No matter what happens, no matter where you are, what you do or how beaten, scared and baffled, NEVER EVER GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAMS.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Inside all of us is fear, hope and dream - Udaan
No matter what happens, no matter where you are, what you do or how beaten, scared and baffled, NEVER EVER GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAMS.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Patiala Calling
http://theviewspaper.net/patiala-calling/
Sunday, March 27, 2011
The Spring Connection
Spring is the season to express yourself and let your emotions run wild; there is no better way than dressing your skin with the latest fashion. In today’s impatient world, nobody gets a second chance; the first impression is always the last. Thursday, March 10, 2011
T(a)inted
- Government to make stringent rules against tinted windscreens. The fine is just a meagre Rs 100, which is nothing as compared to the money spent on film(tint).
- Instead of writing tickets for dark tint, cars must be confiscated and the windscreens removed, there and then.
- Multi National Companies before employing the vendors, making sure that none of the vehicles have tinted glasses, as most of the crimes happen during the odd hours drop and pickups
- Taking a pledge that every year on 8th march you will smash at least one dark tinted car, time to give something back to the society.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
What's on your mind?
- "Don’t ask me how I am feeling today, cause I won’t be able to lie.” “I have been broken in the mirror for so long.”
- “Riding on a wave of self-loathing. If only you could understand. None of you ever will”
- Aaj mere yaar ki shaadi hai :) .........
- Unable to understand what this anxiety is for........... ~ anxiety is over the broken condom? (if only I could comment)
- its too late to apologize...its too late ~ why would i apologize, you were horrible in bed so i broke up with you, get over it!
- hardest monday morning ever! ~ honey it’s called morning wood.
- “Feeling so lite nd relieved after talking to papa.... :)” ~ Releasing gas would have done the trick
- screwed up! ~ aage se ya peeche se.
- Life is more strict than a teacher, A teacher teaches a lesson and takes an exam But life takes an exam and then teaches a lesson... ~ is it a tongue twister.
- The reason why men were made before women is because they had to make a rough draft before perfection.
- Alcohol does not make you FAT - it makes you LEAN ... against tables, chairs, floors, walls and ugly people.
- It's not that I hate you...Put it this way if you were on fire and I had water, I'd drink it.
Please give me strength to pay my Income Tax, VAT, CST, Service Tax, Excise Duty, Customs Duty, Octroi, TDS, ESI, Property Tax, Stamp Duty, CGT, Water Tax, Professional Tax, Road Tax, STT, Education Cess, Wealth Tax, TOT, Capital Gain Tax, Congestion Levy etc etc etc. And don’t forget Donations, Bribes, Chanda etc. If I have some money left after that I will do business.
Sincerely, an India
After going through the list, I realized I am the king of status abuser, so who am i to judge others because the moment we accept the Friend request, we do so in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, to love, to cherish till something better than facebook do us apart.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Wind Of Change
The wind of change is blowing through this continent. Whether we like it or not, this growth of national consciousness is a political fact.
Ben Ali fled the country (cash intact). A ruthless dictator like him could only find refuge in another tyrannical government like Saudi Arabia. The people of Tunisia deserve praise, as they proved the old adage “A government is supposed to be by the people, for the people, of the people.”
Not far from Tunisia is the “land of pharaoh”, one of the best tourist destinations in the world. Egypt. The epitome of historical artefacts and culture, free of Islamic extremists begins the March towards democracy.
A march made possible by the social media sites like twitter and facebook. It all started with a facebook page, followed by arrests, and suppression of media.
The Tahrir square became the centre stage of the protests, with millions of people pouring in day and night. The difference between the protests in Tunisia and Egypt was that in Egypt people of all stature took part in the protest. Business men, journalists, writers, doctors, service class, irrespective of their occupation, age, gender , irrespective of their status in the society, they all poured in to topple Hosni Mubarak (The Last Pharaoh).
Experts all across the world were worried as there is no solid opposition party to lead the protest or lead the country if Hosni Mubarak is to step down, but how would there be an opposition in a tyrannical government. The opposition is either under house arrest or expatriated.
The army also deserves the credit, by taking a neutral stand and refusing to fire a single bullet be it rubber or metal at people. This reminds me of the tank man or the so called unknown rebel who stood against the fleet of tanks in China. But who inspired me the most was the man in the tank, who took a stand and didn’t run the man over, who tried moving the tank around him rather than over him.
With Hosni Mubarak out of the picture and army taken control of the interim period till fresh elections are held, there lay another issue in the backend. Countries such as Israel and Saudi Arabia will try to cajole the military into taking control of Egypt indefinitely. After all, the transition of Egypt to a democratic nation is still not complete. From a Dictator regime it has landed into military one.
Down South of Egypt lies a country where boundaries are being drawn to divide it into Northern Sudan and Southern Sudan. Africa’s largest country to be split up, into Muslim majority Northern Sudan and oil rich Southern Sudan. Let’s hope these winds of change bring peace and prosperity in the land of savannas, jungles and deserts.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Engaged with Arranged
Monday, January 31, 2011
Food Inc.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Adultery for Dummies
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Christmas Song
Friday, December 3, 2010
Oymyakon

Oymyakon
It’s December and I am happy with my hot chocolate, cozy blanket and my small apartment, and why shouldn’t I be: it’s winter and it’s home. But at the very same time when I am sipping my hot chocolate, in a land far, far north from here, a mother is dressing up her son in two pair of gloves, thermal underpants, three pair of socks, three layer of clothing covered with a 1500 dollar overcoat. Yes, our very own Russia or oymyakon (precisely) where temperature goes as below as -60 degree Celsius.
Nobody leaves their home unless they absolutely have to, a place where it takes 3 days just to dig a grave, to bury your loved ones (god bless, if they die in winter). Why would anyone want to live in a place like this? Haven’t they heard about the paradise, which lies outside the boundaries of oymyakon. A world full of corruption, hatred, crime and hunger but free of permafrost.
Why not just migrate like birds do, migrate to a warm place and feel for once the nakedness on your skin. A privilege of walking the streets with just your boxers on, a privilege of driving a car on a proper concrete road, a privilege of skinny dipping.
Economically the place survives on the few weeks of farming season that nature graces them with. A coal mine that provides them with two meals a day and still they spent their winters in a debt, as with an average income of 600 dollar, it’s not easy to afford a 1500 dollar overcoat.
Life comes to a standstill when you are living in a place below the freezing point of water. Your whole body freeze but the antidote is in you. Your heart.
What binds the people of oymyakon together is not the huge economic perks, food, beautiful ladies and certainly not the weather.
“It’s Home.” said a 40 year old Amilya dressing her son under five layers of thick clothing.
“It’s my home, every day I feel like I belong here just like my parents did. It may take hours to get dressed but this is where I want to be. After all home is where the heart is, home is where we belong.”








