Wednesday, October 14, 2009

The Indianness in them....

This is after the article that I saw in the Mumbai Mirror this morning..

On the first page...."INDIANS STOP BOTHERING ME"-Nobel Laureate Venkatraman Ramakrishnan

And the whole Indian thing of "Look-we-have-some-part-here-so-its-ours" couldnt help but come to my mind.

Indians are hypocrites when it comes to such things.We just realize that there are some of us working out there,slogging when they get some recognition.

Now consider this...theres not much of India in Sunita Williams...except her first name and the fact that she was born here (Even taking samosas to outer space doesnt count..really)
But when we got the news that shes going out in space..we suddenly realized that theres a woman out there who was born in India.

Then there was Slumdog Millionaire,never mind that more than half of the crew working on the movie was British,the fact that it was shot in India with Indian actors suddenly made it an Indian Movie..And when the movie got The Oscars...Oh my god "We Indians are great arent we...we showed them!"

It was the same with the movie "Water" at the last Academy Awards.

When movies like "The Sixth Sense" and "The Village" were successful we started behaving as if M.Night Shyamalan had never left Kerala for Philadelphia..

Vijender Singh was made the Poster Boy of Indian sports when he got the bronze at the Olympics...but wait...wasnt there a piece of news some days back about how P T Usha was refused a room of her own at a National Sports Meet...why was that?

Because shes been out of action from quite some time now..

I dont say we shouldnt be proud of what our fellow Indians achieve...but what irritates me is this sudden affection that we get for people whn they get aome well deserved fame and recognition..

Now,Venkatraman Ramakrishnan was born in India and educated here..fine enough..But the research?All the hardwork?That was what he did in the US right?So why are people suddenly forging long lost relationships with him...why are people clogging his email when all these years they didnt bother to keep in touch?

Salman Rushdie and M F Hussain are in exile..Why?Coz we cant face their work..we are intolerant when it comes to their work.

But do wait sirs...maybe it will take another Man Booker and maybe some honour in Arts..before we finally realise that even you are Indians..

Monday, October 12, 2009

Some I am typing away.Sitting online,having nothing else to do (I have got first year engineering studies to do yes...but that's different).It wasn't what I had imagined myself to be doing about three hours back.It all started a week back..

"I want to go to Jehangir Art Gallery and the Prince of Wales Museum...Are you interested?"

"Sure,I am in,"

"And then maybe we could check out the booksellers near Metro at Dhobitalao."


This is what transpired between me and Nikhil a week back.

I had wanted to go alone..spend some time with myself..but then I thought,

“Why not call Nikhil, he’s interested in such places too and it had been quite some time since we met.”

The fact that we had met just five days back for I-Rock was conveniently overlooked by me..People whom you used to meet everyday…five days is quite a long time when it comes to them.

“I want to come too..”

“What will you do with us anyway?Its just two of us guys and maybe Siddhesh will join us.”

“So call the others na..Even I’ll be able to come then.Call Subhi,Barkha,Dipti,Tabish and all the others too…”

Fine,I guess we’ll all be able to meet that way.”

That was Sneha..So now it was decided..all of us were was gonna be fun.

“Why don’t we go after Tanuj comes?”

“He doesn’t like such stuff..”

“How can you assume such things?”

“Because I know..”

That was Sneha again…

One of our friends was coming back from Delhi-where he had gone for studies-

this diwali..And we had planned to go three days before his arrival..

“I have got classes from 7.30 to 12.00…”

“I have got classes from 4.30”

“So now we cant go?”

“We can go in the morning na,,”

“Yeah right…you thought I had classes till 12 at night?”


This was with Nikhil the previous day

“I wanted to come….”

“I know, but we cant do anything na..”


Sneha again…

I got up early the next day (today).. I had my maths classes and I didn’t want to get late…there were two batches that day…I didn’t want to be packed in like some cattle so I had to go early.

(Ten minutes later)

“Aaj class nahin hain..”(“no class today”)



And unlike the other guys I wasn’t abusing the classes people for having made me get up early…I was happy that now I’d be able to go…

(Ten minutes later at 7.45)

*Phone rings*

No one picks up.

*Phone rings*


“Where were you…sleeping?”


“Fine get ready,we gotto leave..Classes got cancelled..we can go to Churchgate now..”

“Yeah that’s good….”

“Call Sneha and Nilay tell them to get ready..I ll tell the others…We leave in an hour”

“An HOUR?”

“Yeah…why?How long do you take to take a bath anyway?”

“Hmm…Yeah ok…”


Sneha and Subhashree couldn’t come because there weren’t many girls,Nirali had her midterms so basically I helped her by waking her up and asking her to get ready—she didn’t come though-

Nilay had classes,Nikhil wasn’t allowed to go, Samir was busy as usual,Tabish for once was ready…but then,there was no one else

Dipti and Barkha normally needed a weeks notice whenever we planned to go out so they were out of question…

Ultimately it was just me and Siddhesh…and we would have gone too…only I thought it would be wise to call enquiry to ask whether the museum and art gallery were open…..It was Election Day after all…

“MTNLchya 197 enquiry madhye aaple swagat aahe.”

