Monday, June 30, 2008

We must be accountable

When India and US are trying to put the ball in each other's court for the current global crisis of high food prices and oil pices , surprisingly me ,an Indian thinks that India is responsible ... but not as US shows us .. in a different perspective ..
The simple law of economics says as demand increases supply should increase and if supply wouldn't increase then demand has to go down .. Now as the crude oil price goes on increasing , our government is tryin to shield us from the high price by providing us subsidy .. this subsidy is allowing to keep the demand high and as the supply is not increasing the price is rising .. due to ths subsidy RBI is trying to compensate this by priniting more paper money and hence too much money runnning for not so high products . putting the infaltion bug-bear in full throttle ...
US says India and China are responsible for food price increase as they are consuming much more because of their growth .. i am unable to find any base on this argumnet .. but I would say as India is playing its part in global price increase through hoading .. in order to curb inflation government has banned the export of food grain and thus the artificial hoarding is making the global food price high ...
think about this as the oil price is high the OPEC and oil rich countries are not willing to drill more oil and are also doing the same thing what India is doing for food ..
Hence for the "invsible hand" of economics to come true and make everything as usual we should make our market complete free .. a "laissez-faire " approach .. which will make all of us to become more responsible for what we are spending ..and doing .. and not make responsible government for everything .. austerity hence is the call ....

Saturday, June 28, 2008

From Mumbai .. Day three

For last two days I hav been travelling through the second class compartment of Mumbai Local ...ansd have been thinking what's making these people not feeling irritated and what's making them going on and on ... Sum will say we dont complain because if we will complain who will feed our family ... But the real answer .. I have got today .. on day three ..
As always I got into the second class compartment by pushing every other on my way to Churchgate .. Suddenly jai hanumaan sound was heard . i didnt try to figure out where it was coming as it would be a foolish attempt to do so .. Everyone in the compartment was singing and praying .. KIRTAN was going on .. Jai jagadish hare .. then Jai Hanuman gyan gun sagar . followed . everyone singing praising the lord ..
Bhaktton janoo ke sankat khana mein dur karoon .. om swami jai jagadish hare ..
this alone was able to life my mood also ..I was feeling rejuvenated .. my glucose level in my blood became high ... and I was no longer feeling the same .. dull and irritated ...
and after 15 minutes kirtan , the prasad was distributed in the compartment .. noone knew anyone .. but everyone was saying please take the "bhog" and was waiving their palm above them so that others could take a bit .. everyone was there for evryone . even though noone was there for anyone ..
This may not be the daily scene at the compartment .. but isnt this can be the tonic for the whole week ahead ?
SALAAM BOMBAY ....

Friday, June 27, 2008

Copy Paste Thoughts

'Ill fares the land, to hastening ill a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay;
Princes and Lords may flourish, or may fade;
A breath can make them, as a breath has made;
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroyed can never be supplied.
:-
by Oliver Goldsmith

From Mumbai ...Day one ...

I am writing this blog from Mumbai .. On my only 2 days in Mumbai , I am quite fed-up with the hectic life .. the rush for local train and the traffic.... While I was standing in the train one thought came to me .. the thought why Mumbai is like Mumbai and as the population will keep on increasing what will happen to Mumbai . can it sustain or explode ..
The solution to this problem may be to create more Mumbai at every corner of India .. As the unemployment ,corrupt politicians and bureacracy grappple rest of India , many part of India remain in darker side .. people from those parts migrate to Mumbai for greene pastures and Mumbai suffers . it's the greatness of Mumbaikars to make every alien a Mumbaikar and shower Spirit Of Mumbai ...
But it's for the betterment of Mumbai and whole India , we should learn from the Mumbaikars ..... how to create a plenty of Mumbais all over India with the same spirit ,same coherence of One Indianness among multiple diversity ... The 8%-9% growth story shouldn't be confined .. it should reach Kalahandi , Royalseema and rest part of India ..

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Arise , awake and Run..

Every morning in Africa , a gazelle wakes up .It knows it must run faster than the faster lion or it will be killed
Every morning a lion wakes up .It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death
It does not matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle When the sun comes up ,you better start running

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

a missed oportunity .......

