Slum dog millionaire

Slum dog millionaire won 8 Oscar awards this year. All were looking happy and I was also extremely happy for my all time favorite A R Rehman winning 2 awards.

Apart from the Indians wining Oscar I couldn’t think that why this film has been glorified in such a way. What is the special in this movie that makes it great?

When I think of this movie I can only remember the negative image of India that was highlighted in this movie like poverty, slums, riots, beggars, cheated and looted tourists, crime, underworld, irresponsible and unprofessional Police men.

The only thing that all say positive about it is, this movie had shown the high class drama of emotion and struggle but I don’t feel that slum dog millionaire got more drama of emotions than ‘Tare Jamin Par’ or it has shown more story of struggle than ‘Lagaan’ but these movies (Tare Jamin Par and Lagaan) failed to get any Oscar award.

I think the real factor is foreigners love to see poor Indians, slums, riots, bloodshed, criminals and beggars and that’s why this film got such a amount of promotion and won 8 Oscars.

MY MBA EXAMINATION

I got admitted in Anamalai University around two years back for MBA courses, whereas I couldn’t attend the personal contact program which is mandatory in order to appear the exam and as a result I could not give the exams. Then my personal address got changed and I failed to receive any communication from Anamalai regarding the course though I had communicated to them regarding my address change and eventually forgot the course along with the course fee that I had paid to Anamalai University. In short I paid a heavy price for the MALAI of Anamalai but could not eat it.

My desire to have a MBA certificate forced me to again get enrolled for the MBA course but this time with a different institute i.e. NIBM. When I got admitted in this institute they told me to get enrolled as soon as possible so that I will be able to give my 1st semester examination in February. I agreed and thought that I will prepare for the exam by taking 15 days leave from office and will work hard to clear all the papers. Every thing went on according to the plan and I am currently on leave for the preparation of my exams.

On the very first day of my exam preparation I could only read 3 pages of one book and on the next day the same story happened. I understood that I am Chinmayananda not Vivekananda who used to remember a book by reading overnight. There are 6 subjects and each subject contains around 100 pages so with the pace of my study (3 pages a day) it will take approximately 8 months to cover all the subjects. So I am preparing to clear at least 2 papers this time and god knows whether……………

I have decided that in the rest of the papers I will write that I am a family man, I spend 12 hours in office (including he commuting time), 8 hours in sleep and rest 4 hours in ………… so I didn’t have time to study and I am completely on your mercy. Please give me some marks i.e. at least 10 or 15 so that the mark sheet will look like a mark sheet rather than MARK SHIT.

जो बीत गई सो बात गई (Jo Beet gayi so baat gayi)

जीवन में एक सितारा था
माना वह बेहद प्यारा था
वह डूब गया तो डूब गया
अंबर के आंगन को देखो
कितने इसके तारे टूटे
कितने इसके प्यारे छूटे
जो छूट गए फ़िर कहाँ मिले
पर बोलो टूटे तारों पर
कब अंबर शोक मनाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

जीवन में वह था एक कुसुम
थे उस पर नित्य निछावर तुम
वह सूख गया तो सूख गया
मधुबन की छाती को देखो
सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियाँ
मुरझाईं कितनी वल्लरियाँ
जो मुरझाईं फ़िर कहाँ खिलीं
पर बोलो सूखे फूलों पर
कब मधुबन शोर मचाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

जीवन में मधु का प्याला था
तुमने तन मन दे डाला था
वह टूट गया तो टूट गया
मदिरालय का आंगन देखो
कितने प्याले हिल जाते हैं
गिर मिट्टी में मिल जाते हैं
जो गिरते हैं कब उठते हैं
पर बोलो टूटे प्यालों पर
कब मदिरालय पछताता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

मृदु मिट्टी के बने हुए हैं
मधु घट फूटा ही करते हैं
लघु जीवन ले कर आए हैं
प्याले टूटा ही करते हैं
फ़िर भी मदिरालय के अन्दर
मधु के घट हैं,मधु प्याले हैं
जो मादकता के मारे हैं
वे मधु लूटा ही करते हैं
वह कच्चा पीने वाला है
जिसकी ममता घट प्यालों पर
जो सच्चे मधु से जला हुआ
कब रोता है चिल्लाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

— हरिवंशराय बच्चन

Three Mistakes of My Life

I read this novel ‘Three mistakes of my life’ some days ago. This novel was given to me by one of my friends after reading my blog (Four blunders of my life).