“Welcome to MTNL 197 enquiry”

“Hmm….are the Jehangir Art Gallery and Prince of Wales Musuem open today?”

“Naahin..Aaj Election aahe naa…” (“No,since its election day.”)


I felt like a huge balloon burst inside me…I had really wanted to go from a long time

“You can spend time alone at home too..”

“Yeah,I guess you re right…I ll read some books today or go online….”

So here I am….

Take my word….excessive planning is bad…all the more when you have got such a huge group as mine..

Though you should take care to plan things like which day to go on…Unlike me…we decided to go on the wrong day and the enquiry struck me at the last moment…..

So long…

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Like logs in the sea....

I meant to post this long back...but couldnt cause of my exams and new college and settling down and all that... on.I guess everyone goes through such a moment some time or the other in their lives...

And do comment..

He was looking around for them, his friends..the long haired,fair skinned girl-the one who wore spectacles,the wavy haired fair guy whose bulging eyes couldn’t be seen because of the glasses he wore,the short and stocky guy who had a cackle of laughter,the thin,lanky bowlegged one whose whole body shook whenever he laughed,the nervous curly haired guy who would laugh nervously whenever people around him turned abusive,the short plump girl who could always make him forget his worries because of the cheerful tone of her voice,and the others……He was missing all of them and was looking around for people who showed even the slightest signs of being like them…

It was the first day of college, he had been excited the first day yes…but he hadn’t expected to feel lonely..How could he? After all he was the one who approached people to talk to them…the supposedly ‘outgoing’ one..

The next whole week was spent in hoping that he would get someone who was like them..he didn’t..and that made him feel worse.

All the things that they used to do back in junior college came to him all the time..


“How can you expect to meet the same kind of people everywhere you go?Fine we had a wonderful group and we had awesome friends…but you cant go around getting upset just because you cant find people who are like them..”

“But we had such a great group…we might never have such a group again..these people seem to be sooo dull,”

“That’s what’s going to happen if you refuse to give a chance to knowing the people around you.I was having the same problem in my college too…I was looking for someone like Subhi and was getting upset cause I couldn’t find anyone..give them a chance might end up liking them the same way you liked our group”

One of the less talkative and a into-herself girl of our group was telling him this…the most talkative and the over-the-top…into-your-face friendly guy..She was one of his best friends..and she made him feel like a kid at times…and like some grown-up at others..God,he missed her!!…

“Dude…do me a favour,say you gonna get into my college in the next round..”

“Look..its not as if I don’t want to…I want get into that college too..but its not in my hands is it?”

“Yeah I know,…by the way you know what happened….”

And he went about saying those many things that he always talked about with this guy…oblivious to the fact that at the end of this long dialog he wasn’t going to remember why he had started talking about it and what exactly he was talking about…but it always happened when he talked to this guy…

“v r meeting at pizza hut 2moro.guys plz do ll b fun.”

Negi…he had messaged that…god bless him they all were meeting…finally they were all going to meet…three weeks after their respective colleges had started..

And they did have loads of fun that was like the old times…but surprisingly,that night when he got into bed,he didn’t feel that usual sense of loneliness…in fact he was looking forward to the next day at college…

He got out of the train at Kandivali…the train was going to halt on the 8th platform at the next station…he didn’t want to walk all the way…

He was waiting on the platform waiting for the next train.Hopefully it would halt at the 1st platform….

The train arrived..He was just about to get in when….


Startled, he looked around…and he saw two of his college friends…Subhi and Sneha…and he got a wide grin on his face…he was going to let the train go…

(Fifteen minutes later..when he finally got into the train..he was feeling elated at having met his friends..He had met Barkha and Neha previously that day…it had been a great day

“I wonder when I ll get to meet Vinit,its been almost a month now”)

(Borivali station-ten minutes later)

“Arrey woh dekh…Abhishek…”

(“Look there,that’s Abhishek”)

And he spotted them….Negi and Vinit…and to think that he had been thinking about Vinit ten minutes back!!

(Half an hour later…when he finally got home…he started thinking about his day and he realized that it had been a great day…By some scheme that the Universe had planned for him…he had ended up meeting some of his friend from “The Group” that day..all on the same day!!)

And that’s when he realized that this is what his 8th standard Sanskrit Subhashita had actually meant..

You meet people and then you move on..the moments that you share with them are the things to be cherished all your life.You cant keep crying for these people all your life..You have gotto go on meet other people make other friends in life..But meeting other people doesn’t mean you are letting go of the people who mean a lot to you.

Similarly he couldn’t keep hanging on to his friends all the time..He was going to make new ones..He was going to enjoy his life even now…and not being in the same college certainly didn’t mean he was going to lose touch with them,did it?

He was going to meet his friends again sometime soon…but like earlier on..he wasn’t going to keeping waiting for it..he was going to look forward to it,sure…they were going to have a bash as always…and maybe get thrown out of the restaurant like they had been showed the door at McDonalds before…

“Abhishek coming to college tomorrow?”

“Obviously man….wouldnt miss it..we have our TechFest tomorrow..Its gonna be AWESOME!!...”