Three and half years

Three and half years all it takes for a baby to tread with dreams in its eyes to embrace the world. It's hardly the end of a span of life where men and women have reached their elixir. Sadly so, the wonderful newspaper which has been a family of individuals exuding different spasm of emotions abruptly reached a dead end. It came as a rude shock for all of us who not only invested our everything but believed in our baby.
A decision of the company that weighed heavily on the team that fought till the end to prevent the closing of the newspaper. It was three years where we rejoiced, struggled to make the paper credible and tasted success. Bond were forget over the span of years and we've seen terrible times and believed in our success. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be as a resulted of vested interests and conspiracy. However, I believe that what goes around comes around and those who are playing the blame game will face their end. As a member of the team, I am patient and will cherish when that happens. Certainly, I cannot excuse these people.
It has been a great learning experience and whatever I have earned under the guidance of my mentor cannot be weighed in a few words. It was a matter of pride and honor to have learn so much from my mentor. I still can't come to terms with the closing of the newspaper and though, I received an offer from the sister company which I have accepted, I am considering to move into public relations or communication for a break before making a comeback to reporting. It will take a hell long time for wounds to heal.
I am positive to personally bounce back and it will take some time to be back on track. We survive on hope, promises and dream.


Friends, distance and growing apart

Distance is a drifter and as time grows, we grow apart from each other.
We have been together through thick time and lending support to each other.
How we wished that time will never evolve and we will be sitting, laughing over silly randomness.
That what are friends do.
They love the spirit of being together for years and yearns that the good times stays like still water.

It's a catch-22 like situation! It happen when one take life for granted as it's the law of nature for things to evolve! We need to move on! So many times, I've heard this oft-repeated and comforting phrase. Well! Most of my friends have started to move on, be it at the workplace or outside. The people I have spent wonderful times have decided to move on in different directions in life and I am feeling so b-o-r-e-d now. All of sudden, it feels like things is starting to fall apart. First at the work place. some of the best buddies have decided to move on and go to places in faraway distance and then, one hears that another friend is leaving to settle to HongKong. What a situation? It's like the bubble of togetherness start to burst. Well! ahem! ahem!
One of my best pal in Pune and Mumbai with whom I was spending a kind of 'dating'-pejorative is entirely mine on Gchat for almost two years has suddenly decided to shift back her base to Mumbai. It's been almost two years where we were looking forward to chat with each other..me rushing back home from work to pinge her. A tinge of sadness quite naturally since we become so used to each other. Like Hell, I promise Meghna that I shall meet her in Mumbai and perhaps, it's a sort of motivation she's giving me to go and embrace the world or the big city that never sleeps.
I can't help asking myself, so what's wrong? People are suddenly started to leave one place and move out. It's freaking sad crazy situation. Is it a prelude to some happening in one's life and perhaps, the time has ushered for me to consider moving to an entirely new place of wisdom, joy and happening. Perhaps, a new challenge is waiting to unfold itself. As they say, friends are the siblings we never had and it might be a sure sign for us to consider new stuffs and they may be opportunities that we need to grab. Who better than our close friends who are giving us the hint!
It's just that we get so used to friends in the first place and when they start moving out, we feel so much out of place and out of synch with each other. Will distance make us grow closer or we will drift apart? In the hum-drum of city life, we tend to be so full of ourselves that we can almost forget the friends with whom we laughed and cried together? Life is unfair, some would say. Hey, but that's the challenge and learn to grow with your friends, no matter how far you are from each other!!!!
Would love to hear your views.

He Suffered In Silence

He went through ordeal and tribulations in life.
He was abused time and time.
Yet, he suffered in silence.
It was a traumatic experience for him and his family.
They stood like rock-solid behind him, reminding him that ultimately truth will come out.
It was long struggle where he shouted on roof top declare his innocence.
He was just a pawn in the big political game.
His name was planted by his father's political rivals.
They finished both son and father.
He is an innocent being and at times, blindly trusting anybody that crossed his path.
He is a grown up yet a child inside.
Ever ready to help the strangest of the strangers who would come to him.
He is a soft-hearted fellow whose heart meltdown seeing people struggling to make both ends meet.
He believed in the goodness of the people around him.
It's another story that others left him in times of need.
Nah! That didn't stop him from being a good human being and a gem of a person.
He suffered in silence yet brave every struggle with gusto.
It is the story of a real life hero much beyond his reel life persona.
That's a real hero who is now resigned to his fate.
That should not stop him from being brave and facing the untoward circumstances.
Life is a struggle, Baba.
This has been his mantra as he walked the path of fire.
The story of a man who suffered in silence and yet emerged as victorious.
He conquered life biggest hurdled and emerged stronger as ever.