For me one of the blunders during my UCE was the missed oportunity to be a sincere part in the upliftment of Kirba ..
I would like to thank Mr Sanjaya Sathua and Mr Rupesh Tiwari to make me agree to go and teach in the evening at Kirba School .. Education is the only way for bringing the destitutes of society to main stream .. and if western Orissa is still far behind the main stream growth .. then it has to do mainly with their ignorance and superstition .. (It was the place where government has to set-up another hydro powerplant at chipilima after Hirakud just to show the people that generating electricity doesn't make the water unsuitable for use ) and all the conversion propaganda going at that place only justifies my statement ..
I should have devoted whole of my leisure time there .... for the education of Kirba village .. to show them the light of which none should be debarred ... and to make them part of "Ignited minds" of Kalam .......

Shaktimaaan and Kilbish

On my high-school days , one of the most succesfull serial on doordarshan was "Shaktimaaan" ..
Words like "Sorry Shaktimaan" and "andhera kayam rahe " was the buzz .. Every Satday morning there would be a tension surrmounting on me .. how not to miss today's Shaktimaan .. though the serial was being telecasted once again in tuesday night .. but the zeal of watching on Satday was much more ..
As for Tuesday's night show ... parents wouldn't allow to watch it ... But most important reason for watching on Satday was if u miss the show u are in the "Bhondu " side .. The person in our friend's circle who would miss Satday's show would listen from rest of the person and he was the "Bhondu" of the week ...
and everyone tried not to be in that side ...
But the main point was that .... Shaktimaan tought me lots of things which my Social studies and history book couldn't teach .. loving the mother nature and understanding the power within ourselves .. was the main theme .... and Kilbish still remains for me the dark... the harbinger of dooms' day ....
Though revolving round and round like Shakrimaan resulted in lots of suicide cases at that time and which were the matter of hot disussion in our parliament also .. but for me my halcyon days were really blessed with a perfect role-model like Shaktimaan ... which I feel the age of computer games surely misses ... (not sure if the repeat episodes of Shaktimaan will bring same amount of enthusiasms among teenagers now ..)
But if MunnaBhai can rekindle Gandhigiri then why cann't the Shaktimaaan ..........

Monday, June 23, 2008

The great ground of Zilla school balasore

This paragraph is wholly for the "The great ground of Zilla school Balasore " ... It is the field where Papu,Dipu, Papu(mota) , Pupan, Chandan ,Babai ,Sumit ,Nana , Suhas ,Jaga ,Tirtha, Tita and me spent their teenage .. discussing with oursleves about all the beautiful girls of Balasore ... The discussion would start about a girl .. would go on and on bringing on more and more crushes and true loves in to that ..we never knew which god was there in the temple e behind the wall of the ground , but if he would have listened to us then we all are really doomed to hell .... then we would start discussing about biology , chemistry mathematics and as the sun starts setting we would stat seeing our future .... sum in cuttack medical ..sum in burla engineering .. sum in AIIMS .. sum in NIT rourkela and some in smoking and smoking and smoking ... and the evening will come . we would take our cycles and then wil go on the street shouting slang at each other and would reach at "ADM chhak puchuka " ... then everyone to their home and with a wish that tomorrow will never die ....

Missing Marchapada ...........

All my friends , in schools , colleges and colleagues in my both companies do know that I am a person from balosore or puri (depending upon when u met me ) .. but really my village is Marchapada .. a small place in JagatSinghpur where habitat means 8-9 houses with lots of paddy field .. and our joint family was one of the powerful family (that's what I think) .. The thoughts of long green paddy fields , with neverending grennery and in between them a pond .. near the pond a small Bapu sitting silently to catch a fish .. thoughts of little droplets of dew falling on the grasses and pinching my ass (we didnt have toilets ) ....

But the village is no more .. Though 1999 cyclone did have a catastrophic effect on my village .. but I think more subtle reason was me ...
We stopped visiting my village after 1999 ... Lots of youngsters left the village after that for job search .. they abandoned agriculture .. green fileds started to become gray ... and slowly and silently the urabanisation started to take its toll ..every one started to dream big but in wrong direction .. pollution started to enter not only in the atmosphere but also in the hearts . people started to look each other in doubt ... all the love that was there vanished .. money-minded people became meaner and meaner .. and earlier which single pond used to supply fish and water for 30 joint families .. now became the matter of dispute between 3-4 nucleus families .....

And I started to hide my nativity not from the world but from myself and my village which required me .. was going away from me .. astranged .....
Hey Manish ... where are u from ? I am from India .. from Bangalore ... (not Marchapada not even Orissa .... )

Sunday, June 22, 2008

one imagination ......

