hall (Some say the situation had become so critical that people had to think for 5 mins that exactly whose cycle we have brought today and after this analysis they would begin the search for it).
So after this great era of tolerance and dependency on others, there came a golden day when the cycle got revamping.
Now the real story begins.
So on that great day, our hero returned to hall with a satisfaction of a great work done. The ‘pride’ as it is expected to do. It crept in a reluctance to be ready for a program at 1400 on time with a confidence or overconfidence as we have bicycle ready for our disposal. While washing clothes hero hears a big blast like sound first thought that comes to his mind is “किसीका tyre फिरसे फटा,with a smile he feels God bless that poor fellow”.
With this confidence and already crept in reluctance he comes out to leave at 1450 with a broad smile of a feeling that he has a bicycle at her disposal just waiting to be hopped on. While leaving he chats with lady guard near entrance “दीदी आज फिरसे फटा ना किसी का?”
Lady guard also promptly replies “हाँ हाँ, पर शायद तुम्हारा नहीं था”
With more pride hero moves toward royal transport and without even looking at condition tries to start ride and with first pedal the picture becomes clear and for me no need to narrate further.
After the above episode, sometime later our hero was in a meeting with his boss. Boss was explaining something. Hero hears a loud bursting sound like a tyre burst, probably from a far away parking slot (by that time hero had developed an ear for such sounds). Because of bursting hero also smiled unintentionally and at same time boss also cracked a joke .Boss saw him laughing and was happy that he cracked a good joke and hero was like thank God it burst at right moment.
Since then whenever there is a bursting sound hero is remembered and smiles are exchanged.
That’s why title is blastophobia or blastophilia meaning we don’t know whether we laugh as we are afraid that it’s not mine or because of all what’s written above.
So the hero of this story is a girl (I won’t dare to call her heroin as woman rights activists will jump on me). This hero will give you an impression of being very silent and kiddo types, but a real life proof of what they say looks are deceptive. As you get to know him well he proves the limca ad saying “जोर का झटका धीरे से लगे” wrong, as she is “जोर का झटका जोर से लगे” types. A complete fun loving and a 24X7X365 , FM radio mirchi channel with all time only entertainment shows ( of course you need to have guts to bear it , that’s why I think he has got so many different groups of friends covering a wide range of people)
So now done with all crap and the real story begins
Blastophobia or Blastophilia:
Plot: The story is set in beautiful campus of IIT K and here there are lots of bicycles with every bicycle narrating its own story. Some bicycles are new ones some are being passed on over generations.
Thus the hero of our story has a bicycle, when you will have a first glimpse of it your reaction will be nothing but “क्या ये चलती हे (Does this actually work)?”
So with such ultimate transport our hero roams around our campus.
Once this royal transport started giving trouble basically showing signs of old age and being unkempt, its tyres started getting puncture/burst. Thus after several incidences of tolerance which lead to a chain of cycle transfers in residing hall (Some say the situation had become so critical that people had to think for 5 mins that exactly whose cycle we have brought today and after this analysis they would begin the search for it).
So after this great era of tolerance and dependency on others, there came a golden day when the cycle got revamping.
Now the real story begins.
So on that great day, our hero returned to hall with a satisfaction of a great work done. The ‘pride’ as it is expected to do. It crept in a reluctance to be ready for a program at 1400 on time with a confidence or overconfidence as we have bicycle ready for our disposal. While washing clothes hero hears a big blast like sound first thought that comes to his mind is “किसीका tyre फिरसे फटा,with a smile he feels God bless that poor fellow”.
With this confidence and already crept in reluctance he comes out to leave at 1450 with a broad smile of a feeling that he has a bicycle at her disposal just waiting to be hopped on. While leaving he chats with lady guard near entrance “दीदी आज फिरसे फटा ना किसी का?”
Lady guard also promptly replies “हाँ हाँ, पर शायद तुम्हारा नहीं था”
With more pride hero moves toward royal transport and without even looking at condition tries to start ride and with first pedal the picture becomes clear and for me no need to narrate further.
After the above episode, sometime later our hero was in a meeting with his boss. Boss was explaining something. Hero hears a loud bursting sound like a tyre burst, probably from a far away parking slot (by that time hero had developed an ear for such sounds). Because of bursting hero also smiled unintentionally and at same time boss also cracked a joke .Boss saw him laughing and was happy that he cracked a good joke and hero was like thank God it burst at right moment.
