Har khushi har kisi se baati nahi jati...
Har gam har kisi se chupaya nahi jata...
Har aasun par tujhse judai ka naam nahi hota...
Har hasi tere aane ka paigaam nahi deti...
Har pehli mulakat yaadgaar nahi hoti...
Har milne walo ko yaad nahi karte...
Har chehre ko dekhne ki lalsa nahi hoti...
Har khushbu mehsoos karne ki tamanna nahi hoti...
Magar...
Aaj fir har khushi baatne ki tamanna hai...
Aaj fir har gam chupane ki khawish hai...
Aaj fir mere aansun apni pehchaan bata rahe hain...
Aaj fir meri hasi wahi paigaam dena chahti hain...
Wo pehli mulakat jo pehli na thi... fir se yaad aa gayi...
Kahin kisi mod tanha mila tha... Wo dost fir se yaad aa gaya...
Tera chehra jo mit chuka tha aankho se... fir se nazar aa gaya...
Wo khushbu jo kho chuki thi seene me... uska ehsaas fir se jaag gaya...
Dua aaj bhi yehi karte hai... Jo shayad poori ho jaye...
Tera har aansun mujhe mil jaye... Meri har hasi tere naam ho jaye...
Hai ek hi Guzarish tujhse mere dost... apne aansun mujhse kabhi na chhupana...
Mere gamon ko apna samjho na samjho... Meri har khushi ko apna banana...
Monday, October 5, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
My Five Best Friends
I walk a lonely road, perhaps the only road. The road is more like a circle, perhaps a viscious circle. Cause I do not find any end to it. There may be breaks but no end to it.
The daily buses are mostly crowded, yet sometimes I don't see the crowd, perhaps cant see the crowd. It seldom happens that a full bus seems haunted empty. Sometimes I hate the crowd and sometimes I miss the crowd. They are sometimes annoyingly needed yet sometimes they are desperately wished away.
The road may be lonely, or perhaps I find it lonely, starts every morning 8:30. Then starts the struggle, I call it the anti-loneliness struggle. Struggle to get the bus on time, to get a seat on time, to get the window seat. The window seat, so that I can spend time with my new best friend. The City crowd.
Watching people go to work, kids go to school, the couples standing at the bus stop who just can't take their eyes of each other yet cannot look in each others eyes. People say talking ones heart out is a good way to reduce inner pain. BUT sometimes, when you start talking to your new best friends you start remembering the old memories.
However in my case I don't do the talking I just watch. Watch them making noise, fighting with traffic police, arguing with their spouse, protecting their children, watch them admiring the girl around the corner, watch 'him' protect 'her' from the crowd, watch 'her' hold 'his' hands while crossing the roads.
Basically, I watch them having their share of struggle just as they are watching me.
All these brings back memories. Things that I used to do for others, things that others used to do for me. Memories that I was trying to forget by living a life full of struggle. Because this struggle is far better than the struggle to forget the heartbeats that once belonged to me, the heartbeats that I devoted to someone else.
"I am upset now, I am not interested in your struggles or your stories, or your actions" Thats what I tell my best friend and start looking at the clouds, the sky, the trees. For a city, Bangalore has been blessed by the nature. Then there is slight desire, "Bangalore sure is a nice place, infact its beautiful enough to spend the rest of one's life with the love of his life, wish you could be here with me, wish I could show you all the beauty that I see everyday, wish we could get drenched in the city rain together, wish that we could enjoy the winds through our hairs"
With this same desire, everyday, I wish if I only could hold her hands once again, however, the only thing my fingers are allowed to do is to tune into the next band. The FM, my another best friend, is there to sing songs, play music, share stupid & not so stupid jokes. Its there to talk to about a world that would least interest me. But the bottom line is, its there with me.
Recently I found a new best friend, Zahir. The road wasn't lonely after I found Zahir. A friend who made sure that I wasn't lonely anymore, that I had my thoughts full with his stories. This friend has a lot to share, his stories bout his wife, about his girlfriends, about his author. He has enough to share, that I don't count the clock ticks anymore infact I don't need to think about the other two friends. But unknown to the fact that even his words sometimes start hurting, they
start revealing what I crave to forget and then I close the book for the day.
This is how I punish Zahir, I get back to changing bands than turning pages.
Once I reach office I do not spend time with any of these, I have another best friend waiting for me, My Work. He makes sure that I am no more an emotional fool but a programming intellectual. He makes sure that all I think of is what he wants me to think. He has been successful so far, letting me get rid of my pain, my struggle, my worries as well as my dreams. The entire day, its just me and my dear work. He however promises that all things that he makes me do are for the betterment of my future and for the joys of my present. However, if by any chance he is not there, I feel like standing on the same lonely road, again. No one to share with, no one to talk to, no one to trust upon.
As the sun moves towards west, the time to bid goodbye reaches nearer. Finally I get back home. Home, where my dearest and my best-est friend waits for me, my pillow. He is right there all alone waiting for me, waiting to give me a hug. His hug may not be as tender as my mom's. It may not be as warm as my girl friend's. It may not be as supportive as my best friend's. But, its always available to me, and only me. I can rest my head on him, hug him tighter than ever,
soak him with my tears, fill him with my dreams, even throw him away when I'm angry, but he won't complain. He is there all night to take care of me, to make me forget my past sorrows, forget my present struggle, forget my future worries. He is there to let me be myself. He is there to prepare me for the next day's struggle, motivate me to have faith in my other four best friends, make me understand their importance in my life.
I do not know whether I was destined to walk this lonely road, or whether I chose to walk this road. I do know one thing, this is a Lonely Road, to pe precise 'The Only Road' that I can walk. And I also know that as long as I walk this road, I will always have the support of my five best friends, with me.
The daily buses are mostly crowded, yet sometimes I don't see the crowd, perhaps cant see the crowd. It seldom happens that a full bus seems haunted empty. Sometimes I hate the crowd and sometimes I miss the crowd. They are sometimes annoyingly needed yet sometimes they are desperately wished away.
The road may be lonely, or perhaps I find it lonely, starts every morning 8:30. Then starts the struggle, I call it the anti-loneliness struggle. Struggle to get the bus on time, to get a seat on time, to get the window seat. The window seat, so that I can spend time with my new best friend. The City crowd.
Watching people go to work, kids go to school, the couples standing at the bus stop who just can't take their eyes of each other yet cannot look in each others eyes. People say talking ones heart out is a good way to reduce inner pain. BUT sometimes, when you start talking to your new best friends you start remembering the old memories.
However in my case I don't do the talking I just watch. Watch them making noise, fighting with traffic police, arguing with their spouse, protecting their children, watch them admiring the girl around the corner, watch 'him' protect 'her' from the crowd, watch 'her' hold 'his' hands while crossing the roads.
Basically, I watch them having their share of struggle just as they are watching me.
All these brings back memories. Things that I used to do for others, things that others used to do for me. Memories that I was trying to forget by living a life full of struggle. Because this struggle is far better than the struggle to forget the heartbeats that once belonged to me, the heartbeats that I devoted to someone else.
