Saturday 31 August 2013

Easy way to make life simple.

Life can be simplest if we stop asking questions. Half of our life is spent questioning Why, What, Who, Whom, Where and biggest one is When. Actually it is a ridiculous. I laugh at those people who have such attitude. I hardly read inspirational books because every book has the same description narrated in The Secret. There is only one principle on which the entire universe is acting. “Law of Attraction”. Poor getting poor, rich becoming richer. We keep blaming our system. Actually who is responsible for all these things? The answer is yet simple.
It’s “you”.
You must visit The Akshardham Temple, New Delhi once in a life. The very first lesson is taught about a man, how he creates his own destiny. Sometime, we have to put our ego aside, our confidence aside and think for good. I always say, “Advises are free, Take them. It depends on you whether you should apply it or not.” Thousand mouths speak thousand words and Khaali dimaag matlab shaitaan ka ghar. Never let this shaitaan come around you. I read about a depressed girl, fled away from her residence in Worli, she allegedly jumped against the Churchgate bound local at Mahalaxmi Station. No one knew how she came there, why she came there. But later they all knew, she was depressed and her parents were taking her to psychologist in Sanpada that evening. She must thank the motorman of local, whose presence of mind get him stopped the local by emergency brakes, just before it ran over her. She was left with the minor injuries.
Actually, there isn’t any fault of human beings. There is a fault of thinking. The thinking of people has been changed. Media, Social networks, movies, serials by which we all are surrounded. And sometime taking serious interest in those which is completely unnecessary. Boy commits suicide because ‘she’ didn’t replied one of his message on Facebook. 12 year old girl commits suicide when her mother denies playing with friends. It’s even injustice to death. I never wish them to go to heaven. Commercials ruling the televisions. Sensor board bindaast giving permission to show them and there is no control over them. You cannot find difference when you watch the Condom’s ad and a Body Spray’s ad. Both will be similar. At the age we learnt what sex is? Today, at the same age, our children take experience of it at least 2 or 3 times.

Never take this as controversy because it is the truth and we have to accept this in society. We must accept we are ahead by one century now. And we are the only responsible for making our country hell for women. It is the joint act of men & women. I will never ever say, man is responsible for all these incidents. Google Play introduced safety software for women, & other side, it is selling hundreds of porn application in its free play app store. The thing is, the mentality of people getting worse and condition of a country resulting same. The more we are protesting, the more we are getting the same results. And look, the law of attraction playing its role as it is. We are bound by it and now we are also a part of it. Ending my blog with no answer for making life simplest…

The best time of spent with little ones :)

                Early morning when I was in a sleep, it was like someone, tapped me on my head and suddenly woke me up. When I saw here and there, I found no one. I realize it wasn’t a dream, or an illusion. But someone actually tapped my head gently and went away. I do believe in spirits and I am sure, this incident was an act of a mischievous spirit. I went asleep again without fearing. But this incident took me back to Delhi, when I refreshed my memory early morning waking up with a smile. Although I complete all the morning activities before leaving for office, except one thing gets wrong everyday which I realize when I reach office J
                I was fed up with the situation when I was living in Surat. So I had decided to go Delhi, the capital of India. I knew I went there by Paschim Express. I reached on a Sunday when my brother in law and his little 2 year old daughter came to receive me at Hajrat Nizamuddin railway station. She was seeing me after long time and so, she was little sad, anxiously watching me. I had bought a gift for her which I kept hidden until we reached home in Safdarjung Enclave. Later I gave her a bag of a cartoon character “Tweetie”. And it was the first time when she came to me. I truly believe “God” lives everywhere and he comes in any form in your life. Like my sister and my brother in law. I consider them even more than a God, blessed with a little daughter. It was a Rakshabandhan when I went there and my sister tied me a Rakhi before I could start my new job. I still keep that rakhi with me, in my bag and I believe it is protecting me every time when I am in trouble. I was about to go Hrishikesh for project, but suddenly plan changed and I remained all time in Delhi/Gurgaon/Noida projects.
                So I got more time to spend with the little girl. I would visit there in the weekend. Carried chocolates, biscuits, toys every time when I visited her place. I took her to India Gate, one of the most visited places in India in DMRC. She loved traveling in the Delhi Metro. She went crazy sitting in it. We often went to a big temple of Radha Krishna situated in Safdarjung Enclave. She used to sit in temple, curiously watched the Gods and Goddesses until the ‘Prasad’ was fished given by the Maharaj of temple. I spent the best time of my life with her. She rejoiced my life with fun and made me know how a child is.