Since then whenever there is a bursting sound hero is remembered and smiles are exchanged.
That’s why title is blastophobia or blastophilia meaning we don’t know whether we laugh as we are afraid that it’s not mine or because of all what’s written above.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
होली की कविता
लाल हरा नीला पिला
याद कर सको रंग जो कोई
खेलो होली सब रंगोसे
आज हे रंगों की होली
भर दो जिंदगी खुशियों के रंगसे
जिन्हें न मिल सके कोई खुशी
कर दो उनकी भी होली रंगबिरंगी
खेलके उनके संग भी होली
बाटों रंग ख़ुशी के
हो जाओ बेहोश ख़ुशी से
भरो नये रंग रिश्तों में
बाँट के खुशीं सब से
करता हूँ दुआ ये खुदा से की
मिले आपको ख़ुशी हर तरह से
खुश रहे आप हमेशा
यही हे होली की शुभ कामना
सौरभ
याद कर सको रंग जो कोई
खेलो होली सब रंगोसे
आज हे रंगों की होली
भर दो जिंदगी खुशियों के रंगसे
जिन्हें न मिल सके कोई खुशी
कर दो उनकी भी होली रंगबिरंगी
खेलके उनके संग भी होली
बाटों रंग ख़ुशी के
हो जाओ बेहोश ख़ुशी से
भरो नये रंग रिश्तों में
बाँट के खुशीं सब से
करता हूँ दुआ ये खुदा से की
मिले आपको ख़ुशी हर तरह से
खुश रहे आप हमेशा
यही हे होली की शुभ कामना
सौरभ
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Amazing people
Train journeys are always worth travelling longer they are richer in learning they are, provided you wish to be awake both mentally and physically.
I had been on one of such journeys recently going to Goa from Delhi. The train journey started with jitters of name missing from the displayed chart and being able to find it after a few moments of panic wave and realizing that thanks to new policy of our honorable railway minister my seat no had been altered due to so called high capacity coach being used. Even though I began my journey with pleasing of TC to change my seat I am all alone in my coupe right now and enjoying every bit of it.
The train journey which was supposed to be of 29 hrs went on to become of 34 hrs with some unavoidable incidences in the route. Sometimes Indian railway can’t be really blamed for the delays which are caused. Its India with its multi crore population and living beings you can’t avoid. In fact I am in all praise for railway to arrange for backup to such remote place and get things moving as possible (may be this pleasant comment is due to I was sleeping that too in AC compartment isolated from the commotion outside enjoying liberties which I could afford fortunately)
Train journey began with sharing coupe with a family might be retired couples it was a very nice time with them. They were 2 families, brothers and their families I guess. One of them was very friendly he started conversation himself and that’s best thing with me. So we got into conversation IIT is such a brand that will help you get right from job or even food and care because you are an IITian even if you boast it or not. Luckily one of the brothers 2 sons were grads of IIT B so they were appreciative of it that I am an IITian but not awed by me.
(I would like to mention an incidence here that once I had been to a place to meet an old friend of mine whom I was meeting after years. She had brought a friend to have back up or he really turned up their accidently I don’t know but he arrived their suddenly. And what he did throughout outing was to look at me with mouth wide open with constant expression of “An IITian” (After watching dostana I realized there could have been a different reason to it, to clear few raised doubt I was there to meet a “GIRL”))
So they(these 2 families) had an amazing relation. It was a perfectly matured or old hand at it. Husband cribbing about small things and wife not paying attention to it with a complete “yeh to kya bolate hi rahte hain ” look. Despite this when it came to serving food or giving medicine they were there for each other doing all what was needed. That is the crisp of the Indian social values which keep us together and take marriage much beyond just a licence to have sex terminology.
They got down at Vadodara , ending my lesson halfway and ending my small dosages of fooding in midway of journey.