"I am upset now, I am not interested in your struggles or your stories, or your actions" Thats what I tell my best friend and start looking at the clouds, the sky, the trees. For a city, Bangalore has been blessed by the nature. Then there is slight desire, "Bangalore sure is a nice place, infact its beautiful enough to spend the rest of one's life with the love of his life, wish you could be here with me, wish I could show you all the beauty that I see everyday, wish we could get drenched in the city rain together, wish that we could enjoy the winds through our hairs"
With this same desire, everyday, I wish if I only could hold her hands once again, however, the only thing my fingers are allowed to do is to tune into the next band. The FM, my another best friend, is there to sing songs, play music, share stupid & not so stupid jokes. Its there to talk to about a world that would least interest me. But the bottom line is, its there with me.
Recently I found a new best friend, Zahir. The road wasn't lonely after I found Zahir. A friend who made sure that I wasn't lonely anymore, that I had my thoughts full with his stories. This friend has a lot to share, his stories bout his wife, about his girlfriends, about his author. He has enough to share, that I don't count the clock ticks anymore infact I don't need to think about the other two friends. But unknown to the fact that even his words sometimes start hurting, they
start revealing what I crave to forget and then I close the book for the day.
This is how I punish Zahir, I get back to changing bands than turning pages.
Once I reach office I do not spend time with any of these, I have another best friend waiting for me, My Work. He makes sure that I am no more an emotional fool but a programming intellectual. He makes sure that all I think of is what he wants me to think. He has been successful so far, letting me get rid of my pain, my struggle, my worries as well as my dreams. The entire day, its just me and my dear work. He however promises that all things that he makes me do are for the betterment of my future and for the joys of my present. However, if by any chance he is not there, I feel like standing on the same lonely road, again. No one to share with, no one to talk to, no one to trust upon.
As the sun moves towards west, the time to bid goodbye reaches nearer. Finally I get back home. Home, where my dearest and my best-est friend waits for me, my pillow. He is right there all alone waiting for me, waiting to give me a hug. His hug may not be as tender as my mom's. It may not be as warm as my girl friend's. It may not be as supportive as my best friend's. But, its always available to me, and only me. I can rest my head on him, hug him tighter than ever,
soak him with my tears, fill him with my dreams, even throw him away when I'm angry, but he won't complain. He is there all night to take care of me, to make me forget my past sorrows, forget my present struggle, forget my future worries. He is there to let me be myself. He is there to prepare me for the next day's struggle, motivate me to have faith in my other four best friends, make me understand their importance in my life.
I do not know whether I was destined to walk this lonely road, or whether I chose to walk this road. I do know one thing, this is a Lonely Road, to pe precise 'The Only Road' that I can walk. And I also know that as long as I walk this road, I will always have the support of my five best friends, with me.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Aakhir kya kami hai?
बैंगलोर में रवीवार की छुट्टी मना रहे थे,
इसी बहाने चादार ताने,
भरी दोपहर तक सो रहे थे.
खिड़कियों के परदे लगा रखे थे,
FM पर गाने चला रखे थे,
और उन्ही गानो को मन मे गुनगुना रहे थे
ऐसे दिन मे क्या कमी है? कुछ भी तो नहीं...
आँखे बंद हुई ही थी की कुछ आवाजें आई,
परदो की सुराख से खिड़की के बहार हमने नज़रें दौड़ाई...
निक्कर पहने कुछ बच्चे टायर दौड़ा रहे थे,
तो दूसरी ओर कुछ लोग खुद दौड़ते नज़र आ रहे थे
पास वाली चाची ने अपने बच्चो को आवाज़ लगायी,
बारिश मे भीगे तो होगी पिटाई.
ये बारिश हैं, और उसके आने की हलचल.
आसमान पर बदल ऐसे छाए जैसे बड़े दिनों बाद दोस्तों से मिलने आये हो,
हवाएं इतनी तेज़ मनो बारिश से बचने घर भाग रही हो,
खड़खडाती खिड़कियाँ अपने बंधन का एहसास दिला रही हो,
और पेड़ अपनी चमक से अपने नए जेवर दिखला रहे हो.
इस बारिश मे क्या कमी है? कुछ नहीं.
पर ये बारिश अकेले न आई थी,
साथ बीती यादें और अधूरे सपने भी लायी थी.
बचपन की वो बारिश... कीचड़ से सने कपडे...
और फूटबाल मैच जीतने की ख़ुशी...
इस बारिश मे क्या कमी थी? कुछ नहीं...
कॉलेज की वो बारिश... ब्रिज पर चलती तेज़ हवाएं...
और हवाओं मे गूंजते अन्ताक्षरी के गाने...
इस बारिश मे क्या कमी थी? कुछ नहीं...
साथी के साथ की बारिश... हॉस्टल से क्लास करने पैदल जाना...
एक ही छतरी से एक दुसरे को भीगने से बचाना...
इस बारिश मे क्या कमी थी? कुछ नहीं...
बारिश तो आज भी वही है...
पर वो ख़ुशी क्यूँ नहीं है...
बादलों को देख इश्वर का एहसास क्यूँ नहीं होता...
तेज़ हवाओं से साँसे तेज़ क्यूँ नहीं होती...
पेडो की चमक से आँखों क्यूँ नहीं चमकतीं...
बाहर की हलचल से मन मे हलचल क्यूँ नहीं होती...
बारिश को देख जो मन कभी था नाचता...
अकेला ही नहीं साथ था दूसरो को नचाता...
आज वही मन बारिश को देख क्यूँ होता है बेबस...
खुद की आँखों से होती बारिश को है नहीं रोक पता...
बारिश तो वही है... पर फिर भी कुछ कमी है...
आखिर क्या कमी है? शायद इसका जवाब कभी मिल जाये...
शायद वो जवाब बारिश की परिभाषा बदल पाए...
बारिश तो वही है... पर फिर भी कुछ कमी है...
गर सच मे ये बारिश वही है... तो आखिर क्या कमी है...???
इसी बहाने चादार ताने,
भरी दोपहर तक सो रहे थे.
खिड़कियों के परदे लगा रखे थे,
FM पर गाने चला रखे थे,
और उन्ही गानो को मन मे गुनगुना रहे थे
ऐसे दिन मे क्या कमी है? कुछ भी तो नहीं...
आँखे बंद हुई ही थी की कुछ आवाजें आई,
परदो की सुराख से खिड़की के बहार हमने नज़रें दौड़ाई...
निक्कर पहने कुछ बच्चे टायर दौड़ा रहे थे,
तो दूसरी ओर कुछ लोग खुद दौड़ते नज़र आ रहे थे
पास वाली चाची ने अपने बच्चो को आवाज़ लगायी,
बारिश मे भीगे तो होगी पिटाई.
ये बारिश हैं, और उसके आने की हलचल.
आसमान पर बदल ऐसे छाए जैसे बड़े दिनों बाद दोस्तों से मिलने आये हो,
हवाएं इतनी तेज़ मनो बारिश से बचने घर भाग रही हो,
खड़खडाती खिड़कियाँ अपने बंधन का एहसास दिला रही हो,
और पेड़ अपनी चमक से अपने नए जेवर दिखला रहे हो.