                The thing that the early morning spirit reminded the mischievous behaves of that little girl every Sunday she did to me. She knew I was at her home on Sundays so she woke up early morning, came in my room and hit on my head and said, ”Ab utho, dekho ‘Sun’ nikal gaya.” It was the same thing happened today when the sun was about to rise, someone tap my head and made me happy. I am remembering that little girl since morning and thinking,”Oh God! I wish I was in Delhi.”

Friday 30 August 2013

Different women in our society.

I came in contact with two different women when I came to Mumbai. One was my colleague and a very senior employee. With typical nature of seniority, she was having lot of attitude. I preferred to stay away from her and also had messed up with her on many occasions. Reading molestation and sexual harassment to little girls, once she told me,”Chintan, I am very much upset for my daughter as I have to put her at mother’s home and come to office. These incidents make me scared. How long should I depend on my mother?” I taunted,”I have no time for her.” I know her daughter was very cute little one. Once in a month I bought many chocolates and eatable items for her.
The other one was my office maid who came to prepare tea. Well, she was a Gujarati and so we became very good friends. As I wasn’t familiar with the city I came up early in the morning and sit near former Nizam’s shop (Where Prachi Desai was employed with, in OUATIM) in Fort. That maid’s schedule was very busy and so she came up early in multiple offices work. She was really a hard working lady and I respected her a lot.
I always have fun around me although my two directors never laughed. I am sure even laughing gas won’t work for them. Thank god I am away from them now. When my maid would come we all had funny moments with her. She was quite unhappy in her life as her husband had abandoned her seeking relationship with his girlfriend and also took the custody of her two children. She used my phone to call her two children and cried every time when she talked. But never ever complained about her husband. She was accepting everything what was happening. A lone woman was living with her mother near Juhu Chopati, pushing all the pains in her heart. Never showed she was worry. The worse moment came in her life when the girlfriend of her husband attacked her in her home when she was at home with her mother. I saw her sad face next day and asked her, “What happened?” She showed me the scratched over her body and said, “Look what that bi#@h has done.” She didn’t cry but asked me to do something. Like to find an NGO working for women. I was new to Mumbai and had no idea about the city and moreover, her husband was a psycho, so I was advised to stay away. I only told her to go to police, if she was scared; I requested to take me there with her. She neither went to police nor NGO, she direct consulted the CID, the CID ordered her husband either to leave his girlfriend and to take his wife home or to give divorce and reimburse her every month.

Scared husband took her at home. As he always doubted her, he made her leave all the work. She left all office and locked up in home. She knew her financial condition was very bad and had to carry on work but she had to leave everything. It was the last day when I saw her when she came with a little girl in office for payment. I was very busy that day, said, “Oh! How are you!! Nice to see you here. You came with little cutie. I would have bought chocolates for her if you had informed me. How is everything going on in life?” Sadly she said,”Nothing is good.” I could not chat more and she left office. I thought she will meet me someday in fort, but never did. Even today, I find her early morning whether I get a glimpse of her, but she never comes…

Thursday 29 August 2013

Are we Independent enough?

It's 29th when I consider the Black Day in each month. And so I observe full day fast. Not for many reasons. But I feel ashamed of my country. On this day someone with many dreams passed away, with her soul resting in peace, the brutality of humans, system, politicians, and entire country was seen. As office remains close today, with my sickness I am going for outing, probably The Gateway Of India. As the festival season is on, the city is celebrating the famous festival of Kanha's Dahi Handi. Not only men but also women will go for this festival. After all they have been practicing for so long. Mumbai is always known for it's 'bounce back' characteristic. We know the city has overcame from every worse situation it had faced. Meanwhile, I read the news early morning in Gujarat Samachar that the Mahalaxmi Gang rape victim girl has been discharged from hospital last day with very stable condition. I would really appreciate her true spirit how she has acted after the incident. A normal girl might lose her entire life after such thing would happened to her but with immense spirit she has asked a big question to the authorities how much is a woman safe in our country and what punishment does those rapist deserve? I am sure Mumbai cops are keen to water tight the case and I believe the rapists should never be treated like humans.
India is a great country you know when incident like rape occurs, it becomes national issue. News, Media, politicians, film stars along with citizens start protesting and ask for death penalty to them. While other side, the other people will look out for human rights law. I am very much amazed how Indian law cannot amend the sentence for such heinous crime. They keep committing and people keep protesting. How long will it be keep happening? We can only ask. But cannot change. We say we cannot change the world alone. But what will happen if we get together and try to change the country. Did you remember what happened after 16th December. It was a huge crowd gathered near the India Gate and near the parliament of India in protest of the Incident. It was recorded the highest number of people ever gathered in a history of India. Yes, even more than the people who celebrated 1947 Independence near same premises.
So simple thing. What is it proved? It proves that the country isn't independent yet. It has been trapped under the criminals called 'Women Eaters'. I don't know why we celebrate an Independent Day where women cannot go outside in night, molested almost every place, cannot wear what she likes, cannot listen music, cannot have mobiles. What kind of independent is this? How long we will bounce back?
Actually we all want a change which starts with our efforts and ends with many questions.

