Hello World-a thought and a poem!

I know I have been playing truant.To that effect I am sorry.Blame it on the sessional exams,the MUNs,and being in the O.C. of a college event.
However,now I am back.With regular posts-and I know that’s a promise I have made often and broken more times in the past!
So as a comeback,I will write about what I have been thinking over the last few hours.Also,I have included in a small poem.Non-sensical mind you,but still very sensible.
Mind you,the thought and the poem have no connection and are essentially two different posts.But that would mean,opening a new tab for another post and selecting all the options.Say hello to my new trait-LAZINESS,
Cheers,
N

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What follows is a thought. Just that. Think about it. I am currently reading “The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari” and the book has set my mind on fire. It has further corroborated what I have believed all my life since I had the brains to think from; only believed because I never had the courage to really follow it completely. Isn’t it strange that all of us want to become similar things (rich, famous etc.) in life despite all being so very different people that we hardly can agree on any issue at all, ranging from the ill- effects of a mosquito-bite to the 123 Agreement? Isn’t it strange all of us recognize the importance of studying very hard whereas none the importance, or worse still, the pleasure of walking barefoot on dew-besotten grass? We are all so smitten with becoming what the world wants us to that we completely forget what we want ourselves to become. Life is so driven by an external remote that we completely forget about the steering wheel sitting plumb right in our own hands. Take control before it’s too late. We all have pasts and presents riddled with aspects that we wish rather wouldn’t be there. Stop. Do not wish. Act. Let them not be there. Let’s fill our minds with all things positive. Remove all negativity gradually and silently without telling it about its expatriation, so that it doesn’t make itself larger and more tempting than ever before, making our tough job still tougher. Let’s take “the road less travelled by”. It’s less easy and hence more rewarding.
Friends, I, for one, have started the process of stopping (albeit in a very small way)-doing what others expect and want me to.I dare you.Do the same.
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Animals At It

British, bow-tied
birds do it,
bees do it.
Even educated
fleas do it.

Soft and suave
snakes do it,
shrimps do it.
Proper party-going
chimps do it.

Center-parted
cats do it,
crocodiles do it.
Rich, reputable
frogs do it.

Gloriously gentle
swans do it,
hen do it.
And then the shrieking, cursing
men do it.

Truth?Or Lies?

One of my favorite ways to pass time is to go over to the TED app on my iPad and watch speech after speech.Today I stumbled across this speech by this courageous woman who fled from North Korea.This post however is not on her escape neither on the problems of North Korea.The first minute of her speech got me thinking about an entirely different topic.On how where we are brought up and what we read in our books or rather what is fed to us through them determines what we think about historical events or personalities.

Somehow I started thinking about Operation Bluestar.With two sentences, the lady had made me doubt my Political Science book. I don’t think that this incident was written in a blatantly pro-government, or pro-Indira Gandhi way in my textbook, but was it tilted towards supporting Indira Gandhi’s Operation? Did my textbook gloss over the torture and killings of the Sikhs? Have I learned about the political history of my country from a very biased point of view?

I remember reading how history is always written from the point of view of the victors. I have always been aware that the history of the same place, same incident, written by two different people or two different governments, will probably be very different. I have always known that the Pakistani textbooks talk about the Partition in a different way than the Indian textbooks. But this impersonal knowledge had never struck home. I had never made the connection that the things I studied in school, what I was taught, might be biased and inaccurate. What in the history of my country has been deliberately left out of the school textbooks and what deliberately written wrong? How much of the true happenings do I really know?
We’re all so used to hearing only about the good in Gandhiji and Nehru; when have we ever heard about the bad?

Isn’t it time we stop glossing over the uncomfortable truths of our history?

Why Does That Happen?

Found this short poem while going through my diary from last year.Sharing with you doesn’t hurt any,so here goes!
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Why Does That Happen?

From all the time to once a week,
From meetings to emails,
From calls to texts,
Why does that happen?

From so close to secretive,
From acceptance to accusations,
From forgiveness to bitterness,
Why does that happen?

From understanding to confusion,
From laughter to silence,
From sureness to jealousy,
Why does that happen?

From love to indifference,
From caring to convenience,
From best friends to acquaintances,
Why does that happen?