PS: The poem is dedicated to Sanjay Dutt who suffered in silence, faced the rough weather and storms in his life. A small mistake proved to be very expensive as he is being made a scapegoat. Let's hope that he emerges victorious as Baba always did.


Haunting Past

Revisiting the past regression of my life, I ponder on the deception, joy and blunders.
I wonder on what could have been and what I could have become?
Isn't it a fallacy of existence?
No matter how much one try to erase the dubious past, it haunts us.
We can't help feeling rattled and vulnerable over past events unfolding in front of us.
The feeling of helplessness and joyful moments disappearing out of thin air.
We are envious of the eureka moments, wishing that we shall re-visit the joyful past.
The laughs, friendship, first kiss and first love.
Alas! It's not meant to be.
Life is a step forward and not a backward step, we often tell ourselves.
We console ourselves with the move ahead mantra.
Is it the biggest life?
Then, what is our biggest truth in life?
The future that we have never seen and witnessed!
As human beings, we are imbibed with a fickle mind.
A mind that is an easy prey to constant jarring emotional fits.
Our truculent state of being deter us from looking at the new horizons, challenges and source of happiness.
We were born like that perhaps!
We tend to crib even at the source of joy.
We want ten fold joy, hundred fold happiness which borders on our limitless desires.
The past shall haunt us as our heart find solace in the time that was and not present times.


Decoding the myths by self-claimed Man-child

Man as species may have never evolved over time. It is a self-declaration on our unwillingness to grow up and it has been showcased by movies such as Wake Up Sid, Bachna ae Haseena and the more recent John Abraham-Chitrangada Singh's flick I, Me aur Main. The women must abhor meeting guys who lives in 'mamma's world' and refuse to shoulder responsibilities.
Well, the average babe meet me, your average Man-Child and contrary to popular misconception about the manchild, I am quite responsible and remember the names of all the beautiful chicks in town and of course, their phone numbers. Kidding babe! Hehheeh! I do not shirk my responsibility at work nor am I mama's boy. Yes, it's an altogether different story that mom wanna do stuffs for me and think that I am still kiddy. But, this is an area where I claim growth and it's irritating when mom think that I am a baby.
I'm trying to provide light to the babes in deciphering the man-child and from a logical stance, we are all a child since we were born from the womb of a woman. Whether the male breed find it hard to accept or not, the grim reality is that in all males, a certain dollop of feminity oozes owing it to our mother. Men are emotional, some choose to cry while the rest suppress the female trait within. We do crave for a women who will shower motherly care and affection as we cling to her. We need the support of the girl friend to whom we cling in times of distress and dire need.
The character in I ME aur MAIN is a child within and he has no qualm in showing his weaknesses. He is a professional but playful when it comes to emotion and often doesn't realize that he is ignoring his girl friend, superbly portrayed by the hot and sizzling Chitrangada Singh. John's character needs Chitra so much that after a day at work he goes to her. He never minds being chided by his lady love over what  call his laid-back attitude, lack of responsibility and playful ways. The man-child is harmless and often need the female support to comfort him in times of need. Perhaps, it's his own way of escaping the harsh realities of life. In his own way, he is not doing anything wrong as he take stuffs in a light manner. The man-child never grows up and his cool ways makes him a harmless creature.
There are several myths regarding the man-child. It's a very wrong assumption to say that the man-child is weak. For one, the man-child in me is not weak and I am not the type who will fight with people through emotional outburst to show my strength. I strongly believe that by remaining silent as an option in complex situation constitute a plus in my character. Add to that, I don't like to be pushed to extreme situation to my own stuffs and I am so happy delving in own space and do things at my own pace. It's not called a lack of initiatives in life but rather being who I am. The man-child in me loves being himself and this is something I shall not trade for anything in life. I do react in a very innocent and child like manner to stuffs as the rest of the world shall snigger at, he's such a child. Yes! I am a child at heart and why the fuck should I change to make the world happy. I need to love myself first before loving the whole world. So, you see the man-child is not a people-pleaser contract to the myths and hooplah that surround the man-child.
Yes! The man-child doesn't shy away to fall in love and it is wise to say that he falls in love because he needs the sexually-mature women to deal with his complexities and fear. In this kind of relationship, it is unfair to say that the women dominates him but rather it's the best bet for the woman as there are more chances of a relationship based on equality with a man-child. He didn't come in the world with the superiority complex and don't see the reason as to why, he will come with excess baggage in a relationship. At times, the woman may have the upper edge in the emotional spectrum of the relationship as the man-child is a clinger. Babe! Don't worry, Should you choose to live him, the man-child will find his way with the world. Trust me! He is not scared of the world and its multiple challenges and in more than one case, the man-child achieve greatness coz he's not blinded by ego and think freely, albeit, in the most creative and mad manner.
In a nut-shell: How do I arrive at a self-definition of the man-child? Certainly, it's not a cracker or rocket-science stuff but the man-child that I am is a very normal human being with weird ways of doing stuffs. He is not a commitment-phobic guy but rather someone who has a very beautiful and romantic side. I am owning up of being a man-child and hope that I remain one forever and ever. It doesn't disturb me when I say that I am like a 16-year-old. You know the beauty of being a teen inside? It's a man who carries no extra burden and doesn't take himself too seriously, stay forever young in mind, soul and spirit. He is a super sensitive guy who cares for his babe and who in turn expect her to give the extra attention to him like a child. But, certainly, not an attention-seeker. I have no qualm in shouting on the roof top to declare myself as a man-child. Why should I grow up?

