Really proud to be INDIAN ?

Posted: August 8, 2010 in Articles

So 15th august is here and many of our elders  will be like talking all about nationalism, indian struggle, etcetera

But tell me how many of us really are happy with the indian administration?  we all seems to go gaga on the independence day but the real colour of patriotism is visible  when a new ‘ BUDGET’ plan is out.

No! don’t take me that i am myself happy or in the agreement with the indian budget plans.. or take the administration or whatever it is .. in a way i hate it but i don’t fake even .. saying all the way.

I tried very hard to comprehend Mamata’s railway budget ( no steam in this engine, alas), but promptly abandoned the exercise when I acknowledged a basic lack of interest within myself – when was the last time I jumped on a train? See?? That’s really how it works, whether we face it or not. Selfishness rules. We breathlessly await the latest Budget only to pounce on those aspects which impact our lives directly – be honest. Do you really get into a blue fog worrying about tax implications affecting kerosene prices? Do you have toor daal on your mind on Budget Day? Or even two-wheeler prices? All you want to know in the broadest of terms is – what’s in it for me, if anything? Higher prices are a given. So are even higher taxes. You have already reconciled yourself to that. You want to know just one thing – where will the extra lolly come from?? And how badly are you going to be hit this time?? That you are going to be hit, has been factored in. Remember darlings – there is no such thing as a ‘good’ Budget. Every new Budget is a killer, one way or the other. Which is why it is important to ignore all those grim faced farts on tv telling us about less pain in the future. Take a walk, you guys. When will you stop bull- shitting? Spare us your ‘expert’ comments, and the cheesy, ‘no pain, no gain’ rubbish. We prefer listening to our wallets. And the story they tell is vastly different.

Each year, we generate hype just before Judgement Day. It is a particularly masochistic exercise, and no other developed country in the world makes quite such a ludicrous song and dance over what is after all nothing more dramatic than a routine annual statement about the government’s finances. We are the ones who create all the dramabaazi around the Budget and treat the entire exercise as a Reality Show, with the F.M. playing the key role. ‘‘Kaun Banega Crorepati??” You know the answer to that one – nobody! At least, not on paper The dream is technicoloured and big. Like Anil Ambani’s latest venture.Analysts are claiming anything from 8% to 11% – kuch, kuch hota hai! But all that comes later, once the dust settles down, and we stop cribbing. India without perennial cribbers would be so damn boring! We like cribbing! It is our birthright. So, even as we moan and groan, sulk and sigh, the Budget ki Kahani will not last beyond this weekend. It is a little like MNIK – so much publicity before the release of the film. And then what? Money in the bank for the canny producers. But the aam janata was left trying to figure out how to pronounce ‘Asperger’s’ and whether or not to admit in public that nobody had heard of the syndrome till Rizwan came on the scene.
I am not complaining. I am sensibly holding my tongue. You know why?? I don’t get it – the Budget, I mean. And it’s stupid to try and deconstruct anything I can’t figure out. As it goes every year, I’ll simply shrug philosophically and pay up, humming ‘Kabhie Khushi, Kabhie Gam.”


SUNDAY .. i really never waited for ‘Sunday’ so much..i wish it was a longer…may be of 48 hrs or better would have come twice a week.
yes .. people are true.. having a job gives you money.. a sense of security..knowledge etcetra but for creatures like me ..who loves to spend time with oneself are badly affected .. and this i could have understood only when i myself have started working since past 2 weeks.
i never know ..when the day starts and when it ceases.. wake up at 6.30..get ready.. travel .. reach office..check out the last days incomplete pending work.. meeting clients.. note downs.. report ..leave home .. 1/2hr t.v ..scrabble around my small F.B page.. few lines on g talk and then suddenly i remember its too late now.. have dinner and sleep.. huh ! yes it’s very hectic !!
So now as i know i have no way to get out of it without sacrificing ‘ my time with myself ‘ … i decided to work little bit on ‘time-management’ ..where i can utilize my sun-day efficiently and satisfactorily .
so here it goes..
1. wake up as late as possible (but damn i am never able to sleep beyond 8a.m. .. my housemates never let me :X)
2. walk leisurely ..brush.. freshen up.. tea( it works like a drug for me ) .. a small walk on terrace
3. cook for breakfast ..have it and then watch t.v for some 1 hr.
4. shower for minimum 1 hr.. on my laptop and do t.p
5. drawing.. poetry.. dancing..magazines.. n.p.. music..checking for any pending works
6. afternoon – chit-chat with buddy’s .. sleep (if i get )
7. evening – watch cartoons.. music.. t.v .. eating in kitchen to cook dinner(if i am in mood)
8. scrabble online.. chit-chat… market to buy weekly stuffs
9.shower .. dinner ..
10. sleep peacefully 🙂

My love for ‘reading’