इस बारिश मे क्या कमी है? कुछ नहीं.
पर ये बारिश अकेले न आई थी,
साथ बीती यादें और अधूरे सपने भी लायी थी.
बचपन की वो बारिश... कीचड़ से सने कपडे...
और फूटबाल मैच जीतने की ख़ुशी...
इस बारिश मे क्या कमी थी? कुछ नहीं...
कॉलेज की वो बारिश... ब्रिज पर चलती तेज़ हवाएं...
और हवाओं मे गूंजते अन्ताक्षरी के गाने...
इस बारिश मे क्या कमी थी? कुछ नहीं...
साथी के साथ की बारिश... हॉस्टल से क्लास करने पैदल जाना...
एक ही छतरी से एक दुसरे को भीगने से बचाना...
इस बारिश मे क्या कमी थी? कुछ नहीं...
बारिश तो आज भी वही है...
पर वो ख़ुशी क्यूँ नहीं है...
बादलों को देख इश्वर का एहसास क्यूँ नहीं होता...
तेज़ हवाओं से साँसे तेज़ क्यूँ नहीं होती...
पेडो की चमक से आँखों क्यूँ नहीं चमकतीं...
बाहर की हलचल से मन मे हलचल क्यूँ नहीं होती...
बारिश को देख जो मन कभी था नाचता...
अकेला ही नहीं साथ था दूसरो को नचाता...
आज वही मन बारिश को देख क्यूँ होता है बेबस...
खुद की आँखों से होती बारिश को है नहीं रोक पता...
बारिश तो वही है... पर फिर भी कुछ कमी है...
आखिर क्या कमी है? शायद इसका जवाब कभी मिल जाये...
शायद वो जवाब बारिश की परिभाषा बदल पाए...
बारिश तो वही है... पर फिर भी कुछ कमी है...
गर सच मे ये बारिश वही है... तो आखिर क्या कमी है...???
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Thanks to RS
Well lets get this straight first, RS is not a who, its a what.
Last Sunday, 3rd of May I met Ramesh & Suresh, two of my school buddies. The occasion was nothing special, it was supposed to be a small drinks party from my side. So there we were sitting in Guru Garden, under a hut like roof, surrounded by greenery, enjoying my new job. To enhance the occasion was a surprise rainfall, It was enough to double the joy of meeting such friends after such a long time.
A quarter of Old Monk for Suresh, a quarter of Royal Stag for Ramesh & a two liters bottle of Pepsi for me, along with half of the entire veg starters menu on our table.
I was enjoying every moment, for the first time I wasn't bothered bout the bill. I didn't know what the real joy was, was it my new job, was it the drinks party or perhaps the rain. The answer was clear by the time I was home.
It all started with discussing about our girl friends, ex or current, didn't matter. Then we went on to all the Devilish things we did in school. The inter school cricket match, the chants of victory, the new website our school has, our favorite black n white uniform, the teachers, the punishments etc etc. We talked bout anything rather everything.
By this time, the OM & RS have started to show their effects, Ramesh had a new avtar, Suresh was looking all sleepy. However he looked bath fresh whenever his cell phone buzzed, with his girl friends msgs.
It was Ramesh who was doing all the talking, he kept claiming of not being drunk at all & that he can take in twice of what he has taken yet. Well, I have only one thing to say bout this... "No comments... "
Ramesh, who was my school buddy, who became just another schoolmate for me due to my lack of initiation for communication was sitting right beside me. With a glass of RS in one hand, and the other on my shoulders, he confessed all the ulterior motives he had in school, all what he thought of me & what he thinks of me now. All the feelings he had n still has for our group of distinct 4.
Each pause Ramesh took was replaced by a punch line by Suresh... "Sandeep, Thanks to RS".
Ramesh, still claimed of being in his complete sense, which I still doubt. His words were going straight to my heart... I was happy to have such friends and at the same time speechless with the guilty for not being in touch with the rest of them.
The small get-together ended with a 'Meetha Pan' And when we dropped Suresh at his place, his good bye followed by a hug followed by the same punch line, "Sandeep, always remember this day... Thanks to RS"
All that I wanna say now is... "Thank you RS"
Note: The names mentioned above are fictitious however the incident isn't. The names have been changed considering their safety from their girl-friends. ;)
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Cant it be less than 25
I would have never written any such thing if it wasn't for Miss Neha.
'25 facts about ones self' I wonder who thought of such thing...
Well here goes...
1) To start with, I wanna list the things that came to my mind.
- How can one write 25 things about himself?
- I will skip one or two numbers in between.
- It sounded more like an essay on Myself
2) I am scared of holding new borns, I find them extremely fragile. I usually end up thinking that they might get scratches over their body by my touch.
3) I have very poor handwriting. Should have written very very poor. I had a subject on handwriting in English & in Hindi as well. I never got more than 35, where the passing marks were 40. I asked my friends to write the 'to n from' section on the first greeting card I gave to a girl.
4) My first girl-friend was in third standard. That is what my friends, my cousins, n her brothers used to tell both of us. Her name was Sudha, and Gudia for me. She was my only female friend at that age. I used to blush whenever they called her my girlfriend.
5) Being a Jain, I was once asked to take some oaths(1st Jan 2003). There's an entire list
- No smoking, No drinking, No Tobacco (till death)
- I was also asked to take Celibacy (Brahmacharya) till marriage. I did not have the guts to accept this one. Because Celibacy is not only related to making love, its more than that, much more than that, including watching movies sharing NV jokes etc etc. So our guru accepted my request and offered me less stringent rules.
No Pre-marital, No Extra-marital. I had no issues accepting these.
6) Our old house was a 2 room flat, all the edibles were kept in my room & the cooking was done in my parents room. I used to get up at night, open the cupboard, take out the cookies n other snacks, sit on the ground then eat with a huge smile full of satisfaction. I managed to get my sister join the gang too. (In short we use to steal all possible things even Chawanprash, Horlicks from our own kitchen and eat all night :P)
7) Dancing, I never learned dancing from anyone, or anywhere. Its been my passion ever since I was a kid. In fact I was a die hard fan of Prabhu Deva at some age, after the song Muqabala. I dance whenever I am happy. Dancing for me was never a hobby or a skill to showoff. Its what I love to do, what I enjoy, what cheers me up.
8) This one is tricky one. I could have added this point to the previous one. But it deserves to be a separate one. Thou I mentioned that dancing is my passion. I was extremely shy to dance in front of anyone, even my mom. My first public performance was on a new year's eve. I won the passing the parcel game and was requested, by the only girl I had a crush on, to dance. Surprisingly, I agreed and Chaiya Chaiya was the song. The next morning my sis was pulling my leg for being popular amongst three girls.
9) The next attribute of mine is known to almost all my classmates. I never cheat in exams. Neither I ask for answers nor I share them. Neither I look in others' answers sheets or show mine to others. Data mining's first paper was my first experience with a score of zero. I may not be one of the toppers but I'm proud to say all my marks are truly earned.