Blogversary!

Yes gentleladies and men-Nabadip’s Blog completes one year today!
(Couldn’t resist the signature greeting from my earlier posts!)

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If I say it feels good I would be understating the obvious!Looking back I have got countless memories.It’s been one great journey.This is the blog that gave me an identity,this is the blog that changed me to a better person,this is the blog which made me meet some wonderful people and this is the blog that never makes me feel alone!
A huge thank you to my 500 odd followers who drop by when I write nonsense to let me know what they think and most of the times surprise me by praising what I write!

I would like to share the links of blogs of the four people who encouraged me the most when I started off.I would not be writing this post today without your kind words at that time!
Thank You Kam,Amit,Habiba,Kriti!
Kam’s Lens
Personal Concerns
My Word Your Ear.com
Faces Places Paces

And this great friend who constantly encourages me to write more and aim higher!
She has around 10 blogs,but I guess one would serve it’s purpose!
Thank You Sharmistha!
Sharmistha Basu’s Poetry

Keep Reading,Keep Blogging:)
Cheers,
Nabadip

Quickies #9.

This Quickies is on an old lady I knew and had grown to be fond of.This is also the story of many women her age.
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Mrs G.
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Everybody thought she was ready to die. After all, she had outlived her entire family.Lost her only daughter, aged 17, tragically to meningitis decades ago. Her husband had passed away quite suddenly last year from a heart attack. What did she have to live for? But at 72,Mrs G had so many things left to do.

Never questioned her parents,cut her hair short, read an English novel,been told ‘I love you’ by her husband,stayed late in bed, chatted with a stranger, wrote a cheque, drove a car, touched snow, tasted meat, screamed out loud, visited another country, learnt French, questioned God.
Never enjoyed life.Never was loved.

She died last Friday. Nobody asked her if she was ready for it.

While I was at the Clinic!

It’s a two post Monday!
the first one is on something I was thinking about while I was in the clinic.(For my regular readers,who are wondering why would I be in a clinic for a mere case of measles,it’s because I stay in a hostel,and anyone who comes down with a contagious disease is treated as a social outcast!)
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The world is a sea of pretentions.Fools pretend to be intelligent,cheats pretend to be honest,foes pretend to be friends, and all of us go through such stress trying to be what we are not.We are so mindful of what others think of us that we forget what we think of ourselves.

But what I have learnt so far is that trying to please others is like trying to move a mountain.There are very few people who are really happy with one’s succes.Hence,I have acquired this care-a-damn attitude about what others think of me.I hate to pretend and always try to be my own self.It is difficult but once you acquire this ,it can be the most comforting and liberating attitude to have.I am still pretty popular because I am a fun character to be with.But I doubt how many of them will be around when bad times come upon me.

It’s easy to be the centre of attraction at the hostel mess table ,cracking jokes and sharp,witty one liners.What is difficult,is to find a person to talk to when you don’t have any joke to crack.It’s easy to gather “friends” for the party one throws,what is difficult is to find a friend who will listen and comfort you when you fail the exam.It’s easy to find people for company for a stroll in the garden,what is difficult is to find a friend to accompany you during a hard trip under a burning sun.And I realise that there will be times when I will have no wit to entertain anybody,when I would have failed in the test of life.It is in these times when a true friend is needed.And for this true friend,I would not need to pretend.The friend would not need me to be someone he /she desires,but would accept me for what I am..It is so very difficult to find such a person,but the best part is that to find him/her,you don’t need to pretend to be someone else.

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I am glad I found atleast one such friend!

HBD to me-The Year That Wasn’t!

And the 20th year of my life starts today!Going by average life expectancy I have lived more then one-fourth of my life!There have been ups and downs,but yes,life has been exciting.

Looking back over the last year,the one thing that gives me the greatest satisfaction and happiness is starting to blog!Easily the best thing to have happened.
Also,it has been the year in which I finished my schooling,given all the godforsaken entrance exams without committing suicide and then moved to Bhubaneswar for my college life!
India won the World Cup and I danced like,well,I think I danced like MJ,but people who saw me think it was more like a clown.That’s BIG!
Moving to the sad part,I have had to deal with moving apart from one person.Something that still hurts,but at the same time I guess happened for good!

