Final Resolution 2009

2008 is has ended. The year has taught us many things in our personal as well as social life. 2009 The New Year is to be welcomed with all great thoughts, enthusiasm, new promises, new deadlines, and new lines of hope. When it comes to building something new what is needed is lot of discipline and attention to the newly laid down rule. This process of setting up the new deadline, new lines of hope in the initial days of a new year is generally known as Resolution.

Resolution according to me is Re-Solution to the existing problem. Re-Solution in the New Year is like waging a war with a charged up army, with its moral high all boosted up to kill its enemy. Re-Solution is the battle lead by a new commander young strong powerful with lots of hope strength and aspirations.

If we analyze this concept of resolution we find resolution as a tool of self improvisation, rebuilding, redeveloping an existing vision, a thought left behind, and a thought which is vital for our existence. We had so many resolutions in 2008, but we hardly or merely succeeded in finding the complete solution for them. But when we look back in 2008, we see ourselves in a much better position now, to take over, succeed, excel, outgrow with the resolution that we will have for 2009. Most of our resolutions are more or less common compared to the resolution in the past years. We all have put an effort all these years to kill over the evil and find the complete solution, our efforts to find the complete solution has surely multiplied, 2009 shall be the year of final blow and we shall all attain the desired.

Life swings as a pendulum between resolutions to resolutions every year. 2009 shall be year of getting off the magnetic field and stop the momentum of the evil around us. So let’s have a Re-solution and with the lubricant of effort end few of the recurring resolutions. We the people, the state wish no recurring incidence, experiences, exploitation, terrorism and yes Re-solution.

Wishing you all a Happy New Year 2009

- Nikhil ©

Thanks Amrita

I am traveling back to my office after almost a week’s time, and this bus journey is really pleasant it’s a late winter morning around 11 am. It was a recovering week for me; I was encircled in the sickness and had landed in beautiful experience of Loud in Life. An old couple thought me a loud lesson of being loud in life. The most unraveling journey of meeting her in ward no 11 (my first ever effort of writing love story). This journey was through the nothingness, boredom, idleness, and tasteless food, but episodes like Ward no 11, Loud in life really helped add spice and flavor to my life.

With few rounds at the hospital I realized the strict routine of sickness, which everyone has to surpass and with the age it’s an inevitable episode. In this time of complete physical rest my mind was optimally occupied with lovely thoughts and my empty had really turned into a workshop. I made my mind run over some issues that we often think but restrain from sharing. I made some effort to put my thoughts about lust, one night stand. I indulged into a lot of films the last week. I was never so religious about watching movies in theater and last week was almost like a limica book of records for me, in a week 2 movies. Gajani all I derived from the promotion of the movie was how to have a toned body in a year’s time. The movie is highly romantic/violent, it was better than any other movie of the times. Rab ne Bana Di Jodi; I actually cursed Rabji to put a thought in me to watch the movie. I am sorry Rabji.

The Sunday evening ended just rightly, Amrita really nursed me back to health, rejuvenated me from the abrasion and pain inflicted by Rab ne Bana Di Jodi. Amrita’s soothing effect was revitalizing. It was since a long time I wanted to watch “Tumhari Amrita”. The elegance of Shaban Azmi and passionate voice of Farooque Shaikh a perfect blend and a love story wow!!!!!! We are speechless when we are touched and I felt it to the core. My week ended with Amrita, from Tumhari Amrita she is now “Meri Amrita”.

- Nikhil ©

One Night Stand

I go mad

When I think of the night gone by

It all started with just a “Hi”

Bear tequila and Long island

Her lovely eyes took me high

Her attention and…… was on the fly

With her the waves came more

I realized I was off the shore

All the water rounded

With her I was surrounded

When I went near, I saw no fear

Her eyes had a shy and blink

With her I turned pink

And with passion we were one

Then came sun with a tender ray

I looked in her eyes and I asked her to stay

But for me & her it was just another day.

- Nikhil ©

Daddu Tum

As father as God

He is there with a nod

When I want him the most

He is at the utmost

I can reach him in pain

And lovely memories to regain

With his rage I am scattered

For him the report card mattered

He tells me stories

To keep away the worries

With his grey hair

He stands near

Just a shout

And he is always here......

- Nikhil ©

Lust

When I think of the instance

That we enjoy

My mind goes nuts

So many plans and actions we deployed

Morals and ethics all set off

Left with only you and I

The close we grow closer we need

Every part of the body needs touch indeed

The sweat, the heat, the action

Blemish and those heavenly wounds

In the night when your are not besides

I look at the wounds, touch and feel

The pleasure the Pain

And wish the exquisite episode happens again.........