10) I had a good academic record in maths, but I failed in 11th std first term paper. I practiced trigonometry for 5 consecutive days and still got a 27/100 in that.
11) Doing workout is another passion, inspired by my favorite HHH & 3:16. Always wanted to have a built like them. I used to fill two 2L bottles of coke n use them as dumbbells.
12) My father has always inspired me. But thats common for almost every other guy. So, apart from my dad Hrithik Roshan is a great source of inspiration for me. Not only for his dance or his physique. But for being a perfectionist & his affection for his parents, his wife, his kids & his loyalty towards his love.
13) My biggest fear has always been infidelity, this is the reason why Life in Metro disgusted me. I always wonder how anyone can trust his/her person to be loyal, I don't know if I will be able to build that trust. (This may sound sick, but you can surely blame it on the movies n TV serials)
14) Comedy shows & Dance Shows are my favorite. However I still spend most of my time watching cartoons, Tom n Jerry & Dragonball Z in particular.
15) I do not remember the count of girls who proposed me. However I personally have proposed a girl only once till date. I am not going to give my count of crushes cuz I don't remember. Even thou I have had serious relations with two individuals, both of them are past. SJ is single but not yet ready to mingle.
16) I have a lot of dreams, about my future, my career, my future family etc etc. And like many foolish people I try to plan my future, and get very upset when things do not go as per my plans.
17) GSD was the biggest project of my life. It made me realize my own potentials as a Team Player as well as a Team Leader. I know this for sure someone will definitely smile after reading this.
18) In school I was with Vivek n Paras, in graduation I was with Rajesh, in post graduation I was with Sanjeet. These people are the ones who took care of me as if I was their younger brother & listened to me as if I was their elder. (PS: I am elder to all three of them)
19) I have been teaching computers since 5th class. I used to teach my batch mates as well as my seniors. Infact I was a guest faculty at TataInfotech for a month. (It lasted only for a month cuz they never paid me)
20) I have lost my way thrice, once in a vegetable market, once during Durga Puja, and once on my first day to school. All three times the ones who brought me back to my home, knew me or my parents but I didn't know them.
21) Even thou I am a Post Graduate in computer science. I strongly believe in fate, stars, n all those spiritual talks. In fact I have read around four books on Vastu, one on palmistry which is still to be completed. And I don't know how many times I have studied my own Kundli.
22) My favorite status msg, "The glass is never half empty, Its always half full"
23) I get homesick every time I return from home. My dearest ones know this very well. I even spend day time at their place with their families for 2-3 days after returning.
24) Going through Sanmacs gave my confidence new heights. The MCA aspirants probably understand what Sanmacs is. I give special credit to Apoorvi (IITR-MCA) who made me jealous of her knowledge everyday and thus inspired me to push myself further.
25) I don't like eating alone, I 'need' atleast one person with me whenever I take lunch or dinner.
Phew... finally over with it...
Now one more task left... whom should I tag?? I don't know many people who blog... so I'll tag Vandita Kapila
'25 facts about ones self' I wonder who thought of such thing...
Well here goes...
1) To start with, I wanna list the things that came to my mind.
- How can one write 25 things about himself?
- I will skip one or two numbers in between.
- It sounded more like an essay on Myself
2) I am scared of holding new borns, I find them extremely fragile. I usually end up thinking that they might get scratches over their body by my touch.
3) I have very poor handwriting. Should have written very very poor. I had a subject on handwriting in English & in Hindi as well. I never got more than 35, where the passing marks were 40. I asked my friends to write the 'to n from' section on the first greeting card I gave to a girl.
4) My first girl-friend was in third standard. That is what my friends, my cousins, n her brothers used to tell both of us. Her name was Sudha, and Gudia for me. She was my only female friend at that age. I used to blush whenever they called her my girlfriend.
5) Being a Jain, I was once asked to take some oaths(1st Jan 2003). There's an entire list
- No smoking, No drinking, No Tobacco (till death)
- I was also asked to take Celibacy (Brahmacharya) till marriage. I did not have the guts to accept this one. Because Celibacy is not only related to making love, its more than that, much more than that, including watching movies sharing NV jokes etc etc. So our guru accepted my request and offered me less stringent rules.
No Pre-marital, No Extra-marital. I had no issues accepting these.
6) Our old house was a 2 room flat, all the edibles were kept in my room & the cooking was done in my parents room. I used to get up at night, open the cupboard, take out the cookies n other snacks, sit on the ground then eat with a huge smile full of satisfaction. I managed to get my sister join the gang too. (In short we use to steal all possible things even Chawanprash, Horlicks from our own kitchen and eat all night :P)
7) Dancing, I never learned dancing from anyone, or anywhere. Its been my passion ever since I was a kid. In fact I was a die hard fan of Prabhu Deva at some age, after the song Muqabala. I dance whenever I am happy. Dancing for me was never a hobby or a skill to showoff. Its what I love to do, what I enjoy, what cheers me up.
8) This one is tricky one. I could have added this point to the previous one. But it deserves to be a separate one. Thou I mentioned that dancing is my passion. I was extremely shy to dance in front of anyone, even my mom. My first public performance was on a new year's eve. I won the passing the parcel game and was requested, by the only girl I had a crush on, to dance. Surprisingly, I agreed and Chaiya Chaiya was the song. The next morning my sis was pulling my leg for being popular amongst three girls.
9) The next attribute of mine is known to almost all my classmates. I never cheat in exams. Neither I ask for answers nor I share them. Neither I look in others' answers sheets or show mine to others. Data mining's first paper was my first experience with a score of zero. I may not be one of the toppers but I'm proud to say all my marks are truly earned.
10) I had a good academic record in maths, but I failed in 11th std first term paper. I practiced trigonometry for 5 consecutive days and still got a 27/100 in that.
11) Doing workout is another passion, inspired by my favorite HHH & 3:16. Always wanted to have a built like them. I used to fill two 2L bottles of coke n use them as dumbbells.
12) My father has always inspired me. But thats common for almost every other guy. So, apart from my dad Hrithik Roshan is a great source of inspiration for me. Not only for his dance or his physique. But for being a perfectionist & his affection for his parents, his wife, his kids & his loyalty towards his love.
13) My biggest fear has always been infidelity, this is the reason why Life in Metro disgusted me. I always wonder how anyone can trust his/her person to be loyal, I don't know if I will be able to build that trust. (This may sound sick, but you can surely blame it on the movies n TV serials)
14) Comedy shows & Dance Shows are my favorite. However I still spend most of my time watching cartoons, Tom n Jerry & Dragonball Z in particular.
15) I do not remember the count of girls who proposed me. However I personally have proposed a girl only once till date. I am not going to give my count of crushes cuz I don't remember. Even thou I have had serious relations with two individuals, both of them are past. SJ is single but not yet ready to mingle.
16) I have a lot of dreams, about my future, my career, my future family etc etc. And like many foolish people I try to plan my future, and get very upset when things do not go as per my plans.
17) GSD was the biggest project of my life. It made me realize my own potentials as a Team Player as well as a Team Leader. I know this for sure someone will definitely smile after reading this.