The main character of this novel is a businessman who commits suicide for the mistakes of his life. Below are three mistakes that were narrated by the writer.

1) First mistake – The man opened a shop in a mall with a huge expenditure. He took loan from many people for the same and the mall collapsed in the Gujarat earthquake.

I don’t know what kind of mistake the man did after opening a shop in a mall as earthquake is an accident rather than an incident. But according to the writer this was his first mistake.

2) Second mistake – He had sex with his best friend’s sister. Having sex with a friend’s sister is definitely a betrayal, especially when the friend trusts you a lot.

In the novel this is written that the girl was happy that she was eighteen and no more virgin. I could not understand that the physical relationship started due to the love between them or it was due to the girl’s willingness not to remain virgin anymore and she wanted to experience sex.

3) Third mistake – He didn’t take action in time when it was life or death matter of a boy. He was thinking about his own safety which resulted in the delayed action and the boy got injured.

Reading the first half of this novel is really a pain. In this part the hero of this novel sets up his business, starts math coaching etc. The second part is really interesting where the affair between the hero and his girlfriend (his friend’s sister) starts and results into a physical relationship. The girl also had a calculation of how many times and when they had sex. The most interesting part or paragraph of this novel is where the first sex between the girl and the man is narrated. I feel the writer should write some C grade books and I can guarantee that those will sell more than his all the novels.

The word ‘FUCK’ is most commonly used word in this novel and I think this word is used more than any other word (including a, is and the). The climax is also looks like a movie climax where three people fought with thirty rioters to protect a boy and this climax includes the burst of a LPG cylinder as well.

If you want to read this novel then my suggestion is please don’t purchase it rather look for a person who had already done this mistake and borrow it from him, because purchasing it is a wastage of money and also read it from the middle (i.e. second half).

My disastrous tour to Agra, Mathura and Vrindavan

I was on a tour to Agra, Mathura and Vrindavan yesterday. After Agra fort I went to see Taj Mahal. This was my second tour to Taj Mahal, the first wonder of the world. Despite of second time Taj looked as new as it looked at the first time. There is no language in this world, which can explain Taj’s beauty. For the first 30 minutes I was stunned and enjoyed Taj Mahal and my entire focus was to fill the beauty of Taj in my heart and eyes.

I saw the lines from Koran painted on the Taj Mahal which describes the judgment day of this world. After then I tried to recall the facts that claims that Taj Mahal was a Hindu temple one day called Tejo Mahalaya where people used to worship God Shiva named Tejolokeswar. I could verify some facts like 1) the trishul on the top on the Taj Mahal, 2) Lotus covering the dome but normally Muslim tombs bald, 3) the middle section of the top (which looks like a trishul) looks like a water pot, 4) the water pot coming from the roof in side the Taj Mahal just above the Mumtaj’s tomb, which normally happens in case of Shiva mandir and the pot is used to pour water or milk on the Shiva linga, 5) lotus on the entrance of the Taj Mahal.

I had seen a Pakistani movie Amir (If I am remembering the movie name correctly), in which a Pakistani claims in front of his American girl friend that they had built Taj Mahal. Here he referred the word “they” to Muslim community. Even Pakistanies claim that Taj belongs to them as they are Muslims. I don’t know whether Hindu built this structure or Muslims, but this is definitely the greatest creation of human civilization and I am happy it is built in India.

Despite of the all the beauty of Taj Mahal, when I realized some of the facts claiming that the Taj Mahal was originally a Hindu temple are somehow acceptable, it filled bitterness in my heart. Though I am not a concrete believer of God then also I am proud to be a Hindu, a religion which teaches that god is in everybody and everywhere. We should respect and love each and everyone. More than the human beings this religion even tells us to respect animals, trees, mountains, rivers (in short nature). Hinduism is a part of my identity. I filled in each and every form from my childhood my religion as a Hindu and I have my ego attached to my religion and my identity. When I saw some of the evidence of Taj Mahl being a Hindu temple it filled bitterness in my heart. I tried to convince myself that these facts are merely coincidence and tried to get out of Taj Mahal with a good mood to head towards my next destination Mathura.