Despite not-so-rave reviews, I catched up with I, ME aur HUM coz I could relate to the character played by John Abraham in his relationship with his love ladies, Chitrangada Singh and Prachi Desai. Sure, it's an average flick but it's decent and time-pass movie. For a quick review, John shed his he-man image and beautifully plays the man-child and he is so natural in this movie. Chitangada Singh in her hot, sexy avataar is a power house of talent and energy though playing this serious woman is not really her plate. Prachi is cute and acts well in an altogether chatter-box role. On the whole, I ME aur MAIN is what I would call a fully faltoo, unpretentious movie that will make you laugh, sit, relax and enjoy. A one time watch and I fully identify with Ishaan, played by John.

The Man-Child.


Of Movies, Coffee and Books

Its been a while I haven't posted on this space coz the other blog has been occupying my attention and gaze. It's easier to attract traffic on blogspot relative to my wordpress.com where I have to pull all strings together, rake up brain to devise strategies to attract stats and all. Worry not, I am alive, kicking and in a jolly good mood.
I wonder whether I'll be able to survive without gulping my regular cuppa coffee. As I wake up, the first thing I do is to walk my way to the kitchen to make my coffee which I gulp with a cigarette. On my way back towards office, I jump in the coffee shop and order my Capuccino and hang around for a good two hours. Try it out: Have coffee and read a good book or magazine. It's the perfect idea of relaxation before jumping to office.
I have been reading quite some good books and since the start of the year, I must have finished six to seven books and the only brownie point is a terrible book, 50 Shades of Grey. I took more than one month to read this badly written piece of crap and after it was over, I was too happy to shed it in some corner in the room. I wonder why the author E L James wrote the book and honestly speaking, what was she thinking! I wonder?! Heard that there are two more sequels to that. Certainly, I am not the least interested. Once bitten, twice shy.
Nevertheless, I thoroughly enjoyed reading R K Narayan Swami & Friends which is an amazing book and I wonder how he pull together small things and make it such a pleasurable read. I am almost over with Chetan Bhagat, What Young India which is a collection of small columns. It is not bad as CB raises important questions on corruption plaguing the country, youth and politics. However, I do have issues with some of his ideas and at times, he does go over the top and rush to conclusions. I prefer CB any tie with Two States and Five Point Someone which are his forte. Finally, I am gearing up to second part of Shiva's Triology, The Secrets of Naga and I am gung ho about the book. I simply love, Immortals of Meluha which was an amazing piece of creative work. I am also dying to read the mythology based Raavan, Asura. I have quite a few books, some I got from India last year while other books was left by a colleague and friend, Eva who is leaving for Nepal. There are tons of books lying in the office for us and we just wanna grab them. I am also waiting for the next opportunity to take Salman Rushdie's autobiography from my neighbour. Heard the book is a stunning page turner. I don't have any doubt. Anyday, Rushdie finds himself among my hot favorites.
It's been a while I haven't watched a movie at the theater. Just Imagine I missed Midnight's Children, Special 24 and so many which I intend to catch on DvD. I a gonna catch Kai Po Che at the theater on Monday and yes, I watched Sudhir Mishra's Inkar based on sexual harassment. Inkar boast of good performance by Arjun Ramphal and Chitrangada Singh who's a scorcher but also a power house of talent. Inkar is not bad as a movie and a honest attempt to bring to light sexual harrasment and how to draw the line between flirting and harassment. However, Mishra completely fucks up during the climax which I think is ridiculous. Not a bad outing, though.
Btw, I have a fetiche for pens and it's been long I haven't bought pens. I intend to buy as much pens to fill my pen casing. Also, visit my other blog on www.vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com and make sure you drop a nice word.
I shall cya.
Cheer N lotsa Love