Friday, November 6, 2009

~~Bhagat's "2 States"~~ A valuable contribution to INDIANS only..


"Love" when not brutally murdered....can actually CONQUER all!!
The first thing I would like to say is....I loved reading this creation of Bhagat...I could'nt let it go...and so read it in one go...Man!! had a gala time experiencing this tale...
The way he has described the story of his marriage...is so simple...yet so enthralling..and spicey..that one feels like reading on and on..
I personally found it very truthful....as Chetan has not only focused on his love story...but also the discriminations prevailing in our country...Though the epilogue is a piece of word-art ...to attempt the acceptance of this novel by tamilians....but the content of the book is as str8 fwd as it cud hav been...
To be frank.....when I read the description of Tamil Nadu and it's people....I was surprised at first.
The reason being the fact that the author had put down my notions and experiences in words...
I used to think that I was a bit prejudiced about tamil nadu and it's people...But after reading this one...I felt...that it's not just me who feels this way...It's the story of all Non-Tamilians...or to say in the language of south Indian's....The story of all North Indians...
The most disgusting fact which I came across....when I came down to Tamil Nadu was..that people here...had divisions...too many of them>>North & south Indian...Tamilian & Telugu..etc. etc. I had never experiencd such discrimination in the Northern states before....Yet sometimes I do find it a valuable argument..that it may be coz of minority of southern ppl in north....
Well...I am not writing this to express my dislikes about south india...I am here to express...what I feel...bhagat would have tryd to convey thru this book....and wat myt hav bn mistaken for mockery of any state...
I hav heard the review of this book from the ppl of the 2states,i.e. a punjabi & a tamilian...as wel as one from none of these...Me being the 3rd ...who does'nt belong to any of the 2 states...
What I found was that...the punjabi as well as I...enjoyd the book thoroughly.....without letting any grudge enter our hearts...but the tamilian...seemed to take it otherwise....To him it seemd that this book was an attack on their state....Why so??
I have failed to understand....that why is it so difficult for people here to accept their flaws and take healthy criticism as humour???And even if not that....why is it so difficult for ppl here to be INDIANS first and punjabis, gujratis or tamilians later??
I have been a true witness to this state and its procedures...I have seen elderly ppl talk of north indians as trash...and cherish orthodox thinking while their cinema is the most obsene display.These are minor...the biggest fact that hit me was these ppl are not ready to even accept HINDI as their national language....Even the Name Plates and Hoardings here are in Tamil...what about the guests who visit their state and have no clue of their language??
Practicin one's own language is very good...but does it imply forgetting their national language?
There seems to be a lack of patriotism towards nation...all that is left if State politics...
I cannot be totally biased towards either of the two regions....coz I know the hardships faced by both...I know that there are reasons as to why tamilians are a bit strong headed when it comes to their state...But dat doesnt give them the reason to propagate discrimination in the following generations...I feel that Bhagat has tryd to convey that...not only tamilians...but all the ppl in our country should rise above the tangles of discrimintn...be it state,cast,creed,wealth or sex...
I dunno about our elders...may be we cannot change their thinking...but can't we...as youngsters..inculcate...better and broader ways of thinking ....and percieving???It's contradicting though that even while I talk against Regionalism...I still am somewhere portraying bias against southern india...I never had that before...but as time went by and experiences came along...I drifted towards the wrong direction...I really hope that one day I get the tiny blob of regionalism out of my mind...and so it would be fair enough to preach others about the same...
Would'nt it be better that...books like the '2 States' actually make a differnc in the society of young...?When we are in need of any help...that time no one remebrs whether the helper is tamilian or NorthIndian Then why at any other occasion??Do we forget the person who helped us jus bcoz we strt noticin that he/she is from a difrnt state which we don't like much?..If aftr reading this book...e1 if few punjabi's & tamilians and not only them...maharashtrians,bengalis...etc....all take some time to retrospect themselves...,Bhagat would attain what he intended to do...as a writer...
I must say....the book is a fantabulous connotation of romance and real life problems...
If all of us read it with the eye of an "Indian"....we'll surely, feel an urge to make a differnc..if not that....we would atleast realize some fallacies....And not only we wud love the tragedy of comedies...but also...experience fragments of our life in the pages of this Spicey Red Book... :)


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Thursday, November 5, 2009

“A BONAFIDE REVERIE “-Exemplifying THE FUTURE PAST tense…

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One morning ,she was fast asleep…..lost in the world of dreams……

Wait!!!…This is’nt bout a dream but a realization…..The realization which came with a bful morning…..And it’s so strange that this kinda realization comes every now and then…but in various disguises…and with difference of degrees.