I reached at Mathura near about 8 pm. I had heard a lot about the Mathura where Lord Krishna was born so there was a virtual picture in my mind regarding the Mathura temple. When I reached near Mathura temple, I felt like someone awakened me forcefully when guide told me that this is Krishna temple of Mathura. The temple in my village is bigger than that Krishna temple. The all I could see in the darkness was 3 big domes of a Muslim mosque and near the wall of the mosque there are two small temples of Lord Krishna. I prayed there with a heavy heart, not because that the temple was small but I heard that the mosque had been built by destroying the original Krishna temple. This time I was feeling like my ego has been raped and ruined. After prayer I headed towards the Banke Bihari temple of Vrindavan.

When I reached Vrindavan, guide showed me a half built temple claiming that this was a huge Krishna temple one day and Aurangzeb destroyed it due to it’s height as there was no mosque of that height. He built that mosque of Mathura using the red stones of this temple.

It was enough now. I was thinking of to shout that “Bring that bastard Aurangzeb to me. I want to rape him front of thousands of people. I will f*** him so hard that all the people will be able to listen when he will scream”. I was feeling helpless, ruined and exploited. My ego had been hampered by others so many times and in most of the cases it was either personal or due to my society or country. For the first time I was feeling angry and shame of being a Hindu. My heart was shouting revenge and revenge. But revenge against whom???? The people, who did this nonsense they all are dead now and the community or religion that they belonged to is a part of the identity of my own nation. The people exist now from that religion or community are my brothers and we all are son of one motherland. I was only feeling sad and helpless.

The only satisfactory story that I heard from the guide was the general of Aurangzeb couldn’t destroy Banke Bihari temple as he became blind before reaching to the temple. He donated a precious stone to Bandke Bihari to get back his sight. Banke Bihari is still wearing that stone on his chin.

This tour was a perfect disaster for me. I felt more anger and bitterness than pleasure. I hated others a lot than loved, which is the main preach of each and every religion. I pray to god to give me a magical box in which I will leave my brain next time, so that I will not be able to think whether this was a temple or tomb or a Mosque. The only thing I will do is I will enjoy the beauty of the structures and will pray to god with complete devotion in my heart rather than hate for others.

I WISH

I wish I will the CEO of a big company and employees of that company will stand up when I will pass by. I will spend time in meetings and only in meetings. I will have a beautiful secretary to take care rest of the work. But …………………

I wish I will have a bungalow with a big Jacuzzi. The Jacuzzi will be full of beautiful girls wearing bikini and I will spend hours in it. But ……….

I wish I will own the longest and costliest car of the city. When I will travel on the city streets with that car, people will look at my car once and at me twice with envy. But ………………..

I wish I will have an affair with the most beautiful actress of Hollywood and this affair will be discussed in all the newspapers of the world. The women will be jealous of the luck of that actress and men will be envy of me. But ……………

I wish I will spend one night in Paris and next night in lass Vegas spending money on women, wine and gamble. But …………………………

I wish I will live in the most powerful country. My county will have longest range of missile system, biggest fleet of most advanced fighter planes, sophisticated missile defence system, biggest fleet of advanced navy and most powerful army of this world. But ……………….

I wish I will live in a wealthy society where there will not have any hunger or starvation death, all will have a job, all will be treated equally against law, justice will be delivered to each and every section of the society. But ……………………

I wish I will live in the most secured society where there will not be any communal violence or terrorist attack. Law enforcement agencies will be most efficient in the world. But ………………….

I WISH………… BUT……………….

A letter to Death

Hi Death,

My warm regards to you. I am writing this letter to you to let you know my feeling for you. I know one day you will visit my place looking for me and will separate my soul from my body. My body will be lying like a log and people will cremate or will bury it.

I don’t know what will happen to my soul. I don’t know if my soul will remain as it is and will wait for the judgment day as described in Bible and Koran or it will take birth with a new identity and body as described in Gita but what all I know is Chinmaya will not exist in this world any more.