One Monday morning .. I was walking on the roads of Kolkata to my office .. my shoe was polished with cherry black .. and it was really black . while walking I was looking at my shoes and telling myself I have the perfect black , neat shoe today and no other thing can be perfectly black ..
On my way to office there comes a square .. which was being repaired at that time ... hence one part of that road was blocked and vehicles were going on the other part .. So I decided to walk on the side which was being repaired , so that less traffic I have to face . Suddenly at that time I looked again at my shoes and found my shoe is not looking perfectly black anymore as the side on which I was walking was relayed and new black tars(pichu) was rolled over it .
My feeling of having the perfectly black colour that day was gone .. I was nomore the owner of the perfect thing ... The thing for which I felt proud was lost in no time .....

keep smiling
manish

Tale of two muslims ..

As soon as the news chaneel flood themselves with the breaking news of wounded , marooned hapless victims and their near and dear ones .. after a bomb blast .. I devlop a desiderata for the contempt of a particular community ... i try to look in suspicious view to the whole commumnity .. but let me describe you two short paragraphs that may change my thought process ...
Last year in hyderabad .. I was travelling in a auto ..due to rush and traffic jam I asked the auto-driver about the significance of number 786 as he was a muslim .. and to my unexpected surprise he started his saying like " 786 in Muslim is quite simmilaar to OM in Hindu ." and then he gave me a vivid description about the significance of OM (not 786) which even I didn't knew .. he told me how OM can make me feel closer to the god .. how it can bring purification and sanguinity within oneself ... and then he related everything to 786 .. Here one muslim describing and teaching me Hinduism ... one of the greatest pillar of Indian culture , secularism (not pseudo-secularism as in politics ) ... This is what we call Indian diversity ...
The second story goes on .. In the evening whole of the Hyderabad was in red alert .. because there was twin bomb-blast in hyderabad(Lumbini and Gokul) ... and in that dreadful night I was on my on way to office at 11 for my night shift in a cab which was driven by a muslim driver .. when every other person will be looking at this particaulr community for all the bombblasts .. I was in the safe hand of a MUSLIM..
still do I need to fill in my heart a certain amount of hate ,contemt for my brothers .. my fellow Indians ..

For Murali Sir , Braja Sir , Giri Sir ,Damodar sir and thakur ankul chandra..............

While I was reading Kalam's "Wings of Fire" and I was reading names of the his teachers and mentors ... At that time thoughts of my school teachers came into my mind ...
How can I forget Mr Muralidhar nayak .... The man who has allround competency ... I can not remeber a single subject he didnot have a touch .. he could make u understand mathematics .. could teach you english ... can give SARALARTHA FOR ORIYA paragraphs , can write excellent debates for me .... The man behind me during the period of 5th class to 7th class ..As a small town boy , we generally are meant to pursue and think what our teachers and parents used to think . and I am thankful because I found excellent ones ... with excellent vision for me .. I do remeber when he comes to our house , my Maa used to give him four rasgoolas on a plate and I used to think only four rasgoolas for so many knowledge ..
Braja sir ,Giri Sir and Damodar Sir ... men who were the true winners of all orissa fourth rank in 1999 ..it's because of their continous devotion for the upliftment of me that I achieved that little milestone ... My highschool days revolved around these three persons ...
and some comic moments
Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge was realeased and was a great hit .. In Braja sir's tuition I was unable to solve a problem and he asked me before giving me a cane-hit "Have you seen the towel going down from the top of heroine (as in Mere khaboon mein jo aayee ) " I still remeber his words whenever I see a bollywood heroine with a towel dancing ....
Giri sir's tuiton class of English was really funfull ... I had my great childhood friends Gouri , Chandan , Jaga ,Bibhu and Boda .. there .. a great place to learn English .. It' because of his classes I sometimes find myself not so week in VA problem (bit optimistic and verbose here) ...
and Damodar Sir ,great Brahmin .. who taught me sanskrit ... the language of God .. When he used to recite the sanskrit poem .. it was like some divine person reciting the slokas ...

And you all might be waiting to see what Thakur Ankul chandra is doing ?? I am still not a devotee of him .. But one of my sir in high-school was the greates devotee of Ankul chanda .. and I donot remeber his name (I know .. Not a great act) .. he used to say me the teachings of Thakur and make me feel the secularism of Indian diversity while I was reading about Arya Samaj in my history book ..

Cynics of you can ask me why only four teachers name .. Is it because you were taking tuiton classes with them for which you got good academic result ... I would say .. for a small town boy . who knew nothing about politics of expressing his thoughts openly and clearly .. the above names keep coming in my mind .. there are so many people , so many teachers , so many freinds who were part of me .. were the gretaest teachers of all time .. and it would take for me a while to mention their name to recollect them .. I feel myself the most fortunate one to be under the able guidance of these people and SALUTE TO ALL OF them ...

