B.A Pass.

The title of the movie imaged my thoughts to a young B.A college student struggling with the demand and supply curves of economics and commercial mathematical problems of commerce to obtain the degree certificate in business administration. But the plots pours out to be totally contrasting. I wonder what connection did the title and movie actually had?

"Early lost of both parents does not seem to be an accident nor a death call, just seem to be a betrayal, who played the treachery, it remains a mystery", narrator begins the story with the line on an unfaithful dark day with his parents picture curved  with flowers infront. Mukesh is left orphaned along with his two teenage sisters, without complete degree, unemployed and struggling on burdened shoulders of his maternal aunt.

Aunt, having lost her strength to hang on with the burden, sends two sisters to "Home", a place where young girls without proper guardian are looked after. But instead, the girls soon come to realize the sort of activities going on there and  how mischievously the place was running and rather find unsafe to be there. Mukesh, desperately in need of money to rescue her sisters, finds no other path but enters into the world of male prostitution. He introduces himself into the sex industry with the help of the lady name "Sarika".

The poison of necessity and desperateness not only leads women into such paths but even men. Houses to houses, platform to platform, he knocks the door of rich wives with the fragrance of money flowing in the air, quenching their thirst of pleasure and taking back with him, his two to three hours hard earned action salary.

For sometime, everything runs smoothly and he finally decides to bring his sisters back.But the cruel game of betrayal once again plays with his life.His friend runs away with his money within a speck of seconds without his knowledge, having put his trust completely on him, only to realize later that the pot he was feeding on was actually feeding from him, playing with his innocence and he was now left with only a hollow well of pot, full of emptiness. He breaks off completely. In the mean time, he receives call from his sisters saying they are on their way to reach his place anytime. Buzz of confusion, fear, anger and sadness run through his head. In a state of such confusions and head spinning situation, he lands up killing "Sarika" . One after another, arrow of problems prick  him all over. Craziness crosses the limit, height of desperateness reaches its maximum and he finally sees nothing infront. He closes his eyes and lean forward to let himself fall, fall into the world, free of suffering, following the steps of his dead parents, he kills himself.

 Lust of sexual energy runs through in the beginning having to witness lustful scenes but the ending leaves the viewers with the thought of betrayal, struggle, and harsh realities of life one has to go through if the coin of our fate turns out to be rusted.

The Movie is adapted from the short story "Railway Aunty" written by Mohan Sikka who is a writer and artist based in NY, sketching mainly the social and familial relationships.

Rising of the new dawn

The alarm of the new morning rang, slowly, the darkness volatilized and clouds gathered to welcome the first sun of the  fresh month. Dim blue and gradually turning light and then bright, the cool breeze swirled all round the air decorating the day with kisses and hugs.

The buffaloes far away, sensed the air, recognized the breeze. Standing on their four legged upright position, they marched individually in search of green.

Completely drenched into the Disney land of dreams meeting people unknown and doing impossible, the social animals lie dead on the bed with air going in and out of the nose. The coolness and freshness does not seep in through the barrier of so called houses, buildings when the early morning sun ticks in. Heat of the fire afternoon, awaits for the moment to pull them tiger up.

Well, the time has come. A small ray of light pushes hard through the tiny hole between the cottony clouds. The clouds get the signal. As i wait and observe through the window of my hostel, the clouds shuffles away gradually, giving way to the first rays of the day light. Bright shining light glows in between and touches the land all over. Factory of green plants rooted down upright into the earth opens to get prepared for the photosynthesis, now that their source of meal has arrived. The ray of hope, source of living and promise of new beginning, the Rising of New Dawn.

A clear sky, bright blue, color of fresh, early bud, new beginning and new HOPE!!

I too had a love story: Ravinder Singh.

As i caught the interest of reading this particular book after being mentioned in Sir.PSN's blog, i finally got to flip pages of the debut novel written by Ravinder Singh.
The languages are simply simple and fun going through without having to hammer our head to understand certain parts. Everything is clear and free flowing.