Posted: July 11, 2010 in Articles

From early youth I endeavoured to read books in the right way and I was fortunate in having a good memory and intelligence to assist me.
The fact that, side by side with my professional studies, I took the greatest interest in everything that had to do with art did not seem to me to signify anything of great importance. While I acquired great interest in art, poetry, drawing, story writing etcetera I still continued to read a great deal. But reading had probably a different significance for me from which it has for the average run of our so-called ‘intellectuals.’
I know people who read interminably, book after book, from page to page, and yet I should not call them ‘well-read people’. Of course they ‘know’ and immense amount; but their brain seems incapable of assorting and classifying the material which they have gathered from books. They have not the faculty of distinguishing between useful and useless in a book; so that may retain the former in their minds and if possible skip over the latter while reading or, if that be not possible, then-when once read-throw it overboard as useless ballast. Reading is not an end in itself, but a means to an end. Its chief purpose is to help towards filling in the framework which is made up of the talents and capabilities that each individual possesses. Thus each one procures for himself the implements and materials necessary for the fulfillment of his calling in life, no matter whether this be the elementary task of earning one’s daily bread or a calling that responds to higher human aspirations. Such is the first purpose of reading. And the second purpose is to grasp a general knowledge of the world in which we live. In both cases, however the material which one has acquired through reading must be stored up in the memory on a plan that corresponds to the successive chapters of the book; each little piece of knowledge thus gained must be treated as if it were a little stone to be inserted into a mosaic, so that it finds its proper place among all the other pieces and particles that help to form a general world-picture in the brain of the reader. Otherwise only a confused jumble of chaotic notions will result from all this reading. That jumble is not merely useless, but it also tends to make the unfortunate possessor of its conceited. For he seriously considers himself a well-educated person and thinks that he understands something of life. He believes that he has acquired knowledge, whereas the truth is that every increase in such ‘knowledge’ draws him more and more away from real life, until he finally ends up in some sanatorium or takes to politics and becomes a parliamentary deputy.
On the other hand, one who has cultivated the art of reading will instantly discern, in a book or journal or pamphlet, what ought to be remembered because it meet one’s personal needs or is of value as general knowledge. What he thus learns is incorporated in his mental analogue of this or that problem or thing, further correcting the mental picture or enlarging it so that it becomes more exact and precise.
Only thus can reading have any meaning or be worth while .

blogging away days..

Posted: July 3, 2010 in randomz

Dear Reader,

Well, I couldn’t stay away for 10 days from the Web.

I made it to-day 8 and then faced the fact: for better or worse, the internet is my office, my media library, as well as my news and information bureau. It also saves a lot of time when travelling around.

In the days away from it, I filled the gaps of time with watching TV news (not very thorough and not the news I’m generally looking for), and not really writing much more than I normally do. I didn’t exercise more  (I do two hours a day of either walking, cycling or some other activity), nor did I read more.

In fact, I read less during this time.

I guess I’m disciplined as a blogger as it is — my output has been the same whether I’m websurfing or not.

Also, being able to research subjects online is a huge benefit to a student — and I missed it on those days.

Social media, for me, is a conversation now and then with my online buddies and share a part of their life . I do most of my tweets, facebooking and scribding while locked in my room.  I’m not neglecting anyone at home in favor of the internet.

Well, maybe the mouse. But she sleeps during the day, anyway.

I rarely leave my home  much during the week when writing, so the internet provides me with a quick way to find information, read the news, and see what’s going on in the world — all during the little breaks in my study schedule.

So, what I learned from a few days of separation from the w.p:

The writing actually reduced the time I would spend doing the same things.

i could actually learn a lot of things to cook. went out in search of finding a decent job to pass my vacation and collect some bucks for my extra needed stuffs… roamed a lot in the city .. went to many companies.. actually conversed a lot with my mom(which i generally never did ! ).

This is one recent example, but I can find many more.  Contrary to what I was concerned about, the internet actually isn’t a time-suck for me.

It’s a time-booster.

It’s true that if I’m avoiding something, I’ll web-surf and think I’m accomplishing something — but I suspect this is my “turn-off-my-mind” time. I’d probably fill it with bad T.V. shows,  or some other time-wasting activity that’s actually about allowing the mind a little bit of a goof off. I think goofing off time is important.

But I don’t spend time getting caught up in message board soap opera or arguing in comments areas (well, except maybe here on my own website — we’ll see!)  My facebook time is productive — I’m nearly always completing some work besides or cooking something  when doing it, so that I specifically feel that I’m not wasting the time so much as distracting myself from what otherwise might be a boring moment or three.

Plus, I value these conversations with readers and writers.

So, I am on the side of the internet as a time-saver and in many cases, a wallet-saver, too.

What about you?

You can win too !!

Posted: June 20, 2010 in Articles

People may find me obnoxious.. proudy..egiostic or being exaggerating   my potential capabilities… but the thing which I strongly believe is that I don’t consider myself belonging to any ‘stereotype’.

At 22 years of age , I have met people  belonging to almost all types of backgrounds and yet I couldn’t identify myself with any of them. In fact  I disliked most of them, especially the female, who limit themselves to the feminine boundary created by the society hypocrites.

Where as for me, there is no limit to how far one can go in life, strongly ignoring the gender discrimination.

No matter how much women are successful, such as , Pratibha Patil or Sunita Williams or whether it is Pt. Usha , India is still a male dominated country , where women are given the second importance and are considered to be borne for household works.

I, a small town girl, aspire to change this perspective  of lakhs of  people, especially girls  who ignore their dreams, their talents , who do have capabilities to stand among the top, but never utilize them just because of societal and family barriers, causing not only a loss of oneself but also a National loss.

I chose C.A. as a profession with no doubt, having similar dreams like many of my colleagues, of being a professional, earning money, living a well sophisticated life etc. but the foremost and most important is being among  the few women who actually have their own firm and to enlighten the thousand others who don’t.

It’s sad to say that only 4% of women C.A’s practice their profession. Most work in some company , earn well enough for 2~3 years and then get married thinking their in-laws have enough money so job is not needed or some of them who continue to work after marriage until they are overloaded with responsibilities of relationships!

With this piece of writing I want to convey a message to all the females in this country –

Dream high only then you can fight to fulfill them. Don’t let yourself captured w ithin the shackles of society. We have only one life to live, one life to create a identity of our own which can’t be bought from money. So  break free ! and join me in this struggle of life.