I was helping them to offload their luggage when there was a new entry to our coupe where only I was the lonely dweller after they had left. He entered on cell phone talking to some one with a typical gujarathi accent “E Prakash wo flat me kisi ka nal khula chut gaya he jara band karake awachu”
I went outside to ateend a call , by the time he had settled and was talking to attendant “are utha dena mereko pakkese ” I don’t know how manieth time he was repeating as attendant was like “Jaan baksh do meri”
As I settled in lower birth before going to sleep on my upper birth , morbid desire to ask him “aap goa chal rahe hain” I could not resist and on top of it when he answered “Vasai” I said I too have to get down their.He was so happy to hear it that before I could complete my sentence , “Are mere ko bhi utha dena ” and started with all crap of “mere ko tension tha utha dena”
It came to me suddenly that I want to eat ice cream (some times tantrums of food habit do help) and luckily train was still waiting for me to eat ice cream,I went running towards shop and asked for a Chocobar these days I have got a special liking for chocobar. Then again I got a call and while I was on call train started moving so I was standing in door and was talking. After finishing call I entered inside this gujju unlcle was looking through blanket opening towards me and said “are kidhar that u, mere ko tension hone lagi thi ki ice cream ke piche chut to nahin gaya aur fir mere ko kaun ithayega”
I was like , “I have boarded the train for the sole purpose of waking you up early in the morning ”
When I decided to sleep on lower birth and setteled on lower birth in which this fellow played a major part in convincing with sure hidden agenda that atleast if I forget to wake him up he will atleast get to hear my movements and will wake him up.
As I was about to get into my bed he asked “ me alarm lagaya na” , I was like “what ” but still managed to give a calm reply of yes. Immediately he took minimal effort to take his hand out of blanket and handed me his mobile and said “is me bhi 330 ka alarm laga dena” in between I got a call so I returned saying dhundana padega and returned it.
That fellow transferred same to the two poor fellows who were standing there awkwardly to get mobile charged and watching our conversation . They were dumbstruck and could not do anything so after finishing I took cell from them and set as per my masters wish and handed over cell to him.
Then he went to sleep so sound that I don’t have words to describe it. Myself being a latenight sleeping freak I could not sleep till 1 am and then I could not sleep because of thoughts of will I be able to get up at 330 am.
But somehow I felt sleepy and slept for about an hour or 2 when a rustle near door woke me up as my coupe was just near to the exit.I got up and went to door asking what happened the fellow standing there with luggage told me “ Vasai aa gaya ,” I looked at my watch and said to him its 0245 am we cant be there so early. He showed me his mobile and said see my mobile is also showing it vasai. I did not have any word against this so I returned inside and was about to settle then these to fellows too came in and said all are saying the same so you might be right.
Then again I tried to make a miserable effort to sleep which was a big time failure. I finally decided to get up at 0320 and woke this Gujju uncle too. He woke up took his bag outside and went to wash his face I guess, he came back and again slept. I could not say a single word, I did not have any.
When I shouted along with few others that “Vasai aa gaya” then only he bothered to get up and went to door and got down not even bothering to smile at me or return a thanks.
It was definitely not for thanks that I wrote this.
How engrossed we are in ourselves that we many a time forget the others. In this case I was a complete stranger who had no importance but many a times the left ones are our loved ones.
I had been on one of such journeys recently going to Goa from Delhi. The train journey started with jitters of name missing from the displayed chart and being able to find it after a few moments of panic wave and realizing that thanks to new policy of our honorable railway minister my seat no had been altered due to so called high capacity coach being used. Even though I began my journey with pleasing of TC to change my seat I am all alone in my coupe right now and enjoying every bit of it.
The train journey which was supposed to be of 29 hrs went on to become of 34 hrs with some unavoidable incidences in the route. Sometimes Indian railway can’t be really blamed for the delays which are caused. Its India with its multi crore population and living beings you can’t avoid. In fact I am in all praise for railway to arrange for backup to such remote place and get things moving as possible (may be this pleasant comment is due to I was sleeping that too in AC compartment isolated from the commotion outside enjoying liberties which I could afford fortunately)
Train journey began with sharing coupe with a family might be retired couples it was a very nice time with them. They were 2 families, brothers and their families I guess. One of them was very friendly he started conversation himself and that’s best thing with me. So we got into conversation IIT is such a brand that will help you get right from job or even food and care because you are an IITian even if you boast it or not. Luckily one of the brothers 2 sons were grads of IIT B so they were appreciative of it that I am an IITian but not awed by me.