As i reached the mid pages of the novel, the hormones of excitement and happiness starting jumping to its peak. But few questions started popping inside my mind.

Can Broadband really connect peoples heart to that extend??
Can the connection through network and websites bring soul mate together to such extend that they fall in love without having to see it in real?
Is voices enough to get attracted? What if the voice and the looks that we expected comes out to be completely different?
Are pictures that we see online, which might be edited,cropped, photo-shopped enough to say that the person is exactly like the one we wanted.
Can someones love life be just so perfect? Does soul mates really meet through coincidences and finally become one?
Can families be as supportive as it is described?

Ravin and Khushi is a soul mate who meets through Shaddi.com. Well, for all the questions that rose inside me, the answers are perfectly positive for this two love birds. Ravin's first love carries him dangling through the rope of euphoric and cloud nine paradise of romantic happiness. He enjoys every bit of his first talk with a girl for long hours, first time feeling of "missing you so much", first time saying "love you shonimoni" , first adrenalin "fight or fly" feeling of meeting a girl for the first time and seeping up the air of romance flowing all around him.

Ravin and Khushi apart, there are lots now in our generation where i guess people meet through online chats and network calls. At the beginning, the taste of love is really sweet just like for Ravin and Khushi but the sweetness subsides slowing or instantly when  finally deciding to meet for the first time, mostly due to disappointment of not being to the level of expectation. For most, it isn't as easy flowing as Ravin and Khushi.

That be the first part. On the second part, the perfectly perfect love birds also faces the cruel treachery of life. The perfectly positive answers that Ravin and Khushi gave for my questions was short lived. Just like most love stories, the ending started turning into tragedy. I somehow knew the girl in the story was going to encounter a cruel fate after reading the summary to the back of the book. I thought of "leukemia or lung cancer" . In any tragedy love stories, this two disease always struck my mind first. But Khushi meets a car accident instead. Marriage was around the corner and their engagement was just at their doorstep about to knock that instead the bride itself gets knocked off. The big curtain of happiness falls down and the world for both falls down completely. Among st many cab, why is it have to be the only cab in which Khushi was present? Why is it that severe damage has to struck exactly on the side where she was sitting?

Why is it so? is it so that the lovers are meant to be met only to be separated? Even Romeo and Juliet couldn't live together, surely they died together though. Has god planned it that way to remind us of impermanence? or is it so that only sad ending love stories cover the front page of every novel, movies and reached to the ears to people and happy ones are left untold.
LOVE came uninvited to Ravin and with Khushi's tragedy,  DEATH also didn't send him greetings before arriving. As i heard somewhere, both love and death comes uninvited.

Ravinder Singh pour out his love and tears for Khushi into the printed letters. An inspiring love story, yet disappointing end. The story would have been entirely a different taste if it wasn't for that truck or if Khushi hasn't chosen to be seated to the impact side. The science of network and website shaddi.com brought two hearts together but the advanced science technology of ventilator dependent lungs and stored blood couldn't keep them longer together. But surely did the thought of turning his love story into a book must have given a ray of hope. Though far away, Khushi will live with his book all along his generation and even after his death. Like every love story, his love story will also be cherished into the museum of love euphoric environment and Khushi will live with us, all of us, FOREVER.

Journey back all over again

Continued....

Having Peldon's last exam postponed, we were back to our own college, back to my hostel, back to the room. Early morning, i was back on my own couch. Super relaxed, i fell for a whole day nap after having a tiring journey. Till afternoon, the next day, i could sleep soundly. I woke up and the feeling of those supra orbital bones of both eye pulsating  had finally gone. It gave me sign, my eyes got more than enough rest but to freshen up a bit more i got in for a bath.