- Nikhil ©

Loud in Life

I was silent

And gained nothing

Without speaking

Expected everything

The old companion was loud

Because deaf was the husband

And their noise

Created dismay

But they loudly thought me a lesson

You have to be loud

And publish the pain

Be open & thunderous

Of what you think

And people around

Would start noticing

The love the pain you hold within.

I saw this couple at the hospital today and heard clearly the random topic on which they both were speaking. They both loudly thought me a lesson of being Loud in Life, and helped me with a little strenght that i needed at that time.

- Nikhil ©

Theory 1 - Alternate Current & Direct Current AC & DC

I have put an effort of comparing human mortals with the electricity, strange fact is we are sometimes compared with what we have made or done in our life, and that completely leaves us a way to excel. Alternate current and Direct current I wish to put my understanding about these terms, which would help me facilitate to put through my thoughts. The meaning I share or express shall be different from its original context. Current or electricity as I understand is the source of energy. It's an energy which is in existence in an invisible form, still this invisible thing stands strong and powerful. At times it makes me think anything that's invisible has tremendous power and has the convenience to take control of our life. There are various invisible elements which mould our life and a few to name are God, Air, Unforeseen Force (Love), Fear, intuition, telepathy.

There are people who get inspired and influenced by a one time inspiration in there life, and there life moves with the acquired motivation. These are the people who signify the direct current, there inspiration stays intact and are not diverted. Few qualities that I would like to mention are these people won’t get affected by anything small and won’t be moved. They have a fixed amount of choice and tastes and they hardly venture into something new. But when people like these get affected it gets very difficult for them to regain normality, and they go into a major depression. I have come across very few people of these types. I would signify this with a diagram.

The mental frequency remains stagnant and is un-diverted the line marked as DC signifies the same.

I am happy to discuss other type of people because I am the part of it. People like me have an instant source of inspiration. The source of inspiration keeps on changing, like a powerful inspiration over shadowing the weaker one. There are always highs and lows in there life, they might feel happy for sometime and suddenly there is something which takes them off the world. People with creative nature are the most effected because the thought process runs so fast, they are unable to convey what they really feel, and what they really feel also keeps on changing from time to time. Uncertainty is the certain thing is there life. But all in all these people are very fun loving they just keep on moving from highs to lows and lows to high, thus making them highly social. People like me or for that matter people like us might fall in love for anything, and with anyone, because they don’t compare, they just have to love when they are in love. Trust me people have so much of power in them that they can convert a stupid into blog writer, also a poet to an extend. They find ways of conveying feelings to there loved ones but being shy species they use alternate method, can u please help me write my love on the paper. “Neat n Clean”

The following diagram signifies alternate current

Just as electricity is equally important, there are people around me who make my life complete with there DC (Direct Current) and AC (Alternate Current). Some people have the DC and can have impact on me up to 440 volts. And others with AC up to 100 volts but they can hit me almost four times in a day.

Be the highest voltage in my life and let it be alternate after every interval………..

- Nikhil ©

Journey within

When I look at you
I look in me
The journey that I do within me.

Mysteries of nature
And glare in your eyes
I find rain, wind, sun……in me.

The deeper I am
I realize
Those are just your lovely eyes

Deep blue
Vicious circle
In a Déjà vu I am encircled

With the time
Round and round
The more I saw the less I found

When I close my eyes
There is nothing to find
The glorious life just unwinds.

- Nikhil ©

Mr & Mrs. Fernandez

It was a normal day for me yesterday as aligned as daily routine. I spent most of my day in an around an agreement and also with my virtual friend. I felt a little bad when few or my words rendered the virtual unspoken, which the virtual disliked. Just as usual I do, I spinned to develop into a “SorryMan”. I tender my apologies to the virtual. I had spoken to a friend of mine and articulated my anxiety to learn jive, salsa, and I had an opportunity to be at this place at Bandra. This is an old East Indian Gymkhana, which gives a historic feel. We entered a big hall with lots of huge fans, they were swinging around as if inspecting everyone to be in high spirits. We occupied the table which would render handiness of a clear vision. We settled ourselves with the customary gulp of a beer. With the beer followed the traditional round of ham n cheese with chicken. I was a little skeptical about how; a dull looking place would suddenly turn into a fertile ground for breeding amateur and trained dancers.