(I would like to mention an incidence here that once I had been to a place to meet an old friend of mine whom I was meeting after years. She had brought a friend to have back up or he really turned up their accidently I don’t know but he arrived their suddenly. And what he did throughout outing was to look at me with mouth wide open with constant expression of “An IITian” (After watching dostana I realized there could have been a different reason to it, to clear few raised doubt I was there to meet a “GIRL”))
So they(these 2 families) had an amazing relation. It was a perfectly matured or old hand at it. Husband cribbing about small things and wife not paying attention to it with a complete “yeh to kya bolate hi rahte hain ” look. Despite this when it came to serving food or giving medicine they were there for each other doing all what was needed. That is the crisp of the Indian social values which keep us together and take marriage much beyond just a licence to have sex terminology.
They got down at Vadodara , ending my lesson halfway and ending my small dosages of fooding in midway of journey.
I was helping them to offload their luggage when there was a new entry to our coupe where only I was the lonely dweller after they had left. He entered on cell phone talking to some one with a typical gujarathi accent “E Prakash wo flat me kisi ka nal khula chut gaya he jara band karake awachu”
I went outside to ateend a call , by the time he had settled and was talking to attendant “are utha dena mereko pakkese ” I don’t know how manieth time he was repeating as attendant was like “Jaan baksh do meri”
As I settled in lower birth before going to sleep on my upper birth , morbid desire to ask him “aap goa chal rahe hain” I could not resist and on top of it when he answered “Vasai” I said I too have to get down their.He was so happy to hear it that before I could complete my sentence , “Are mere ko bhi utha dena ” and started with all crap of “mere ko tension tha utha dena”
It came to me suddenly that I want to eat ice cream (some times tantrums of food habit do help) and luckily train was still waiting for me to eat ice cream,I went running towards shop and asked for a Chocobar these days I have got a special liking for chocobar. Then again I got a call and while I was on call train started moving so I was standing in door and was talking. After finishing call I entered inside this gujju unlcle was looking through blanket opening towards me and said “are kidhar that u, mere ko tension hone lagi thi ki ice cream ke piche chut to nahin gaya aur fir mere ko kaun ithayega”
I was like , “I have boarded the train for the sole purpose of waking you up early in the morning ”
When I decided to sleep on lower birth and setteled on lower birth in which this fellow played a major part in convincing with sure hidden agenda that atleast if I forget to wake him up he will atleast get to hear my movements and will wake him up.
As I was about to get into my bed he asked “ me alarm lagaya na” , I was like “what ” but still managed to give a calm reply of yes. Immediately he took minimal effort to take his hand out of blanket and handed me his mobile and said “is me bhi 330 ka alarm laga dena” in between I got a call so I returned saying dhundana padega and returned it.
That fellow transferred same to the two poor fellows who were standing there awkwardly to get mobile charged and watching our conversation . They were dumbstruck and could not do anything so after finishing I took cell from them and set as per my masters wish and handed over cell to him.
Then he went to sleep so sound that I don’t have words to describe it. Myself being a latenight sleeping freak I could not sleep till 1 am and then I could not sleep because of thoughts of will I be able to get up at 330 am.
But somehow I felt sleepy and slept for about an hour or 2 when a rustle near door woke me up as my coupe was just near to the exit.I got up and went to door asking what happened the fellow standing there with luggage told me “ Vasai aa gaya ,” I looked at my watch and said to him its 0245 am we cant be there so early. He showed me his mobile and said see my mobile is also showing it vasai. I did not have any word against this so I returned inside and was about to settle then these to fellows too came in and said all are saying the same so you might be right.
Then again I tried to make a miserable effort to sleep which was a big time failure. I finally decided to get up at 0320 and woke this Gujju uncle too. He woke up took his bag outside and went to wash his face I guess, he came back and again slept. I could not say a single word, I did not have any.
When I shouted along with few others that “Vasai aa gaya” then only he bothered to get up and went to door and got down not even bothering to smile at me or return a thanks.
It was definitely not for thanks that I wrote this.
How engrossed we are in ourselves that we many a time forget the others. In this case I was a complete stranger who had no importance but many a times the left ones are our loved ones.
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