"It wasn't a restful day and the weariness of the journey hadn't subsided that suddenly I saw five more miscalls from Peldon after I was taking bath. I knew what she wanted to say…"

The particular line above from the previous post seem to have given a wrong idea or should i say confusing. My poor ability to express the things the way i want does not seem to be pouring out in that way. I have mentioned that, since Peldon's exam got postponed for two days or three, not being sure about the dates and the complicated situation of staying in hotel for another few days would be like 1000 kg burden for her, so we had decided to make a go and come back trip.
That was the last situation back then in Devangere.

Back in my hostel room and in my bathroom, i was in shower, rubbing off all my tiredness. :D . After the shower, when i checked my mobile, there were five miscalls from Peldon. Yeah! I knew, what she wanted to say. I called her back and she told me, " i got the call and my last exam is tomorrow", that!, was what she said and that!, was the answer i was expecting which indirectly meant we had to leave the night itself. Barely, did i sleep only once in my bed after coming back, i had to head the journey back again on for 8 hours to and 8 hours fro back again. I thought about the cool place, the park and the freshness there, and replied "ok Peldon, no worries, lets move". The next thought was about the long hours on the humping and bumping bus, my expression was like Phurba Thinley trying to squeeze out the constipation :P ( Yuck) .But the latter thought i  kept to myself.

That was it. The repeat telecast of  our journey then. We got dropped off to the bus station at 9 pm by our same friends, enter and rode on the same bus with same conductor and driver, reached there exactly at the same time as before, lodged on the same hotel and the same room. The story after that was Peldon finally completing her last exam and again humping and bumping back to Raichur the night itself.

That was one Hell of a journey to be remembered!!

The Next Day: Towards the park

Ghajini  did kill our time for atleast 3 hours. For another two hours,  Rahul Gandhi, Modi, BJP, Congress and Bollywood stars on election kept  me going on. Boredom reached its height.

‘Wai, lets go for an evening stroll through the park nearby, I saw it near to our hotel”, Peldon insisted after having her unfinished nap of the previous night when she was sorting out her practical notes inside her brain. I instantly got up as she just stole my thought.  Dust setting by, cool air on the way, end of tiring day, time for spacious moment with family is what the set of evening brings on.

Peldon had a one day break.  She would resume the next day with her next two exams. Meanwhile the day was free for her as well as for us to explore the new city. Till afternoon, we jailed our self inside the hotel due to the heat outside. By evening, the park cleansed our boredom.

A Big open space situated at the heart of the busy city, fenced neatly with the iron bars forming a giant rectangle. “Ice cream!!” , I stepped forward towards the man with a metal box, like a small child. With ice cream to keep our mouth busy, our legs rejoiced the walk after being stiff for whole day.

It was melting off fast, so i sucked it hard eventually...

There were weird eyes staring at three of us from all sides. It was unusual for the remote places like Devangere  in India to receive  fair, small eyes fellows like us. We gave  no shit and just moved on ignoring since it was nothing new to us. We entertained the situation many a times in our own place in Raichur.

Peldon started her pose and shots with Kinley taking on with camera. Her face slightly turned, lips as if to kiss someone, one leg slightly bend and crossed with other leg is what I assume to be her favorite pose. I could see a fat elephant standing dead towards the centre and two tigers facing one another into a battle field just behind the giant. Young ones  rode them fearlessly, laughing, smiling and playing while elders hold them from beside.  There were mothers holding the hands of their one year old child learning to walk, old parents happily holding onto their grandchildrens’  and couples sharing their moments to the fullest. A perfect family time and a place.

A sudden puff of thick smoke hovered above the tree nearby, followed the ear piercing , creaking sound of unknown creatures flying in the air above from tree to tree. Those weren’t  birds. Something else. I strained my eyes hard above and soon I noticed several ridges on the wings of the creature and the head was unusually large. BATS!! Oh yeah. It was bats. The smoke disturbed their day upside down nap. They were restlessly flying from one tree to another. I always thought bats always resided in dark habitats, in a cave or something cooped with least sun rays but we encounter many a times in Indian trees in town where bats just hung themselves under the tree branches. I never saw bats in Bhutan, so I excitedly admired their aerial features and enraptured them in my camera but it didn’t come clear due to their flying motion. 