Now for the year ahead.Looks good,looks very good!This is the time when things get interesting in college.Wish me luck people,for I am about to start my shaky twenties!With a smile,and yes friends who beat you up mercilessly on your birthday!
And also friends who forget about their exams and prepare the sweetest gift ever!

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Aside

One Fine Saturday Evening!

Sometimes you don’t know what’s happening with life until one fine evening you realize you have found a place you want to be in!Seven months into college life,I was doing everything any normal first year would do when he comes to a new place,outside the constant watch of his parents,for the first time in his life!Go for first day first shows,order tons of things you don’t need from the internet,bunk classes,sleep late and wake up later!Not saying it wasn’t fun!Still is.For example,after this is done I am off  to buy a new headphone,even though my old one works fine!

Thing is you know all that was dull when you compare that to a thing like what happened today!Which brings us to the question what exactly happened today?
Throw in two dozen excellent speakers in a classroom,the two present literary society co-ordinators and one loved ex-coordinator with a cool job and cooler shades,who found some time out to come back to the place that made him what he is and you know what happened today!’Kronicle’ is the literary society of KIIT University.Today being my first session.I had expected nice stuff,maybe even some ragging here and there.
When I came out,I had come to know among other people,a tribal boy studying here on scholarship,who might not know English properly,but has the courage to join Kronicle and stand up to make points albeit in broken english.The fact that you need not know the “gentlemen’s language” to be a good debater is something I realized when I saw him making his points slowly,yet so confidently!As Soumyajit,ex-coordinator of the society,put it during the session,debating is all about learning from the small qualities in each speaker and then trying to apply it the next time you go up to speak.Also coming to know seniors who take you on your face value and not on your year of seniority is a nice change.Most importantly I am now sure that I have actually ended up in a place where there is a  society I can call home for the next four years!

My Kronicle journey begins,and this deserved a blog post!
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What Is India?

Was in the main market zone of Bhubaneswar a few days ago.It goes by the name of Unit III.While waiting for some Papri Chaat ,saw these two ladies.Foreigners.They came up to the Papri Chaat stall and started taking photos.Of what?No,not the Papri Chaat being made,nor of the man making it,but the photo of the fact that he was making it all very near to an open drain.
“Oh dear lord,how unhygienic is that?”,said one.
“Well,that’s India for you!”,replied the other lady.
Something snapped.I generally don’t react much,but the way in which she said it,half mocking,half derogatory,it did things to me.
“Just to let you know Ma’am,we do not go to your countries and use rolls of camera reel on how sad the state of affairs is on public spending.Nor do we say,”That’s the West for you” when another share market collapse takes place or some young boy goes straddling into a school and kills hundreds of innocent children.Have a nice stay and bye!”

Made me wonder about what ‘India’ represents to the world on the other side of the picket fence. After all that deep thinking, this is what I figured-

To many,like these ladies,India is the opposite of hygiene and a synonym to unhealthy street food.

To many, India is synonymous to a rich and aromatic blend of spices that tease the senses to explore beyond the realm of imagination.

To some, India is beautiful tanned women clad in yards of silk and dresses fashioned on mind-blowing color palettes and materials.

To some, India is hand-woven Kashmir rugs that can be bought at high-end retail stores for an arm and a leg.

To some, India is over-achieving children and their ever-worried parents crowding their neighborhood schools, Kumon centers and spelling bees.

To some, India is sandal incense sticks and small wooden elephants found at local markets.

To some,India is about the song and dance routine of Bollywood.

To many India is nothing but Taj Mahal.

To some, India is elderly couples walking the streets of their town in traditional Indian clothing throughout the year pushing strollers or holding the tiny fingers of their grandchildren.

To some, India is the population that stole their jobs, the country that lit the firecracker leading to the unpardonable ‘outsourcing’ explosion that chopped off their paychecks.

To some more, India remains a distant dot on their planet that has no relevance in their everyday lives.

To me, India is home. With its power outages, ever-increasing traffic, no-end-in-sight corruption and bureaucracy to its fabulous colorful billboards, sensational shopping alleys, mouth-watering food,even if it is made near an open drain!
If we don’t have a problem with our home,I do not see why others should!