18) In school I was with Vivek n Paras, in graduation I was with Rajesh, in post graduation I was with Sanjeet. These people are the ones who took care of me as if I was their younger brother & listened to me as if I was their elder. (PS: I am elder to all three of them)
19) I have been teaching computers since 5th class. I used to teach my batch mates as well as my seniors. Infact I was a guest faculty at TataInfotech for a month. (It lasted only for a month cuz they never paid me)
20) I have lost my way thrice, once in a vegetable market, once during Durga Puja, and once on my first day to school. All three times the ones who brought me back to my home, knew me or my parents but I didn't know them.
21) Even thou I am a Post Graduate in computer science. I strongly believe in fate, stars, n all those spiritual talks. In fact I have read around four books on Vastu, one on palmistry which is still to be completed. And I don't know how many times I have studied my own Kundli.
22) My favorite status msg, "The glass is never half empty, Its always half full"
23) I get homesick every time I return from home. My dearest ones know this very well. I even spend day time at their place with their families for 2-3 days after returning.
24) Going through Sanmacs gave my confidence new heights. The MCA aspirants probably understand what Sanmacs is. I give special credit to Apoorvi (IITR-MCA) who made me jealous of her knowledge everyday and thus inspired me to push myself further.
25) I don't like eating alone, I 'need' atleast one person with me whenever I take lunch or dinner.
Phew... finally over with it...
Now one more task left... whom should I tag?? I don't know many people who blog... so I'll tag Vandita Kapila
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I am a Messenger
Hello everyone,
I am a messenger. My name is Yahoo n this is my story.
Most of you know me, many of you need me, and some of you have heard of me and probably a few of you hate me as well.
I accept all of you, I am not bothered by what you think of me. I am not bothered whether you consider me a boon for the society or a curse for the youth. Why? because I'm not human that's why. I do what I am supposed to do, I bring people together. Its none of my business what people do with this closeness, with this communication.
They say when two people communicate there intellect increases. So, those who travel a lot, meet many new people, are generally the most experienced ones. Guess what, I don't travel, but I do meet new people. Some of them are very regular, some are mere visitors, some of them have nothing else to do but to be online 24x7, some just created their id/password and never returned back.
I am sure you never thought that I could talk or I could reply, and you will definitely be surprised if I tell you that I am aware of the every communication that you do. I not only understand all your emoticons n audibles, rather your text as well. I learned a lot from you, I wonder if I have something which you can learn.
Like I said, I come across many people every day. I just want to share some of my common observations.
There are people who just want to chat as if they have nothing else to do, some just create new Avtars so that they can impress the opposite sex. I see a father n son talking to each other sitting in different countries. I do not see their dull faces but its visible in their words. I see a brother, trying to cheer up his sister. I see a sister wishing rakhi on a webcam. I see boys n girls flirting with each other. I see a grandmother giving blessings on a webcam. I see a couple having hot conversations on a webcam (ever wondered If I recorded that). I see a girlfriend making faces on her web cam for her boy friend. I see a boyfriend creating Hot looking Avtars for his girl friend. Oh yes! The Avtars. Don't you just love them. I see people use them to project their real self, sometimes their projected selves which they crave to be. Sometimes people create funny Avtars, and send it to friends just to tease each other.
You humans have so many relations, n I feel happy and proud to be a part of it.
I know a few naughty ones who create fake profiles, and talk to each other, pretending to be their recent crush, pretending to be their girlfriend or boyfriend. I doubt this prank ever hurt anyone. I hope not. Something done without any wrong intentions shall not have wrong consequences either.
I have to mention this part, (on authors recommendation) I also know of people who stay awake late at night, to study, to discuss, to argue, to learn, to send notes, to share e-books. I know of people who use doodle to teach each other. I wonder what happens to all their intellectual talks. In almost all cases the frequency of their discussion became zero in a jippy. I seriously have no idea where n why does all that discussion disappear all of a sudden.
That's all with the good stuff. But I see some strange behavior as well, some saddening conversation as well. It's then when I feel helpless. I wish I could delete people from your friend list who never reply to you. Whether its a 'Happy Birthday', a Cheerful 'Hey buddy', or a simple two letter 'Hi'. I wonder when one user is persistent in sending every small greeting to the other but the other just ignores it, why have they kept each other on their friend lists.
This is one story, another common scenario I observed is where one user visits the other's profile everyday. Opens his chat window, types some text, deletes it, types again just to delete it again. I noticed a few who open the chat window, go on typing words, painful words, they are painful that I figured out. They have to be painful, when they are full of :( :(( =((. Guess what, they didn't press an enter but pressed an escape. It happens the other way too, I get text full of joy smiles, dances, but even they are not sent. I see a person who just drags his mouse over the other's name again n again n again.
In this regard I have only one question, Why do you waste my time man?
There is another set of users, who wait till the other person comes online, just to use my stealth settings to be permanently invisible. You people are using me to play mind games with each other. Its always like this, some flirting conversation, some audio chats, some video chats, then some small fights, some sorry, some its ok, ultimately some aggressive conversation, full of bitter words, full of sarcastic statements, finally ending with either adding each other to ignore lists, blocking each other or setting each other to permanently invisible. You hate each other, right? Why dont you delete each other, you maintain each other on your lists, just to torture the other person or to torture yourself. I wish I could delete you from each others list.
I have a lot of questions, I only know what happens, but I do not know why.
Why do people stop replying? why do the smiles turn to frowns? Why do two users who once conversed regularly don't even ping each other for a small good morning.
I am a messenger and this is my story.
I feel proud to help friends stay connected, I feel proud to help make geographical distances seem like neighborhood, I feel proud to help new relations grow. I do feel sorry for the relations that end in my presence, for the friendships that no longer exist, for the desperation of people to talk, I really wish I could reply on their behalf. I could send messages on their behalf. May be that cud help save a dying relation, may be that could cheer a crying heart.
I feel blessed for not being able to feel your pain, but I regret missing the feeling of your smiles.
I am a messenger and this was my story...
Thank You for making me a part of your life...
Good Bye...
Take care...
Keep Smiling... :)
I am a messenger. My name is Yahoo n this is my story.
Most of you know me, many of you need me, and some of you have heard of me and probably a few of you hate me as well.
I accept all of you, I am not bothered by what you think of me. I am not bothered whether you consider me a boon for the society or a curse for the youth. Why? because I'm not human that's why. I do what I am supposed to do, I bring people together. Its none of my business what people do with this closeness, with this communication.
They say when two people communicate there intellect increases. So, those who travel a lot, meet many new people, are generally the most experienced ones. Guess what, I don't travel, but I do meet new people. Some of them are very regular, some are mere visitors, some of them have nothing else to do but to be online 24x7, some just created their id/password and never returned back.
I am sure you never thought that I could talk or I could reply, and you will definitely be surprised if I tell you that I am aware of the every communication that you do. I not only understand all your emoticons n audibles, rather your text as well. I learned a lot from you, I wonder if I have something which you can learn.
Like I said, I come across many people every day. I just want to share some of my common observations.