Wednesday 28 August 2013

Live your Dreams!

Delhi, the city where you would love to live if you aren’t a women coz now it has turned into the rape capital of India. It was 16th May, 2012 when I left that city pushing immense pain in my heart as I was in love with it and specially my lots and lots of friends living around. As I was bachelor and so my parents kept worried about myself. I know I am basically from Gujarat and aware of the condition in Gujarat employment. Many people sitting jobless. I was scared leaving Delhi. As my own company started suffering loss, the older employees started leaving. I was mentally harassed and ordered to leave the job. Yet I remained calm.
But I could not make for it. I had to leave it and I had to return Gujarat. The truth was that it was unacceptable for me to live in Gujarat. I was still trying to go back Delhi. Here I was alone with no friends. As I haven’t been in a relationship, I considered my friends as my best companions. I met Suryaprakash Kushwaha belongs to Agra and we were sharing our home in Sangam Vihar. I was forced to work in Gujarat but wherever I went, there were no vacancies. If someone was ready to give me work, they would pay 50% of my Delhi’s payment. I couldn’t afford it. It was 2011, when Mahendra Singh Dhoni hit a huge six & won the World Cup 2011. I saw Wankhede Stadium shining entire night. The fireworks sparkled people’s eyes and the only dream of Sachin Tendulkar came true. Mumbai has always been my dream city since when I started visiting from earlier age. And also I reveal the secret that even living in Delhi, I never supported Daredevils. Because my heart was always with Mumbai Indians.

The worse happened to me in Gujarat when I went for an interview in Vapi, it was India’s reputed jeweler showroom seeking new staff for its new branch. It was a long queue and I was interviewed more than half hour. The thing that made me shocked when he told that I belonged to Delhi and he could not hire me as there were female workers working in show room and I could hurt them. I told him that wasn’t a proper reason to deny. He told me about the Gang rape incidents, molestations of women in Delhi, indirectly trying to prove I might even be one of them, a rapist. I knew what he wanted to say. Although I assured him that safety but my heart never wanted to go ahead with him. I came back and never went for any interview in Gujarat after this incident. It was very painful for me to believe that someone would ask such questions in an interview. Like rapes are not occurring in Gujarat. One of Hindu Baba accused of rape is being independently roaming in Gujarat and no one takes action against him seeking Hindu Votes, hanging his pictures and worshipping him. I would call him Sex Baba instead of Aadhyatmik Baba. Is it not a rubbish act instead of justifying a guy to be a rapist?

Tuesday 27 August 2013

I am very health conscious. Please!

                You aren’t a Mumbaikar if your diet doesn’t include a Vadapav. It is the major food in Mumbai life that becomes the food supplement for thousands people. You cannot stay away from this particular fast food because it is sold everywhere, in every corner of the city. You might get different taste of the recipe. With butter, grilled, chutney or with masala. Vada is a made from mashed boiled potatoes. It includes green chilies, corianders, curry leaves, also garlic sometimes. The balls are made from the above items and fried in hot oil at high temp.
                But finally, in any form, it tastes always better when it is hot, served with semi fried green salted chilies. Not just a Vadapav that fills the hunger of Mumbai but there are many other recipes that has joined the race with Vadapav. Chaats is another famous eatable in Mumbai. While a Vadapav plays its role in morning breakfast & lunch time, later Chaats and others recipes joins them. Like Vadapavs, they are also found in every corner in the evening time. With chaats, you can also have the varieties of sandwiches or pizza at low cost.
                It’s all about hunger where there is no place for a word “Health Conscious”. The city like Mumbai, which is on a Marathon run 24 hours. People hardly get time to think about their health. The fast and busy life gets the routine of a citizen. Crowdie locals become good place to be relaxed with unknown friends. Then what about health? Daily news paper might tells the secret of the fast food how it is ending up our health in delicious way. But who cares? I am recently in touch with a Senior Manager residing in Mumbai since many years. Suddenly he got health issues and so the doctor has denied him to consume oily and junk foods completely. He said,” I am just 38 years old; I walk 5 kilometers every day. Then why me?” In fact he told that when he arrived in the city, he used to depend on Vadapavs because it was sold in front of the home and quite affordable. You might remember the death of “Bijli”, a female elephant died due to overweight. She spent entire life eating Vadapavs. When doctors of Dehradun inspected her, they said,” She is a true Mumbaikar who ate only Vadapav.” They found her overweighed and tried to save her giving diet with low fat. Later she could not be survived.
                When we talk of food, we don’t care of our health. Including me. Even I tell myself that by today I will not eat Vadapavs but the same day, the same diet is included anyhow. You can get it even on insist of your friends, “Come, On, let’s have a party.” And you don’t know the party could be of Vadapavs. The group friends in local bring Vadapavs for which you cannot deny. People distribute sweets for good news but in Mumbai, people distribute Vadapav! After all, you are always followed by it.