Well…there are two dimensions of this write-up….one being the real life observation…and the other being the fantasy of a candid soul ….

A dawn that let the rays of glee touch her …..And with that came the day…..which has never let the night arrive….. Dusk tried to interrupt often…..Yet the day did ‘nt seem to give way …as it was favored by an ANGEL….a nice person…..whom she met by co-incidence…Or you may say a pre-planned incidence..she figured him out to be her angel…..who came 2 her rescue from the tangles of sorrow, pain and all the negative vibes around …..He waved his magical wand and she saw a dimmed star light up 4 her…a smile crept across her face…He took her hand and she felt a wave of tranquility enter her veins….. She felt warm….for he reassured her that all her wounds would heal with the sands of time….He bestowed upon her……love…care…affection…warmth…and all the bful feelings which she had forgotten for sumtym…..He saw the child in her…eager to express itself…..n he beamed …..wich meltd the walls around the infant….n he waited…..

Waited for the child to speak…n the lil girl spoke……spoke her heart out…….and she was soooooooooooo happy……so so happy that her happiness had no bounds…..she looked around….and all that she sensed was glee…hope…peace……

Hm……she always knew that happiness is shortlived…….but this lil angel changed her definition of happiness…..She felt as if she wud never feel that there r feelings apart frm being happy for most part of 1z life……This guy…..with all his simplicity…..and all his sweetness ….made her realize that the sleek possibility of people lyk him bein REAL had cum true…….She cud feel watevr she wanted 2, say watevr was on her mind….without thinking wat way he waz gonna percept it….. coz some where deep down she knew he’d nt misinterpret….(she was wrong at times) ….Yes she din wanna share him….coz he waz her angel…. …she dinno what meant to be perfect…But wat she knew was he was lyk a sorcerer’s stone….rare to fynd….n even rarer to have……n so he waz no less than nearly perfect 4 dat lil girl…..

If she had 2 depict the role he played in her life she wud say:"he does’nt play A role in my life…….Instead he plays many in my life"...

Her TEACHER….-a very sweet, a lil strict…n NO-Spoon feeding kynda tcher…….

Her Guide- when she was confused n dinno wher 2 go….

Her puke-box(HEHEHE….yes yes….puke nt juke….)-wen she had sumthn..nethng n evrythng 2 tel…which had been on her mind …..

Her phone buddy -wen she had 2 stick 2 d phon 4 hours n hours tokin non-sense…..

Her ATM-anytime…anywhere….Mate

Her victim-wen she felt lyk suffocatn sum1 ….

And If she had to sum it up…

Her best buddy….

Now….comes the twist in the tale…..and that is…..the “HE” is this tale is nt a particular person..nor is the “she”…It’s a tale ….rather somewhat a fantasy of every innocent…love seeking person…But it would be wrong to say that it’s just a fantasy….. In our lives, at some point of time… …if we retrospect….we would find that…there have been few people around us…who fit in the outline of “Him” in this tale…Many ppl could find “him” in a friend ….ofcourse in their beloved….but I took some time to realize …that…the “him” in my life is not just one person….it’s a mix of a some unnoticed…n ‘taken for granted’ people…though I also realized that some of them were just a hallucination....But why talk of those...who don't exist nemore...

The first being a “her” -my Mother…..the best girl friend one can ever fantasize about…and the others being “A few good men”…….well….not men yet J!!!I am glad…that I realized…it ….though a bit late…

“Better Late than Never!!!”

A very simple thought…but…could traverse a whole world of interpretations…

And for those who are wondering…that how does my write-up satisfy my title…

It’s all about some past experiences and some future expectations!!!



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A new commencement...yet from the same origin..

Well...This being my First Full Fledged Blog....I wish to dedicate it to the LOVE of my life..My Moma.....My Archangel...

My Divine Archangel

Stanza-1

I feel so cheerful,when I see Her arrive.

My hopes turn fruitful,

From Her always, glee I derive.

Her smile connotes assurance,

Her words symbolize guidance.

Stanza-2

Her presence enhances the sunlight,

Her smile outshines the moonlight.

Oh! what a sight ,my spirits take a flight.

My pleasure exceeds heights.

Stanza-3

As I squeeze my eyes, to envision the morning bright,

an urge captures my imagination,

which ladens me with a sensation.

Oh! how I wish my mother would hug me and I,

tickle her as an infant and deep inside my heart,

feel the warmth that I always anticipate.

Stanza-4

The dimmed lights and that wondrous sight,

An angel stands there beaming at me,

and I wonder could dreaming I be?

A face so innocent, a disposition so decent,

Her smile gleams as the moon in crescent.