There are people who just want to chat as if they have nothing else to do, some just create new Avtars so that they can impress the opposite sex. I see a father n son talking to each other sitting in different countries. I do not see their dull faces but its visible in their words. I see a brother, trying to cheer up his sister. I see a sister wishing rakhi on a webcam. I see boys n girls flirting with each other. I see a grandmother giving blessings on a webcam. I see a couple having hot conversations on a webcam (ever wondered If I recorded that). I see a girlfriend making faces on her web cam for her boy friend. I see a boyfriend creating Hot looking Avtars for his girl friend. Oh yes! The Avtars. Don't you just love them. I see people use them to project their real self, sometimes their projected selves which they crave to be. Sometimes people create funny Avtars, and send it to friends just to tease each other.
You humans have so many relations, n I feel happy and proud to be a part of it.
I know a few naughty ones who create fake profiles, and talk to each other, pretending to be their recent crush, pretending to be their girlfriend or boyfriend. I doubt this prank ever hurt anyone. I hope not. Something done without any wrong intentions shall not have wrong consequences either.
I have to mention this part, (on authors recommendation) I also know of people who stay awake late at night, to study, to discuss, to argue, to learn, to send notes, to share e-books. I know of people who use doodle to teach each other. I wonder what happens to all their intellectual talks. In almost all cases the frequency of their discussion became zero in a jippy. I seriously have no idea where n why does all that discussion disappear all of a sudden.
That's all with the good stuff. But I see some strange behavior as well, some saddening conversation as well. It's then when I feel helpless. I wish I could delete people from your friend list who never reply to you. Whether its a 'Happy Birthday', a Cheerful 'Hey buddy', or a simple two letter 'Hi'. I wonder when one user is persistent in sending every small greeting to the other but the other just ignores it, why have they kept each other on their friend lists.
This is one story, another common scenario I observed is where one user visits the other's profile everyday. Opens his chat window, types some text, deletes it, types again just to delete it again. I noticed a few who open the chat window, go on typing words, painful words, they are painful that I figured out. They have to be painful, when they are full of :( :(( =((. Guess what, they didn't press an enter but pressed an escape. It happens the other way too, I get text full of joy smiles, dances, but even they are not sent. I see a person who just drags his mouse over the other's name again n again n again.
In this regard I have only one question, Why do you waste my time man?
There is another set of users, who wait till the other person comes online, just to use my stealth settings to be permanently invisible. You people are using me to play mind games with each other. Its always like this, some flirting conversation, some audio chats, some video chats, then some small fights, some sorry, some its ok, ultimately some aggressive conversation, full of bitter words, full of sarcastic statements, finally ending with either adding each other to ignore lists, blocking each other or setting each other to permanently invisible. You hate each other, right? Why dont you delete each other, you maintain each other on your lists, just to torture the other person or to torture yourself. I wish I could delete you from each others list.
I have a lot of questions, I only know what happens, but I do not know why.
Why do people stop replying? why do the smiles turn to frowns? Why do two users who once conversed regularly don't even ping each other for a small good morning.
I am a messenger and this is my story.
I feel proud to help friends stay connected, I feel proud to help make geographical distances seem like neighborhood, I feel proud to help new relations grow. I do feel sorry for the relations that end in my presence, for the friendships that no longer exist, for the desperation of people to talk, I really wish I could reply on their behalf. I could send messages on their behalf. May be that cud help save a dying relation, may be that could cheer a crying heart.
I feel blessed for not being able to feel your pain, but I regret missing the feeling of your smiles.
I am a messenger and this was my story...
Thank You for making me a part of your life...
Good Bye...
Take care...
Keep Smiling... :)
Monday, February 23, 2009
United States of Bihar
Hi, I am writing this post just to express my experience and feelings regarding the comments that I hear, the looks that I get, the understatements that I am exposed to for being a Bihari. Some of the statements may look offensive but they are not. Please, read along and feel free to drop any suggestion or comment that you feel is right.
I am just sharing my experience of past six years.
Well most of the readers know me pretty well. But, for those who are reading my blog for the first time,
Hi, I am Sandeep Jain, A Digamber Jain, From Patna(Bihar). And I do not know any language from Bihar thou I have that accent. That's the twist of the story.
I did my schooling & +2 from Patna Only. As long as I was in Patna, I never thought people would be so inconsiderate towards Biharis. When I got selected in BIT-NOIDA, there were many who were giving suggestions.
Dare to know what my relatives, neighbours n friends told me, rather warned me:
“Don't trust Delhites, they are mere exploiters.”
“Selfishness flows in their blood.”
“Beta Delhi me kisi par bharosa mat karna, Specially Punjabi logo par, unse zyada matlabi koi nai hota.”
I met my dearest friend and she said, "Stay away from Delhi Girls. They are heartless creatures. And you are too fragile to handle them. They will break you down"
This was the first time I saw a girl warning me against other girls.
I was amazed at what she was telling me, my reply was full of confidence, "Don't worry, you know me, right? I respect all of them but don't give a damn about them."
Well, I came to Delhi, with a lot of fear. Biharis are disrespected everywhere. They are objects of laughter. They are humiliated, ignored, tortured etc.
My first day of college, exposed me to my first ragging experience.
When I told the seniors I was from Patna, I got strange welcome, "Aao bhai Bihariyo ka hi college hai". I felt insulted, it felt as if it was a crime to belong to that state. Thou it took me a month to understand that my senior saw the fear in my eyes and was just trying to make me
comfortable.
Then within a month I got a hostel, Ganga Hostel in Laxmi Nagar, the landlord inquired me for the usual details. I got the same reaction, mentioning ‘Patna’. “Tum Bihar se ho? Par tum to Jain ho? Bihar me Jain bhi hote hain?”
I was confused, whether to laugh or be angry at his lack of awareness. He was putting me with two roommates one was a Jaat from Haryana, & other was a Punjabi from U.P. He also made me an offer, that if I ever wanted to shift he’d gladly put me with some fellow Biharis. Then I met my roommates, the Punjabi, Vijay Sir, was an year old CA. Would you like to guess his reaction? “Tum Bihari ho?(with eyes wide open) Magar tum to gore ho? Punjabi dikhte ho. Bihar me gore log bhi hote hai.”
My landlord was a truck driver who saved money and started this hostel, his un-awareness was acceptable. What bout the CA? It was this hostel where I learned that I belonged to U.S.B. United States of Bihar. I met people from Jharkhand, who were Proud to call themselves Non-Biharis rather than Jharkhandis. Did you forget that you were a part of us? It sounds more like an India-Pakistan division. It was in this hostel where I learned how to distinguish people with their surnames, their accent, their cast, their state.
It was then that I made up my mind to be a topper, to be the best. To make sure that my classmates will look upto me. And yes, I proudly say that I achieved my aim upto a great extent. My classmates shared a different opinion of Biharis, Biharis are extremely hard working, they are damn intelligent. The girls of my class, used to tell me that the Bihari boys have far more respect for women than the so called cultured Delhi people.