IT's because of these teahcers I have come here ...and can dare to see ..

For Neil ... for a person who is making me smile ..


Neil ... You know tears rolling down from my eyes now ... I have never known that even a single act of me being watched by someone else ..from today onwards I have got one more reason to love , to live , and celebrate humanity ... I am nowhere near the "Role Model" tag assigned by you ... I am just a simple man trying to learn while travelling the jourenys of my life .. still fighting with the darker side .. But now on I have one more divine force with me .. your wishes ...Your act of this thanksgiving will definitely achieve its result .. I promise you I will always try to be atleast 1% of what you have written about me ..
Neil .. Thank you very much .. sincerely speaking I don't remember the day when you were introduced with me ..but todat 22nd June 2008 is the day when I am being introduced to you .. I am really indebted for all the good things you have seen about me and for me that's the most divine thing .... God never comes he takes a role in some form or the other to let you know ... and today NEIL is the form for me
YOU HAVE MADE MY DAY ..... A SMILE ON MY FACE SINCERELY WISHES YOU TO KEEP SMILING AND KEEP ROCKING .. Wish you all the best and may you attain the ultimate goal of your life ...

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Here comes the second ....

How can I miss my younger sister ...One of the great things .. my parents have showered upon me ...
I still remember the day .. My mother was admitted in the hospital ... my father was going to hospital .. I said to him on te way .. i need one kapu to play with me ... (my nickname bapu).. so when my sis born i started calling her kapu .. then time flies ..
we have shared everything .... a perfect freind ...
one fine memory was sometime in balasore . one fine evening .. my father has brought home some samosas .. i needed some sauce ...(homemade tomato sauce) by my mother ... i opened the freeze and suddenly the light was gone .. and the bottle slipped from my hand .. the bottle was broken .. and my sis took all the blame ..as mom thought she was the culprit and was beaten black and blue .. still she didnt uttered a single word .. didnt revealed my name .. thank u my sweet little sis ..
after i came to burla to pursuit my engineering .. i am unable to giv her proper time ... we both really are spending really very little time together .. and i hope i can change that .. please forgive me ..
sis .. u rock .. and thanks for sweetest to me .....

manish

My first blog

Hello , to all ....

This is my first blog .. and I would definitely like to take this opportunity to mention all the brilliant persons who have made me stand where I belong ...

My Parents .....

My mother .... I hav always thought what will be the best possible way to make my country India the best place to live in .. one day I came to the conclusion ... that life of my mother the perfect embodiment of love and dedication is the way forward . Country grows in the deep warmth of our mothers .If a mother is educated , she takes the perfect care of her family , her husband and of course her children . I am really fortunate to have her , she has the perfect education , both academic and non-academic , vernacular and royal britsh .... she could foresee the future .... the future of India , it's people and made me realise the same ... And I can proudly say she is the mother India .. I can write more as a child feels for a mom .. but I will write only one line ..
Maa .. I love you and I am of no value without you ... Please be with me through all the thicks and thins of life .. I cann't dream without you ..

My father ...
Winter morning of 1995 .. My father makes me seat on the back of his hero jet cycle and starts pedalling to make me reach perfectly at time on the school ... for a boy of small town ... my father's herojet cycle was the fastest vehicle in the world , even faster than the aeroplane and jet that flew over our house while me with my sister waived our hands ..... because my father was the person cycling .. the strongest person in the world .. behind whom .. i started to dare to the outer world ... but what a gentel heart he has within him .. a man with good humour and till date my best freind ..

BABA , I am indebted for what you have given to me .. I LOVE YOU for being so nice to me ..
when ever I was reprehended for any wrong-doing from my mother , I would cry under my father's arm and when my father starts beating me .. as I go astray .. I will quickly run to my mother ..

God , I have never seen you and I don't have the cherish to see you .. because for me my mom and dad are the Lord Vishnu and Maa Laxmi .. Lord Maheswar and Maa Parvati ...

I will continue to write more on the angels on my life .. on my next blogs ..... as I have decided to dedicate the first one to my PARENTS ....

Maa , Baba .. I will always like to keep both of you happy and will always try to live upto your wish .... I have lots of distances to go ... lots of mountains to conquer and lots of dream to be fulfilled .. Please bless me and make me a strong man to face all the obstacles with the same vigour , with which you both have been living and making me dream .....

Thank you .. and be happy ...

manish