After some time the karaoke started and an old gentleman started singing with his heavy voice “Come in my life” and he almost moved the audience to his voice. He created waves and I actually felt myself moving to it. There was a couple on the other end of the hall, quite calm and composed. I am always fascinated with faces and people who are composed and calm. When I see a calm person, there is a thunderous clatter in me which moves me. The couple sitting in the corner had caught my eye. I noticed them watching deep inside each other with no external elements affecting them. I just thought my vision would obstruct there journey within. This couple really gave me a hard-hitting time and I had to wrestle with myself of me being single, never was the retaliation so hard, but I was happy that it’s a symbol of change and I know for sure things will change. All these thoughts took me off the party hall in solitary, but suddenly people around started dancing. I was back from my own fairy land to the jovial existence around me. I saw the couple dancing; they started a bit late. I got attracted to them because they weren’t making any fantastic moves; they weren’t marking there presence to be noticed by people; they swiftly moved for each other; each move was so clam as if water flowing calmly through the silent phase, the lady spinned like small eddies spotted in a calmly flowing river. There was a synchronization which made them move, seemed two beautiful colors getting mixed and slowly spreading their arms to get engulfed in each other. My mind was filled with thousands of thoughts but this couple really pacified me, helped to be with myself, to be with myself and thinking nothing at all. The feeling of zeroes which I felt is inexpressible……..

I don’t know their name but still…………….. Thank you Mr & Mrs. Fernandez. Thanks you for giving me myself back for those lovely moments I shared with you.

- Nikhil ©

My Favorite Bomb blast....

My favorite bomb blast, I hope my children don’t have to write this essay in there school days. By the time I have children and the rate in which terrorists attacks are frequent, this situation will be evident. A state cannot assure security of life to its citizens, it shall change the operating pattern which makes it run. I think it's time to rethink about the democratic pattern that is followed in our country. I do not elect through my vote cast, a prime minister directly, I elect a person who in turn will elect someone else, which is vague and I don’t know who will manage my country. The recent scene of the open bribery episode in Lokhsabha immensely disgraceful. I completely distrust people who are ruling my country. Let a single mind work devoid of any pressures.

I think this a planned action to curb down the growing economy, if we see a few more of such incidences in the Asian region then my presumption would surely come true. My country is facing a lot of problems; it’s going through the financial crunch; people see job cuts, salary cuts and now the most disastrous situation is unsecured life. Even if a person tries to overcome such situations, terrorism would kill them. These blasts have blemished some new opportunities which might have helped the country grow financially. This is an attack on psychology of my country men, I had terriorst dreams for last two nights. The scale in which the thought has gone in planning these attacks is in a way to cripple the mental stiffness of my country. The attack is not only on Mumbai the financial capital of the country but is specifically made on the hub where the financial deals are finalized, the final place to attack and impede the growth. we would be But just as my fellow Mumbaikars including me are getting ready to get back to work tomorrow. “Terrorisms can never overcome hungry”

If anything more that can be implanted in a human body, the implantation of seed with terrorist thought. The enemy of my country has succeeded in implanting this seed.

I salute all the people who have lost there life in blast, pray and yell that let there blood not go in vain…..

- Nikhil ©

I dont know

I dont know, why i dont act,

I dont know, why i dont react.

I dont know, why i feel

I dont know, if you really feel

I dont know, why my heart pound

I dont know, does it really counts

I dont know, if its gods grace....

But i know, for sure its Progress.................................

DS: Some thing Charismatic happened when i was writing this blog and was about to post it, thats why a end like this.

- Nikhil ©

Marathi charolya ...

Marathi charolya ...
English font ....
Amhi ahot "small" kavitanche khupach "fond"… :-)

Mazya swapnanche viman..
Tichya ghara varun udale…
Ani tithe ghurutvakarshan vadhle ...
Mhanun te tithech padle....

Tine chorun pahave ase kadhi vatlech nahi,

pan aple vagnech abhalagat

tyani sahaj dokawnyasarkhe hote.

Tu jevha jevha
Abol
assthes na
Thevha thevha
tu mala sundar
disthe
ekhadya
chandrakorisarkhi

Mala athavte tuze
mazhya samor vavarna....
kadhi ujvya..
kadhi davya bajune odhni sawarne..

- Nikhil ©

The --- Virtual --- Unforeseen --- Force.

I am fascinated by the virtual world, the convenience; the happiness which is granted by it is awesome. My blogs are my mental impression which I had put in language of 01001001 and I really appreciate the people who understand this language, it needs that bit more. The virtual world of 01001001 helps me communicate well. Because here I can manipulate, master and manage myself well, and build a holistic picture of how I fancy. But I take no notice of the statement above made, if you portray your mental expression how can it be virtual.