I never uttered a Maa-Behan while in Patna, and here these abuses were mere adjectives, the so called helping words. I met girls who abused their boy-friends as if they themselves had no respect for their own mom or sis, may be not even for them selves. I met girls who smoked more than any of their guy-friends. No offence, friends, but I found the so called Dilwalo ki Delhi, a city where selfish ones had outnumbered the generous ones.
It was during graduation that I made good friends, really good friends. My opinion about Delhi changed. I understood that it’s the either the orthodox community or the illiterate ones who actually think that “Every Bihari is just another rickshaw puller.” My friend Parag told me how his grandpa used to tell him how lucky he was to be born in Delhi and not in UP/Bihar. “Beta you will combat the world in a better way, because you are not a sentimental fool like the UP/Bihar people. Beta the people here won’t bother even if you were dying, as long as it helped their motives.” Wait a sec, that’s a new one, a Delhite telling me how to survive in Delhi. That’s the end of Graduation; I had many friends, many to respect me, my knowledge and none were bothered by me being a Bihari. I was proud to be from U.S.B.
Then came Post-Graduation, MCA from Delhi University. The most happening, energetic, high classed university in India. I’ll start with the ragging experience. It was Anuj Sir from final year. When I told him that I was from Patna, his reaction was normal. I felt like any other fresher. He then asked if I originally belonged to Bihar, I said, "No, our roots are in Rajasthan, we are Marwadi." Now was the shocker. “No need to be ashamed Sandeep, if you are from Bihar, say it. No need to lie.” I wonder why he thought that I was ashamed of it. He asked a question & I answered, it’s that simple.
This place, Delhi University, was supposed to be full of educated and modern people. Well, my opinion about Delhites changed once again. I met the educated lot who had problems with Biharis, who treated Biharis as inferior, who could not digest if a Bihari was better than them in any manner. I heard statements, “How can a Bihari be a Topper?” It reminds me of “How can a Slum dog be a Millionaire?”
I have a classmate, who himself is found begging for pennies most of the time, and is always the first to abuse Biharis. How can people be so literate and yet so uneducated?
For them, you are a Bihari, if you are poor, illiterate, if you look ugly, if you look dirty, or if you have a dark complexion, or if you don’t get good marks. You are a Bihari if you try to save money, if you cannot afford PVR, if you wear ordinary shirts & trousers. It doesn’t matter, if you actually are from Bihar or not. What matters is whether you have one or more of these characteristics. I used to think that girls are the only ones who look down to Biharis, I always thought guys can adjust with anyone, anywhere. But I have met people with vice versa nature.
I faced small incidents that I would like to share with you people.
I was proposed by a girl, who started ignoring me completely after knowing that I was from Bihar.
Once, some of my friends and I took out juniors for a small magi treat. It was me and one more friend left with around fifteen juniors. The rest backed out intentionally to make a fool out of us. My friend asked me to call other guys as this it will better if we had more wallets. I asked him to just chill and relax. Then came a statement banging on my ego.
“Abe Bihari kyon paise kharch kar raha hai” I know it wasn't to insult me but his tone was pinching. I was furious, had a simple reply “Bihari hoon, bhuka nanga nai. I can pay your share too so just enjoy the treat.”
One of my classmates gave her cash to me, and asked to manage the expenses of her birthday treat. While making the payments, when it was open to everyone that I was holding to her cash, was another statement dropped. Again it was the same friend as the previous one, “Tu to badi pagal hai, ek Bihari ko paise diye hai.” I am an extremely short tempered person and this was enough to make me loose my temper. I reacted then n there, “Agar Bihari hone ka matlab chor or baimaan hona hota hai, to main surat se Bihari hoon aur tu seerat se.”
Once I had a discussion with a co-passenger about the crime in Patna. I met him while coming from Kolkata. I said, “The politicians are the ones responsible for such under-development & crime. Patna is still better than Delhi as far as safety for women is concerned. Eve teasing and rape cases are negligible here compared to our National Capital.” I was shocked to hear his reply & I still don’t believe it. He said, “Bihar me mard honge tab to kuch karenge.” I had no other choice but to end the discussion then n there as it was pretty clear how broad minded he was. By the way that guy belonged to Kolkata and worked in some IT company in Gurgaon.
My sister did her internship from Delhi. Once one of her friends got sick so she asked her office senior(quiet an aged one) to help them out. She was persistent in using the words, "Uncle ji"
That "Uncle ji" replied, "Aap log aise hi baat karte hain, acha aap Bihar se ho isiliye aise baat karte ho". My sister had already complained me about this guy to be a pervert. She was bit upset on hearing his words, the way he spoke it was taunting. I told her next time reply, "Uncle, we are from Bihar that's why respect you. Otherwise even you know how your grandchildren treat their elders"
I agree that we have high poverty in Bihar, which in turn raises illiteracy and thus un-employment. Hence, a higher crime rate also. I never denied the truth.
We are under-developed not only because of the government. All of us are responsible, I even consider myself responsible because as soon as we get rich or educated, we leave the place. It is like we are putting Bihar to tremendous brain drain, as well as wealth drain.
For those who treat the word “Bihari” as a “Gaali” rather call it “Gaali number 1” You should watch your mouth before you utter a word. You never know, when you will be punished for your words. When you will be working under a Bihari, when you will pleading infornt of a Bihari IAS/IPS.
I would like to conclude by saying, that the Bihar you look down to was once called Magadh, ruled by Samrat Asoka. The city Patna, where I belong to, once called Patliputra, was the nation’s capital. I believe, with such a history and with the speed it is growing, One day I will proudly say that I belong to “United States of Bihar”
I am just sharing my experience of past six years.
Well most of the readers know me pretty well. But, for those who are reading my blog for the first time,
Hi, I am Sandeep Jain, A Digamber Jain, From Patna(Bihar). And I do not know any language from Bihar thou I have that accent. That's the twist of the story.
I did my schooling & +2 from Patna Only. As long as I was in Patna, I never thought people would be so inconsiderate towards Biharis. When I got selected in BIT-NOIDA, there were many who were giving suggestions.
Dare to know what my relatives, neighbours n friends told me, rather warned me:
“Don't trust Delhites, they are mere exploiters.”
“Selfishness flows in their blood.”
“Beta Delhi me kisi par bharosa mat karna, Specially Punjabi logo par, unse zyada matlabi koi nai hota.”
I met my dearest friend and she said, "Stay away from Delhi Girls. They are heartless creatures. And you are too fragile to handle them. They will break you down"
This was the first time I saw a girl warning me against other girls.
I was amazed at what she was telling me, my reply was full of confidence, "Don't worry, you know me, right? I respect all of them but don't give a damn about them."
Well, I came to Delhi, with a lot of fear. Biharis are disrespected everywhere. They are objects of laughter. They are humiliated, ignored, tortured etc.
My first day of college, exposed me to my first ragging experience.
When I told the seniors I was from Patna, I got strange welcome, "Aao bhai Bihariyo ka hi college hai". I felt insulted, it felt as if it was a crime to belong to that state. Thou it took me a month to understand that my senior saw the fear in my eyes and was just trying to make me
comfortable.