People are really afraid of you. They think that you are the culprit who take them away from there own people along with all the happiness that they are enjoying here. Though many people are not happy with there living standard, then also they don’t want to die and leave this world. It is not their fault; God has made this world so beautiful and given us conscience and emotion to enjoy this. People love to share their emotions with others. They love to see their son/daughter growing into a man/woman and hope to see the same for their grandson / grand daughter. They love their friends, family and relatives and never try to think, even in their dreams to get separated from them.

In my case the things are not different. I also love my family, friends and relatives. I love to get wet in the first rain of the season. I love to see my county’s economic and military power growing. I love my mistakes as they teach me the right way for my future.

I enjoy my life a lot. I enjoy the company of my friends. I enjoy when I play a game. I enjoy when I purchase some thing for my family members and they smile. I enjoy when I care for my near and dear ones. I enjoy when I fight for the things that I don’t have. I enjoy when I struggle in my life as there is no charm in life without struggle. I also enjoy thinking about the positive or negative points of my struggle when I succeed or fail.

I wish to see my children growing into man/woman and achieve the heights that I could not. I wish, I will be old one day and will sit beside the bonfire with my friends and will talk about everything (What ever will come to mind that time).

BUT Mr. Death, I like you also. I like you as I know you will give me relief from all the pains that this life gives me. I know you will give me the peace forever. After meeting you I will not think of my living standard. All the achievements will become irrelevant, that I have achieved in my life time (it may be negligible) but there will not be any need for those any more. I know you will give me relief from my meaningless life, where I lived like billions and billions of other creatures by eating, drinking, going toilet, sleeping and working to fill my stomach. People don’t know where and when I was born and will not care when I will die. The only difference will happen to this world when I will meet you is one human among crores will get reduced and this does not have any impact on any business of this world. My own people will cry for some day and then will become busy in their life.

I love to live and wish to die after being old but I am not afraid of you as well. Whenever you will come I will meet you with honor. I know nothing will stop due to my death. More than this I am curious that what will happen to me after my death. My soul will exist for the judgment day as described in Koran and Bible OR I will born again as described in Gita OR my existence will be perished as said by scientists. But in all the three cases the condition will not be worse so I hope we will meet in a very peaceful environment and also I don’t care about the timing.

I DON’T CARE even the system of God regarding punishing the souls for the wrong work done in the life time. I don’t know whether I will get punished in the hell for my wrong works and then will born again or I will wait for the judgment day for the punishment and till that time I will roam here and there freely. The second option looks better as I will not be visible and I can ………………………………………………….

Place of Sex in Ancient Indian Society

All the society in this world always talks about moral and character of the woman. It is a topic of debate that why always character or sex life of woman is a topic of discussion rather than man but today I don’t want to go into that argument.

Indian society has also monitored the character and sex life of woman very closely ever since it came to existence. I am not an exception among the crores and crores of people but certain theories and believe astonished me when I started thinking about the sex theories of ancient India.

In ancient India I don’t feel Indians ever took sex as a sensitive or bad topic as I can see the statues in the temples, (be it Konark or Khajoraho) which shows so many poses for sex. Temple is epicenter of any society where people of all sections visit to pray to god for peace of mind and there the statues of sex postures shake our conscious on the very first instance and force us to think about the thoughts of people of that time. Indian society always talked about a disciplined life with high moral and ethos then why they placed such statues which are more sensitive that today’s blue films in the temples. I feel they always respected sex as the root of life with moral and discipline attached to it. Sanity of a woman was dependant on her nature and character rather than with how many men she has slept. It may sound weird but true as per my analysis.

Always we consider character of a woman or man in respect to his/her sex life. If someone has more than one sex partner (sex partner other than his/her spouse) then he/she is considered to be characterless but I feel in ancient India there was some riders attached to it. I have an argument to prove my point of view i.e. Sapta Sati. There are seven women to whom Indian society considers to be real Sati (Woman with high moral and character) and they are Draupadi, Kunti, Tara, Mandodari and Ahalya (not Sita or Savitri). All five women had sex relation with more than one man then also they are considered as high on moral and character. These women may be mythological characters but the position given to them by Indians of that time reflects their thoughts and ideology. Now lets discuss about these women and what made them Sati.