I am certainly very happy from last few days in my virtual life. And I think my 1st blog (Unforeseen Force) is happening to me again, the force has lost its momentum for some time, and now has come back stiff and sturdy on me. This one is dedicated to that unforeseen force which forced me in to blog writing, Appreciation is the key to the most intricate situation and can trigger human emotion and actions in a Betterrest way. (Betterrest = Better than the Rest). There may be hardly some thing in the existing world around me; it might be in my favor or against me, but that doesn’t bother me much, as long as the provocation is alive in the virtual world, and that will keep me moving. The best thing of virtual world is a person is devoid of physical appearance or existence. I am in this virtual world with the device of virtual communication and can’t be there for a span of time. Yet being human has to get off it, but I am happy for the fact that I am virtually happy and shall stay so. Thank you……. The --- Virtual --- Unforeseen --- Force.

- Nikhil ©

Ek Doctor Ki Maut

Ek Doctor Ki Maut was one movie which holds 5 stars in my review comments. This movie portrait the classical governmental work structure which still persist in our country. The movie is based on a true story of a doctor who in his real life had committed suicide. In the movie Dr. Dipankar Roy (Pankaj Kapoor) is a physician who practices in a government hospital as a junior Dr. The only passion in his life was painstaking research at the cost of his personal life to discover a vaccine for leprosy. He avoids private practice just because this profession would offer him to go through variety of cases and leverage him with the expertise to research on the divine vaccine. Dr. Roy had set up his own laboratory including the caged lab animals to whom he treated like his children’s. Dr Roy toils away night after night. His wife Seema (Shabana Azmi) is a sublime character in the movie and she clearly understands what her husband is striving for. (I think her character had a temperamental shift and that exactly made her a normal person distinguishing her from being superficial) she at times had fight and craved for his attention. There is a lovely chemistry between them which I truly admire, the bonding between an ambitious person and a person who is completely in love with that person. Dr Roy’s efforts are supported by Dr. Kundu and Amulya (Irfan Khan). Amulya is a columnist who is keen on enlargements happening in the field of medication and human therapy, he is one point who acted as a direct interface between Dr Dipankar Roy’s and the medical world at large, he also updated Dr Roy with the worldly renew happening in the field of human medication.

Dr Roy after a lot of research publishes a paper to state his research. The news is broadcasted over the television and Dr Dipankar Roy’s as a junior Dr receives international recognition. His superiors including the head of health department restrain him from breaking the news, and as reward of aversion from senior’s and his fellow departmental colleagues Dr Roy is transferred to a remote village which is really messy and would permit him no time to research, but the experiment and research endured over unwarranted situations. Dr. Dipankar Roy is asked to report into his senior colleagues. Dr. Arijit Sen and Dr. Ramananda urge him to share his work, but that meeting is a pretentious way of humiliating the efforts of Dr Roy, after such incidence Dr Roy faces a mild heart attack and refuses to go to a hospital. There is a constant clash of ideologies and ill-fated bureaucracy and red tap-ism of the system. The movie almost comes to an end and you watch the despondent and helplessness of a Dr. There is a sudden turn to the movie when two people from a foreign land approach Dr Roy ask him to help there country in production of a dual edged vaccine, which while curing Leprosy would also effectively cure infertility in women.

But much as to my despair the story is based on a real life story of a Dr. Mukhopadhyay he was a pioneer researcher with great achievements, Dr. Mukhopadhyay committed suicide on 19th June, 1981. Dr. Mukhopadhyay was the first Indian to propagate the concept of a test tube baby though he made the test tube baby after 67 days on 3rd October on the same year when the 1st test tube baby was made on 25th July, 1978 by Dr. Patrick Steptoe and Dr. Edward named as Marie. The question that horrors me is who was the 1st in this experiment.

We think this profession is divine, godly, dignified and feel the holiness of helping the human society, but is it a real truth????? I think there is a dark, devilish world under the veal. My comments are completely based on the manipulative and tyranny structure every governmental system has, which is completely unavoidable.

- Nikhil ©

Dharavi (The Movie)