Then within a month I got a hostel, Ganga Hostel in Laxmi Nagar, the landlord inquired me for the usual details. I got the same reaction, mentioning ‘Patna’. “Tum Bihar se ho? Par tum to Jain ho? Bihar me Jain bhi hote hain?”
I was confused, whether to laugh or be angry at his lack of awareness. He was putting me with two roommates one was a Jaat from Haryana, & other was a Punjabi from U.P. He also made me an offer, that if I ever wanted to shift he’d gladly put me with some fellow Biharis. Then I met my roommates, the Punjabi, Vijay Sir, was an year old CA. Would you like to guess his reaction? “Tum Bihari ho?(with eyes wide open) Magar tum to gore ho? Punjabi dikhte ho. Bihar me gore log bhi hote hai.”
My landlord was a truck driver who saved money and started this hostel, his un-awareness was acceptable. What bout the CA? It was this hostel where I learned that I belonged to U.S.B. United States of Bihar. I met people from Jharkhand, who were Proud to call themselves Non-Biharis rather than Jharkhandis. Did you forget that you were a part of us? It sounds more like an India-Pakistan division. It was in this hostel where I learned how to distinguish people with their surnames, their accent, their cast, their state.
It was then that I made up my mind to be a topper, to be the best. To make sure that my classmates will look upto me. And yes, I proudly say that I achieved my aim upto a great extent. My classmates shared a different opinion of Biharis, Biharis are extremely hard working, they are damn intelligent. The girls of my class, used to tell me that the Bihari boys have far more respect for women than the so called cultured Delhi people.
I never uttered a Maa-Behan while in Patna, and here these abuses were mere adjectives, the so called helping words. I met girls who abused their boy-friends as if they themselves had no respect for their own mom or sis, may be not even for them selves. I met girls who smoked more than any of their guy-friends. No offence, friends, but I found the so called Dilwalo ki Delhi, a city where selfish ones had outnumbered the generous ones.
It was during graduation that I made good friends, really good friends. My opinion about Delhi changed. I understood that it’s the either the orthodox community or the illiterate ones who actually think that “Every Bihari is just another rickshaw puller.” My friend Parag told me how his grandpa used to tell him how lucky he was to be born in Delhi and not in UP/Bihar. “Beta you will combat the world in a better way, because you are not a sentimental fool like the UP/Bihar people. Beta the people here won’t bother even if you were dying, as long as it helped their motives.” Wait a sec, that’s a new one, a Delhite telling me how to survive in Delhi. That’s the end of Graduation; I had many friends, many to respect me, my knowledge and none were bothered by me being a Bihari. I was proud to be from U.S.B.
Then came Post-Graduation, MCA from Delhi University. The most happening, energetic, high classed university in India. I’ll start with the ragging experience. It was Anuj Sir from final year. When I told him that I was from Patna, his reaction was normal. I felt like any other fresher. He then asked if I originally belonged to Bihar, I said, "No, our roots are in Rajasthan, we are Marwadi." Now was the shocker. “No need to be ashamed Sandeep, if you are from Bihar, say it. No need to lie.” I wonder why he thought that I was ashamed of it. He asked a question & I answered, it’s that simple.
This place, Delhi University, was supposed to be full of educated and modern people. Well, my opinion about Delhites changed once again. I met the educated lot who had problems with Biharis, who treated Biharis as inferior, who could not digest if a Bihari was better than them in any manner. I heard statements, “How can a Bihari be a Topper?” It reminds me of “How can a Slum dog be a Millionaire?”
I have a classmate, who himself is found begging for pennies most of the time, and is always the first to abuse Biharis. How can people be so literate and yet so uneducated?
For them, you are a Bihari, if you are poor, illiterate, if you look ugly, if you look dirty, or if you have a dark complexion, or if you don’t get good marks. You are a Bihari if you try to save money, if you cannot afford PVR, if you wear ordinary shirts & trousers. It doesn’t matter, if you actually are from Bihar or not. What matters is whether you have one or more of these characteristics. I used to think that girls are the only ones who look down to Biharis, I always thought guys can adjust with anyone, anywhere. But I have met people with vice versa nature.
I faced small incidents that I would like to share with you people.
I was proposed by a girl, who started ignoring me completely after knowing that I was from Bihar.
Once, some of my friends and I took out juniors for a small magi treat. It was me and one more friend left with around fifteen juniors. The rest backed out intentionally to make a fool out of us. My friend asked me to call other guys as this it will better if we had more wallets. I asked him to just chill and relax. Then came a statement banging on my ego.
“Abe Bihari kyon paise kharch kar raha hai” I know it wasn't to insult me but his tone was pinching. I was furious, had a simple reply “Bihari hoon, bhuka nanga nai. I can pay your share too so just enjoy the treat.”
One of my classmates gave her cash to me, and asked to manage the expenses of her birthday treat. While making the payments, when it was open to everyone that I was holding to her cash, was another statement dropped. Again it was the same friend as the previous one, “Tu to badi pagal hai, ek Bihari ko paise diye hai.” I am an extremely short tempered person and this was enough to make me loose my temper. I reacted then n there, “Agar Bihari hone ka matlab chor or baimaan hona hota hai, to main surat se Bihari hoon aur tu seerat se.”
Once I had a discussion with a co-passenger about the crime in Patna. I met him while coming from Kolkata. I said, “The politicians are the ones responsible for such under-development & crime. Patna is still better than Delhi as far as safety for women is concerned. Eve teasing and rape cases are negligible here compared to our National Capital.” I was shocked to hear his reply & I still don’t believe it. He said, “Bihar me mard honge tab to kuch karenge.” I had no other choice but to end the discussion then n there as it was pretty clear how broad minded he was. By the way that guy belonged to Kolkata and worked in some IT company in Gurgaon.
My sister did her internship from Delhi. Once one of her friends got sick so she asked her office senior(quiet an aged one) to help them out. She was persistent in using the words, "Uncle ji"
That "Uncle ji" replied, "Aap log aise hi baat karte hain, acha aap Bihar se ho isiliye aise baat karte ho". My sister had already complained me about this guy to be a pervert. She was bit upset on hearing his words, the way he spoke it was taunting. I told her next time reply, "Uncle, we are from Bihar that's why respect you. Otherwise even you know how your grandchildren treat their elders"
I agree that we have high poverty in Bihar, which in turn raises illiteracy and thus un-employment. Hence, a higher crime rate also. I never denied the truth.
We are under-developed not only because of the government. All of us are responsible, I even consider myself responsible because as soon as we get rich or educated, we leave the place. It is like we are putting Bihar to tremendous brain drain, as well as wealth drain.
For those who treat the word “Bihari” as a “Gaali” rather call it “Gaali number 1” You should watch your mouth before you utter a word. You never know, when you will be punished for your words. When you will be working under a Bihari, when you will pleading infornt of a Bihari IAS/IPS.
I would like to conclude by saying, that the Bihar you look down to was once called Magadh, ruled by Samrat Asoka. The city Patna, where I belong to, once called Patliputra, was the nation’s capital. I believe, with such a history and with the speed it is growing, One day I will proudly say that I belong to “United States of Bihar”
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