Why, are GOOD THINGS IN LIFE ARE EITHER FATTY, BAD FOR HEALTH OR MARRIED TO SOMEBODY ELSE.
I recently heard this and found it so true.
Why, are ice creams, chocolates, and spicy stuff so fattening…why aren’t these vegetables fattening otherwise (I hate almost all of them).
Why, the biggest hunk, a real eye candy of the college, is committed to the most fat and ugly looking girl of the college (what a waste!!!).
Why, when you are early to office your boss is late, and the day when you get late by chance…your boss has been looking for you since an hour.
Why, when you decide to diet, the same caterer at office, who made such pathetic food (which actually inspired you to diet), suddenly starts giving ice creams free with a meal.
Why, when the entire month you kept cribbing about having no work and no calls…the client wants to speak to you, the very day you plan a candle light dinner with your spouse.
Why, the day I am at my best, when everyone around is complementing me, my crush has to be absent on the same day.
Why, the day I didn’t get time to take a bath, wore the shabbiest outfit in my wardrobe, he has to call me out for a coffee on the same day.
Why, the chances of meeting someone on the way increases when you are with someone, you don’t want to be spotted with.
Why, the ironies of life...
November 28, 2007Posted by Splash Press at 4:30 PM 0 comments
We...the literate herd of India...
November 22, 2007And how often have I heard this…Politics is a pot-hole.
But I have a question here. Even if it is a pothole, how many of us are willing to take up the responsibility to clean this pot hole…none actually. And why…because we don’t want to soil our hands or because we simply don’t care.
People like us are more concerned about their monthly paycheck and yearly appraisals and onsite assignments than being bothered by the Indian politics. How many of us actually know the stories behind the operation Blue star in 1984 and the consequences of the riots in Gujarat in 2003. Thousands of people die every year due to these communal riots which are normally planned and guided by the ruling parties…the same people whom we elect as our representatives to rule our country. I keep coming across so many people who keep blaming Indian politics, conveniently predicting that this country is headed to be doomed. But tell me how many of, we so called educated people, are actually willing to do something about it. Forget being a part of this political pot hole, how many of us use our voting rights…very very few in fact.
Talking about politics in the South, here we are lead by Karunanidhi vs JayLalitha. Karunanidhi, who has been appointed as the CM of TN five times already. Politics in TN has been a paradox. The absence of political debate can be clearly seen in the election campaign of 2006, which was predominantly based on the fight that who could bribe the voters more outrageously. Karunanidhi won with his promise of providing color televisions for all households and rice at the rate of Rs 2 per kilo.
This kind of politics is encouraged since very few of the so called educated mass take part in the elections and the non-educated mass can be easily wooed by such temptations. And the worst part is, this bribe was given from the government treasure, i.e. the money the middle class pays as taxes to the government…which is expected to be spent on the benefits of the citizen of India and not for the hopeless politicians to bribe people for votes.
Where as in Bihar we have Laloo and Rabri, who need no mention.
As I know from history, the kings who ruled India, the power came with heredity. The king when dies, his son would take over the dynasty and it went on for generations. Things look no different to me in the democratic India. All politicians children are also politicians. Motilal Nehru, Jawaharlal Nehru, Indira Gandhi, Rajiv Gandhi and now Rahul Gandhi have all become presidents of Congress Party- consistently for five generations. Rahul Gandhi is now slated to become Prime Minister of India, no questions asked.
Being a part of the literate herd of India, are we doing our duties towards our country…if not, what rights have we got to blame the politicians if they don’t to their bit. The fact is, even we as the citizens of India are running away from our responsibilities and find it so convenient to put the blame on the system. As long as, we, the educated mass of India are not going to take a stand, the situation would never improve and most certainly this country is going for a toss. 10-15 years down the line, we would all be managers in our respective MNC’s, we would have earned enough dollars, we would have married the man of our dreams, have a dream house far from the city traffic which would have a luxurious terrace, where would be conveniently reading the morning newspaper with a hot cup of tea and cribbing…”THIS COUNTRY IS GOING NOWHERE…”. You bet!!!!
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My evening coffee
November 12, 2007I was standing in my office terrace sipping my evening coffee when it flashed me.
Standing on my office terrace, as I look down, I can see the city rushing to their destinations, on the flyover below. I hear the horns honking, vehicles trying to overtake each other, each one in more hurry than the other, pedestrians waiting for the vehicles and vehicles waiting for the pedestrians. This is our life today…everyone is in a hurry, there is no time to stand and stare. Life has become so easy so convenient but still we are in a hurry. My parents are so proud of me…my father speaks to his friends, with his head held high…”My daughter earns more than me” , We have money, lots of it for our age…but where is the time to spend them. The amount of money I draw per month is almost double of the no. of years I have spent on this planet…money comes flowing in and peace goes out of the window…because I am always in a hurry. When I see these people on the roads hurrying, I feel this void in my life. These running people symbolize my life. They remind me of my failures. They remind me of all those times when I was busy hurrying into things in my life, while something more important got neglected. They remind me when things just went on and I couldn’t control them. They remind me of those times, when I knew what is going on was wrong, but I could do nothing to stop them from happening, I just sat like a silent spectator and watched it all. They remind of all those weak moments when I couldn’t be strong enough to control things and change them my way. They remind me of people who went away from me and I could do nothing but to let them go. They remind me of all those people who were once my closest friends but we have lost track of each other since we are all hurrying like this.
We are rich enough and so are others. We earn more so we spend more…so the shopping centers and malls earn more. We can afford lavish food and…so restaurants earn a lot. Luxurious food and no exercise land us easily to bad health…and hence doctors earn a lot. We gain health easily and hence these slimming centers earn a lot. So basically we are rich and we make other people richer.
Life has become so much simpler these days.
You don’t even have to climb stairs, you have escalators, but that really simplify life….It doesn’t rather it complicates it with health problems.
I can keep in touch with my nursery school friends through orkut and chatting sites, they are just a phone/skype call away but I am ignorant who stays in my neighborhood. Isn’t that ironical!!?
My friends say I am so successful today, but my parents stay alone today since I am in a far off place celebrating my so called success, while they are alone craving for their daughter, watching her grow only in photographs.
So where am I heading to?
A life, where in the controlling factor is not money, its time. We have money to buy all the happiness under the sun, but no time to explore them. I keep wondering, is this the life I always wanted. Is this what my definition of success is? Am I really a happy and successful person? These questions flash me and go unanswered since I have finished my coffee now and I need to rush back to work.
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