This gritty film by Sudhir Mishra offers a window into life in the titular Bombay slum. It's harrowing yet compelling, and though its focus is a depressing tale of defeat and loss, it somehow achieves a hopeful tone at its conclusion.
Rajkaran (Om Puri) is a cab-driver living in a tidy, one-room Dharavi shack with his mother (Anjana), his wife Kumud (Shabana Azmi), and their son. Rajkaran yearns for success in business and a better life; he is gathering funds to buy a small cloth-dying factory. When one of his partners pulls out unexpectedly, Rajkaran reluctantly accepts a loan from the local underworld boss Tiravi, whose goons are suspected to be behind any number of neighborhood beatings and murders. Now indebted to Tiravi, Rajkaran finds himself drawn into ever more shady dealings, to the despair of Kumud, whose brother dared to stand up to Tiravi's tyrrany and was murdered for it. Kumud finds solace in the peaceful company of her first husband Shankar, with whom she had parted ways years before, and who has returned to Dharavi helpless and partially paralyzed after suffering a stroke. On the verge of losing his livelihood and alienating his family, Rajkaran grows ever more desperate.
What is most fascinating about Dharavi is its slice-of-life look at Bombay's slums. In small but vivid details as well as in big-picture themes the film illuminates this world that is so different from my own. The slum neighborhood itself is like a village, where everyone is all up in everyone else's business - you cannot keep secrets, and you can't cross the thugs and heavies who rule over the place; there is violence almost daily. Kumud engages in a daily struggle with the local corrupt water-mongers; they illegally tap the municipal water supply - there are no official municipal services in Dharavi - but they won't let Kumud take more than one bucketful without a fight. But there's also a strong sense of community; women gather in the streets to make pappadums and gossip, and in the evenings, everyone gathers in a little alley movie theater to watch escapist movies starring the likes of Anil Kapoor and Madhuri Dixit. Rajkaran has romantic dreams in which he and Madhuri (who plays herself) roll around in mustard fields, he confiding his troubles to her, she confessing her love for him.
Rajkaran and Kumud live in a tiny one-room corrugated shack, reminiscent of the shantytown dwellings I saw in the South African film Tsotsi. But Kumud keeps it tidy and neat; there is a pretty little rug on the floor and potted plants on the sill, and other small comforts that can help preserve one's sanity and dignity when living in squalor. Kumud works in a small oppressive tailor shop, like the old sweatshops of the lower east side tenements in New York, working a sewing machine while sweat beads on her forehead. As hard as their life is, though, Kumud seems to manage it - early on, she questions why Rajkaran isn't satisfied, why he has to try to push for more - she doesn't seem, at least at this point in the movie, to share her husband's eagerness to get out of Dharavi. But while his ambition might be inspiring, it enrages him when his industrial dreams begin to crumble, and his rage drives away everyone around him. The message of the film is therefore a little ambiguous - should one just accept one's lot and leave well enough alone, or should one try to make something better for one's self and family? The film resolves this ambiguity for the best by allowing Rajkaran to emerge from his trials bruised and set back, but not defeated.

Life@

Life @

Life @ is something which galvanized me when I witnessed over a period of time, the inseparable relation that developed between technology and living mortals. How life has is technology driven, and is controlling our entire sum of existence. My cell phone is a party and a spectator to everything.I was always fascinated by this charismatic device called a cell phone. I was one of the chosen few who could administer the royalty and conveniences of communication which I can utilize irrespective of a time frame. It was a real short span of an acclaimed celebrity life, which I thoroughly enjoyed and cherish till date. I would receive calls from people, friends of people, professor’s family and associates, people would be real friendly despite being the fact I know them or not. But this was a short spell and just as good spell has to end it ended much before then expected. The up gradation happened soon I almost felt like a mummy.

I had this newly found love of a compact CD player which brought the same old short span of galvanized life; it was also like a glorious small stint in my life, as the time passed by I realized this fact that technology is so fast paced it leaves you with no option but to get an up gradation. I think this enhancement and such evolutionary nature of technology is forcing us to excel, upgrade, expand, surpass, advance, inflate, outdo, outclass.

- Nikhil ©

The Unforeseen Force

The Unforeseen Force

I wish to share the rationale, for me getting into blog writing. I work with one of these financial institutions and I am part of the legal team here. My team is comparatively very small and the extent of exploring the world within the team is exhausted or rather there is no issue of my interest. Being aware this fact of more exciting experience within the team I started venturing outside my team. I am a person who indulges in a learning curve always. One fine morning there was sudden rise in the gravitational pull of this unforeseen force and I was very much in its ambit and was engulfed this vicious field I was very much in the atmosphere of the unforeseen power.

Unforeseen force had the magic spell on me. I was never a time bound person very much unconscious of time and tide. But the spell was so sweet to be resisted that there was no retaliation from my end. Suddenly spell was so strong that I was forced to obey the timelines. My thought process was suddenly so vibrant that I started thinking of aspects which I could have never done. I started scribbling these thought and it’s a small scrap or may be an outcome of that splendid unforeseen force. At times the unforeseen power forces you to venture into various dimensions which are yet be explored within you.

Give way to unforeseen forces they might lead you to an unraveling journey.

- Nikhil ©