I must say, “Jab tak hai jaan, eat only Vadapaav” J

When the little one said, "Bye."

I always believe, if you are a vegetarian, pray to god first when you are about to take your lunch or dinner. Thank him for making you able to get enough food. Now please don’t blame me if you’re a non-vegetarian because I do not believe in the food served by killing an innocent one for which I should pray to my lord.
It was usual morning when I came for office. I only prefer Mumbai Mirror as my best companion in morning local. It was a small article described upon a 1 year old child from Palghar area. The child was brought in one of Mumbai famous hospital for treatment but died the very next day. The reason was yet horrible when it was known. The infant succumbed to malnutrition!
Well a middle class person would eat 12 Rs Vadapav for his hunger; upper middle class would spend 50 Rs for a Thali. Rich may spend 115 bucks for a burger and richest might have high class weekend parties’ costing thousands. Well, that’s not a problem. It’s a link connected our economy where money has to be circulated if I am not wrong. Everyone has right to live. Except that child who lost life in a hospital due to malnutrition, didn’t it? Yeah it doesn’t matter at all. The child was bought to hospital by her grandmother. When the grandmother revealed the truth, everyone shocked! She was asked how the child wasn’t given proper food since its birth. She reported that they had no money for food or anything else. Somehow the father of child managed to bring rice and the entire family including the baby ate bare with only water instead of a curry. Its mother is also suffering from malnutrition with 35 Kgs weight only.

It wasn’t all done when the hon. Food minister commented on the same day reading this malnutrition death news. “Food worth Rs 44,000 Cr has been wasted in a year.” Is it the right way to justify a child’s death? It means 44,000 Cr are not eligible to be circulated in Indian Economy?

Mumbai- The city for dreams only!

Although Mumbai has always been famous for “Bhailogs” & “Dons”, but these guys never harmed the women of the safest city. Women were safe because the city was a safer place. Now it doesn't seem anything good happening to Mumbai. Not only has the Mahalaxmi gang rape been the “talk of the town”, the following incidents making Mumbadevi more worried for her daughters, aren't any safer in her arms as 10 year old girl raped by her 47 year old uncle having HIV+ & A mother selling her own 13 year old daughter’s virginity, merely in 1 lakh INR. So, no wonder Mumbai is turning the second rape capital of India as own parents/relatives are turning to be the enemies of their own girls.
Actually, nothing is going to change even if women's wardrobes are in full length or enough to cover their entire body. People need to change their mentality before seeing a woman. But it’s sad because rapists don’t have any mentality. He seeks only one thing in woman. No matter how old she is. We never asked a medical student died on 29th Dec 2013 what she was doing late night? Also leaving the photojournalist what she was doing in an abandoned mill? Also leaving the heinous gang rape by 5 men in Gurgaon when a victim girl tried pulling the case against rapists by saying they were her clients. And also leaving a drunk girl who alighted from Auto @ Rajiv Chowk, Gurgaon and told an auto driver,” Come & sleep with me. I don’t have money to give you.” When driver asked merely 5/- INR to her.
The conditions of women aren't good in the society. May be the reason why they have to do some silly things that might be different enough to be accepted. A girl ageing about 15 year in a costliest city of north India, standing on highway with her mom. They were not waiting for a lift but actually they were sex workers waiting for the customers. Your mouth might remain opened when you will hear how much that girl was demanding. Just 100 INR. At the age of 15, a normal mother takes much care of daughter as she is in her teenage, several physically changes she is going to have, teaches her to stay away from people trying to approach her inappropriately etc.

What awareness you want when you are living in a capital of our country or living in an economical capital of country? How long we will depend on a police where the ratio between People & Police is 900 : 1. Why politicians are blamed for heinous crimes? Well they never order to commit crime against women. Why every single day we are asking for a change when we check the newspaper, news or radio, we are confirmed that nothing is changed, and say," Ab aisa toh bhai hota hi rahega." Until it will happen to one of our daughter, sister or wife.