BATS.

Definitely a BAT.

Peldon was still giving her pose in various scenery while Kinley was still her photographer. I was trying to gather wonderful moment pictures of the park, people , bats and children but soon I ran off with the battery and the excitement just melted.

Back to hotel. It was already dark then. We filled our night bellies with Hyderabad chicken, omelet and chicken biriyani. That was awesome dinner. At least for me, ate the girls share too that finally when I was back to hotel room, I felt like having a C-section and have removed whatever was inside. :D.

Morning of next day: I opened my eyes slowly for I heard the BANG twice. Peldon was dozing off with the book on her hand. The book loosened from her grip and fell on the table twice. Working hard!! Pitied her for she had to come so far to do an exam with all the expenses on her head. Nevertheless she had good friends like us….:P…

It took unusually long that day. Last time, she completed within 4 hours but  that day, four hours of waiting took a boring hell out of us. There was no nice place to roam nearby and the day heat was uncontrollably harsh, so no plate of option was left other than to wait on that hard steel chair.

She finally appeared with satisfied exam performance but she brought along a news  which was not worth lending ear to. Her last exam got postponed. What kind of board exam is that, anger ringed my ear hard. Postponing thing about exam wasn't new to us but  in the middle of the on going exam, was definitely an unpleasant news. All of us got confused. She had no idea when her exam would be then, probably two days later. But she was running out of money and staying in hotel for two more days would mean, no eating and no coming back to Raichur. We were helpless when it came to money matter. We lost into individual thoughts to sort out a way. Finally, we did. We decided to go back and come back again when exam date is fixed. I was quite reluctant at first due to the tiring journey on bus but as we say “friend in need is a friend in deed” and at that time, a supportive company was what she needed the most. Stress of  exam,  thoughts of expenses and burden of  travelling 8 hours to and fro, definitely her brain needed some peace and warm company.

The very next day, we drove back to our place in Raichur.

It wasn't a restful day and the weariness of the journey hadn't subsided that suddenly I saw five more miscalls from Peldon after I was taking bath. I knew what she wanted to say……

Note: I assume you all got why i took another few more days to update the second part. It is because of the call i got the last minute from Peldon....

To Devangere: An unexpected Journey.

For five days, I was out on an unexpected journey accompanying my friend. I only had my mobile facility through which I kept the update of new post by other bloggers and with my facebook. Well, with this five days stay at Devangere, I have collected few rays of my experiences which I want share. Let me make it into a story like form in a way to give a new taste to my blog. The journey is divided into parts since it will be very long otherwise to read in one go. Hope you guys enjoy it!!

It was 1.37 a.m. Setting inside the bus, the rumbling noise and the trembling motion. Half asleep, half awake, eyes dancing with pain of sleeplessness because, every time I closed my eyes, the sudden jerking off the seat whenever the bus passed on the bumper just knocked off the sleep. Sore butt having to be seated continuously for  5 hours then and had still four more hours. Kinley, next to my seat, her hair tidily made into a bun with few of her hair fringes dancing with the rush of air coming from the window. Both legs pulled up on the seat, folded completely, squeezed on the chair and battling hard to get some sleep. Beside me was, Sanketh, my local friend who was bus phobic, hated travelling through bus but he made an exception this time.  Peldon on the other hand, after 6 hours of anxiety, tension, and worries has finally fallen asleep.