These women may be mythological but are highly respected in the Indian society. They are attached to the feeling of crores of Indians, so I will not use words like sex and _ _ _ _ at the time discussing about them because it may hurt sentiments of others.

Draupadi – Draupadi had five husbands. She used to spend one year with each of her husband and gave birth to five sons from her husbands.

Kunti – Kunti gave birth to six sons and none of those were from her husband. She gave birth to Karna when she was unmarried.

Tara – I am bit confused due to lack of knowledge about Tara. I don’t know whether Tara was wife of Sugriba and then became wife of Bali forcefully and again became wife of Sugriba after death of Bali OR she was wife of Bali and became wife of Sugriba after his death. But one thing is sure she had more than one husband in her life time.

Mandodari – I am really sorry as don’t know what kind of incidents happened to this lady but I have heard that she became pregnant and gave birth to a girl after drinking the sperms of some sages which was collected by her husband (Ravana) as the tax (As sages did not have anything else to give to Revana as Tax) . Ravana told her not to touch the vessel where he kept the sperms of sages and lied to her that there is poison in it. Mandodari drank the contains of that vessel assuming it as poison as she wanted to commit suicide because of the characterless behavior of her husband and became pregnant (I don’t know which Ramayana produces this story i.e. Balmiki or Tulasi Das and I am not sure how a woman can became pregnant after drinking sperms).

Ahalya – The story of this lady is very very tragic among all the five Saties. She was married to a saint named Gautama but became mother of Bali and Sugrib after having physical relation with Indra and Surya respectively. Indra and Surya raped her by making themselves look like her husband. When Gautama came to know about this, he cursed her and converted her into a stone. She got freed from the curse by lord Ram after some years.

The above stories suggest that in ancient India character was not considered only basis of sex relationship. People considered Draupdi as sati despite of her five husbands and Kunti despite of her sons from six different people because all these happened due to demand of time and situation. People considered Tara as sati which gives us an idea that widow marriage was probably not seen as a wrong thing at that time. Story of Mandodari and Ahalya suggests us that even loss of character due to mistake or rape was not considered as worst as it is considered today.

Morning Shift

Yesterday I went to office early. I met my old friends there as I was also in morning shift two years back. There I found more craziness about the new company hiring benefits people. Though my friends don’t know B of US benefits then also they were very very excited. They think they might get a chance for any other process of that company. On each and every day I see frustrated and helpless people due to lack of opportunity within and outside the company in evening shift but in morning shift I saw real frustration and thirst for growth (Monetary and if possible by profile also). People see this company as a ray of hope as no company is hiring now a days in the era of market slow down and Obama.

I met there some of my friends who were really close to my heart but now it seems that our ways are leading us in different directions. They are busy in handling problems of their life and enjoying the good things that they have and case is not different for me also. Probably this is life where you meet so many people, you make friends, colleagues and relatives but ultimately we all live as individuals with our joy and sorrow and one day we die alone leaving the memories of us with others.

Vegetarian vs. Non-vegetarian

In a party one of my friends told that – those who are non-vegetarians are carnivorous. They kill other creatures to feed themselves. They are eating dead bodies. If others will kill them to feed themselves then probably they can feel the pain of the animals whom they are eating now.

What rubbish………Now it has been proved that even a plant has life. Aren’t vegetarians killing pants to feed themselves? Aren’t they killing crores of lactobacillus bacteria when they eat curd because curd will not be possible without these bacteria and many more……

One day when I will be old (if I will live till that time), germs will feed themselves on my body. I will fall ill and will die due to that. So I know the pain when someone kills you to feed himself. Now I am eating someone else’s dead body and after my death I may get cremated or buried then also I will be eaten up by plants or insects and bacteria. It is rule of nature.

We all should accept rule of nature. A cow can’t eat flesh and a lion can’t eat grass because nature has not created them to do so. We are created with a special character that we can eat both veg and non-veg (omnivorous). So eat both veg and non-veg, and enjoy… and if someone can’t then it is his/her personal life and personal choice but he/she shouldn’t give shitty comments when others do so.