The marriage drama

You'd want to undergo a sex change operation if you happen to be a female with an

Indian nationality.Of all the things, I'm particularly talking about the 'marriage' part of it '. The very moment you hit 23 you're the burden-on-the-chest kinds,which parents try getting rid of by hook or crook.They'll start their search for an eligible groom, and announce in their entire social circle after which people poke their noses in someone else's life to add spice in their already uneventful life and get 'rishtas' for the girl. Parents want not less than an IIT, IIM combination; with sky touching salaries and a job in international bank to add cherry on the cake. obviously in phase 2 they settle for only an IITian , or an IIM graduate or just a job in a tongue twister sounding company.Now that they have a guy, he'll start looking like Brad Pitt to them and they'll try all ways to get their daughter hooked with him.Late night phone calls,uncalled for meetings, shallow talks are all accepted by parents in this case. Phase 3 is suffering, when everything has happened, and is the decision time, this is characterized by emotional blackmails, fights, irrational arguments, loads of tears and the final stage is the yes/no stage, which can cost lives.I hope the society gathers wisdom at a comparatively faster rate, also I don’t understand arranged marriages, at the end of the day, hes/shes after all, a stranger. Simple rule, if you’re sure you can spend your entire life with someone, get hitched, else stay single. And make sure you don’t need a ‘husband’ for your financial support, in that case, you’d have to marry a stranger anyway instead of staying single :|

p.s. I ain’t 23 :D

जो बीत गई सो बात गई

Harivansh rai Bachhan's poem, I have no words. Do you ?

जीवन में एक सितारा था
माना वह बेहद प्यारा था
वह डूब गया तो डूब गया
अंबर के आंगन को देखो
कितने इसके तारे टूटे
कितने इसके प्यारे छूटे
जो छूट गए फ़िर कहाँ मिले
पर बोलो टूटे तारों पर
कब अंबर शोक मनाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

जीवन में वह था एक कुसुम
थे उस पर नित्य निछावर तुम
वह सूख गया तो सूख गया
मधुबन की छाती को देखो
सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियाँ
मुरझाईं कितनी वल्लरियाँ
जो मुरझाईं फ़िर कहाँ खिलीं
पर बोलो सूखे फूलों पर
कब मधुबन शोर मचाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

जीवन में मधु का प्याला था
तुमने तन मन दे डाला था
वह टूट गया तो टूट गया
मदिरालय का आंगन देखो
कितने प्याले हिल जाते हैं
गिर मिट्टी में मिल जाते हैं
जो गिरते हैं कब उठते हैं
पर बोलो टूटे प्यालों पर
कब मदिरालय पछताता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

मृदु मिट्टी के बने हुए हैं
मधु घट फूटा ही करते हैं
लघु जीवन ले कर आए हैं
प्याले टूटा ही करते हैं
फ़िर भी मदिरालय के अन्दर
मधु के घट हैं,मधु प्याले हैं
जो मादकता के मारे हैं
वे मधु लूटा ही करते हैं
वह कच्चा पीने वाला है
जिसकी ममता घट प्यालों पर
जो सच्चे मधु से जला हुआ
कब रोता है चिल्लाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

                                                  —   हरिवंशराय बच्चन

Quit pda,get a room.

The dry state, Gujarat

I've been spending few days here in Ahemadabad, it's a good city with wide roads, people with poor traffic sense ( I've realised I drive pretty good, thanks gujarat), helping people and that's pretty much it. Besides this the city is well lit and decorated considering the 'navratri' ,people here for 9 days perform garba and dandiya, more on that a li'l later. All those non-vegetarians who seldom eat flesh in these 9 days are clearly hypocrites coated with religion, i mean c'mon either you don't eat or you do and for the same, i coined the term 'white-hypocricy'.Coming to the traditional garbha and dandiya here, i watched people of all ages doing that, and honestly at first it looked stupid (my apologies, jigar) lately i realised how people taught each other, how people of all ages came together every night to do that, how no one laughed at anyone performing (unlike in Delhi, where aunties comment on any and everything with -0.1% of knowledge whatsoever) i enjoyed their spirit of togetherness, unitedness.
p.s. more on why am i here, later.
signing off,
ciao

**

Every odd day, I pretend to be strong
yet again, on the square one I am.
Every odd day, the storm becomes the breeze,
yet again, the catastrophe spares no piece,
Every odd day, my wounds heal,
yet I bleed, I bleed, I bleed.

My first hindi writing

न मस्जिद ने बुलाया है
न मंदिर कभी पुकारेगा
इस रंग  बदलती दुनिया ने
मुझे काफ़िर कह ठुकराया है |

My first hindi writing , I donno how, while watching the Ayodhya-Babri thingy it occured to me. Next thing on my to-do list, work on my hindi vocabulary.

An open letter to my college's director

Respected DG,
actually screw that..
I just dropped in to throw light on certain issues, I may post this letter to you personally , now I understand you've absolutely no technical knowledge of anything whatsoever considering you're the director of an engineering institute you need to know things and take the necessary actions, to begin with.. Shut up, something about your voice or frequency, the pitch ..perhaps the modulation isn't really right or probably some fault with the vocal chords or something , secondly, you know what, the way you mint money  from us is making my dad eligible for the minimum daily wages offered by the government for all of the 365 days of the year, we're soon hitting the BPL.. coming to the point, our labs, to be precise VHDL (verilog hardware description language, assuming you obviously wouldn't understand that this is one of our core subjects), Control systems lab, telecommunication systems , suck , yes they do.. frustrate me , irritate me and instill suicidal tendencies in me when your employees, our faculties expect everything outta those trash and exhibit hypocricy shamelessly (with no visible sign of guilt, in fact tending towards sadism) these labs are like traffic rules of Uttar Pradesh, the traffic lights donot work, just like our faulty apparatuses (actually,non-working), theres just one difference people are not expected to follow the lights, since they dont work.. but we, on the other hand are expected to produce output from somewhere, its like expecting a dead nitingale to sing(beautifully).Believe me my father is no Tata and there isn't a scope of me marrying one, I cannot pay lacs for this crap and the hypocricy that follows. Cut it off. Also, I understand it'd have taken a lot to reach where you are today, bribes.. sources.. fake degrees..and hence your desperation to display your powers is almost justified but do you think before doin' something unreasonable ? or are you like our country's politicians? What on earth were you thinking when you closed all the entrances to our department since we were late? don't you think cwg, ayodhya drama, traffic, rains have done enough damage already ? (to our brains, mental stability.. actually I'd write another post for this) that you come into the frame and shamelessly exhibit your 'I-am-the-boss' thingy. Grow up, you're just growing older.. or simply pretend to be philantrophic and resign.
Thanking you,
sincerely,
Nikita

p.s. Nothing against the games, I happen to use exaggeration as a tool for humor.