5:45 p.m, 7 hours earlier, I was as usual, facing the laptop browsing through news feed. Dazz came inside my room pushing in the door hard and told me to call Peldon. I reached for my phone. 4 miscalls!! No wonder, it was from Peldon. I called back. It was Kinley from the other side. She told me, Peldon’s practical exam is confirmed and she has been placed in Devangere, 300km away from our place  and she has to move the night itself since the exam was to start  just the next day after tomorrow. Peldon called me again the next time. Her voice was shaking, sounded like, she was about to burst into tears anytime. She told me to get ready and pack the required things needed for five days. She was suddenly told by our professor about the exam  which made her panic with anxiety and worry. I was to accompany her along with Kinley. Sanketh came along with us being a protective shield. He told he will get us all settled up properly and will drive back the next night itself. Indians especially the auto drivers, get their nerves up when they see chinky, fair people like us and it is quite unsafe to travel to places in India if we haven’t been before.

At around 5:30 a.m the next day, the dawn had just broken, we smelled the morning freshness of Devangere. The streets were dead silent with no people, we made our way towards Chetana Hotel. We had the rooms reserved. Weary and tired, for four hours then, all of us lied flat on the bed.

Pizzatic omelet...Covered the whole plate.

Buzzing of people and honking sounds of vehicles outside became alive and woke me up. From the balcony of the hotel, I could see the road has finally become the mini Mumbai traffic, autos and cars trying to find way and bikes and scooters squeezing through the small spaces in between. Peldon came knocking inside our room and told us to get ready for we had to find the college where she was to do the exam and get familiar with the labs and equipments. We pushed in one plate of puri each in our belly and a tea. Then we caught an auto to drive us towards the college.

“Sanjeevene College of Paramedical Sciences”, the sign board read, hanged on the wall beside the door of the three storied building. We entered the wide open door, 2-3 dried flower pots were lined up below the window. In an opening, we came into a corridor and against each side was alternative doors with small name board attached above the doors reading “office room”, “Principal”, “Assistant” and finally "staff rooml”. Peldon went inside the Principals chamber while we waited outside. She looked pale when she came back. She said the principal seemed strict and she was worried she would have hard time during exam. She was told to meet the final year B.Sc Lab technology boy who was in the laboratory up in third floor. Just few steps away from the principal’s chamber was a small, cramped stairs leading to second and then third floor. The second floor was dead empty and the corridor seemed like, a white witch would pop out from the doors anytime. Third floor opened into a wide hall like room where chairs were placed and we could hear girls laughing and making noises. Suddenly, the noises seized. It was a classroom. A teacher had just entered the class. Overall, it took me back to my primary school arena and I felt humorously funny watching the grown up college students acting like children.

The one and the only Building.

1st floor

2nd floor. Do you see the white witch there??:P

Sanketh is bored terribly:3rd floor.

Just opposite to the class was the lab. Inside we went and met the final year boy. Peldon had her discussion about the exams, oriented through the equipments placed on the tables. One set of ESR stand, a centrifuge beside, small hot air oven and an analytical balance placed behind it. “Bavana”, a practical record book on the table read. I lifted up and was browsing through it. Soon, a big girl with papers on her hand came inside the lab with a huge smile on her face. She greeted us with gentle smile and introduced herself as being one of the student to do exam. She saw the book on my hand and took it away saying it was hers. Peldon instantly got close with her, asked her about the exams, made uncountable queries. They got acquainted quite well and she was glad she got a nice company. Finally we came outside and got into the auto. Peldon poked through the opening of  the  auto and said “ Bouna, bye, see you tomorrow”. “Bounap yaa, what’s bounap?”, I asked Peldon humorously. Kinley on the other hand, gave a sharp, ear pinching laugh who was sitting beside me. “ Its bouna, her name”. Suddenly I remembered the name on the practical book. “Zai, its  Ba-va-na, not bouna or bounap” I corrected and we drove off laughing out loud.We reached back to hotel. Our stomachs were already grumbling by then. There was a restaurant below. We went inside and got seated on to the family chamber. Mushroom fried rice for two girls, vegetable biriyani for Sanketh and I ordered for vegetable noodles. As we waited for the order to arrive, I could hear the whirling of the fan hanged above our head, children and wives shouting on the other table and an old hindi song was buzzing from old sound box attached on the corner somewhere.

There was no work then, all of us once again drenched into sleep. At 8:30, I went to drop Sanketh till bus station, got the ticket back to Raichur confirmed and came back to hotel where I saw Peldon busy with books and Kinley browsing her mobile lying on the bed. There was four days ahead of us. Peldon had her work to do. Kinley and me, had no idea, how we were going to kill the time.

My time pass in the hotel room. A door sized mirror infront.

Tomorrow at sharp 8 a.m, we reached at the examination centre, wished her luck and soon she disappeared into the lab. For 1 hour, two of us waited outside, talking about usual things. Next one hour, we strolled around the area, terrifying the people around seeing two chinky couple walking almost hand in hand together. I could read their expressions, the way they stared. We came back and waited for another one hour. Peldon came out with satisfying look and she was happy with her performance. Next day was a break for her, so to kill the few more hours of the day, girls insisted to go explore the shopping malls. On the way towards hotel, they saw jeans and shirts hanged on the shops and instantly, I could see excitement on their faces. After lunch, we went from shop to shop. Both of them caught an item each. I just gave a look on shirts but didn’t buy a thing.  We ate up almost all shops, one by one but reached back to hotel tired with only two items that two of them bought earlier. The day ended with few mushroom spring rolls for dinner and three bottles of water. It was one hell of a day, three more days lie ahead. 

Mushroom spring roll.

Second part of the Journey to be continued………..

Happiness....... Togetherness.......

Father, fist of the family bound by his strong love philosophy and clean heart, heads his family with radiation of  happiness shining from all sides. Supported by his other half, his wife guided by her own principles of running the family by keeping the mind and body of all members together nurtured with bubbles of love poured in hearts of all.
Placed on the palanquin garden of paradise, father and mother are considered gods by their four children. More of friends than siblings are how these childrens live by. A big joint family of in laws, chacha, chachi(paternal uncle and aunt) , mama, mami,(maternal uncle and aunt) family doctor, friends are all crumbled together in being love with the family where laughter and smiles guides the air inside  " Home" .
This is what we call "Hum saath saath hai"(togetherness).

The 1999 bollywood movie "hum saath saath hai" featuring various artist including Salman khan,Saif ali khan, Tabu, Karishma Kapoor, Sonali Bendre is one movie where there is no emotional family drama at all and all in all, from first to end, movie is an example of  how a  family bound with love and understanding can fight against all odds.

Respect for parents, elders , love, care and attention for children, between spouses, friends and all family members be it even a servant, is what keeps the Home "Home" and not just the rented "house". You enter a home and you start hearing laughter and smiles all around, even a stranger coming for the first time feels lighter in heart to evenly except the tea offer directly without having to hesitantly say "no, it's fine" 3 to 4 times finally to accept.
But this movie also shows how a small stain of negative thoughts against a family member will ruin the love and respect going on strong for so many years just within a second. It will effect not only two or three people, but all the members who had been interconnected emotionally to the family. This we can see in most of the Bhutanese families . Why do we see an old father sitting on a bus station public seat having said to be thrown out of house by son, daughter or in laws? Why do we hear the cases between siblings fighting for the lands and properties. Why do we encounter dozens of small  children roaming in streets with bare foot, teenagers drooled on with drugs?

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Hum 7 7 hai shows the answer of why. There will be handful of people pouring in negativity into our hearts, we would encounter situations or moments of despair, we might be hated by our loved ones , we might be discouraged, but as long as we trust each other and keep our mind clean without hatred, even an excavator like stone hard machine would thick twice before eyeing the house. Love cleanses all dirt in mind. Smile refreshes the mood and laughter brightens the dullness. That is how we will always be 'HUM SAATH SAATH HAI".