I Still Remember.....

I still rekindle....

Those sunshine days...
Those kite flying golden afternoons holding my loosing pants by one hand......
That floating in the river catching the tails of our mammals...
That coming back home after a hour long dip,
in the river with reddish eyes and swollen fingertips...
That playing with sand on its bank till it becomes dark.....
That waste-paper made football game on holidays....
That my lil red favourite shirt of the first school days....
That dark corner of the stable which once made me feel my own hiding place...
That first experience of smoking puffing in a straw...
That chanting tune of RAMAYANA at 9....
That backache after watching my first movie in hall sitting in the first row...
That rainy days with fishing net on shoulder fo catching fish....

Now I wish to have a Time Machine....

Countdown

if u ask...
i will come back..
like a nine years old boy..
to return back to u.

if u ask..
dont sleep in night..
i`ll finish counting stars..
sitting amidst the dew drops n mist..

n then if u tell..
u just made a mistake ...
by making me waiting..
u wont come...

i`ll again start waiting..
for ur returning...

Another recession.....!!!

Nowadays there is a hue and cry on recession.

In my dictionary it is a new word. I never heard about it couple of months before. And then suddenly I became so aware about it and its scary wrinkled face. Now I think I can claim expertise on this as I know why US goes into recession, why there is only 5% property booked in Burj-Al-Khalifa, why Germans are shouting when their government bails out the sinking Greece,why the European banks are kneeling,will it be Icelands turn now etc etc. I can also put worthy comment on property Bubble burst and believe me its scary; not at all like childhood colorful soap bubble burst. I know that we can pump water into a tub I never heard that money can also be pumped into economy and that also pump,pump and pump to a leaky bucket. Cool new learning for me indeed.

I silently praise the warriors who pacifies me saying "Dont worry...Things will be okay...I have seen how many IT guys loose jobs on DOT.COM burst". Man, seems this burst is more scarier than the tyre bursts in US Highway 50 or the hill-way towards Ladakh with no spare tyre..!! I like those warriors face expression when they take so pleasure to relate various stories related to the DOT.COM burst time. Sometimes I think IT guys love to get worried and tensed. But thinking and real life scenario might be different, so I follow the experts advice - "Sit tight wherever you are...keep ticking 12 hours without and chaos in office and if needed buy some Fevicol to apply on your office chair". As I told, I admire my warriors and thus I follow their golden suggestions. After all I am new in recession.

But I think, some other form of recessions starts longgg....long before the 'US/Dubai property market' or 'European banks' or 'Greece economy' fails.That is recession in humanity.
In public transport while getting in we elbow some spectacled aged guy to grab a seat meant for elders or more needy person and pretend to sleep. We rush while driving cutting in and out of lane. That's different matter that whom I overtook sometimes stops next to my lane at a RED light. We shamelessly show some other persons work as mine in office to please my blind boss and take a nap after lunch when working-from-home keeping the messenger status as 'VERY BUSY'. We don't care the stupid pedestrians at ZEBRA crossing and why should we when we are riding in BMW and he is crossing the road with a shabby bag full of vegetables. We don't bother if you catch us kissing at the back alley and why should we when you might also did the same when you were young. We are quick to press the lift button if we see others are coming, after all it is kinda subtle pride we feel that we will reach my floor faster than you. We don't care any more to know why my next-door neighbours son crying or why the ambulance came late night to our small society. In fact there if no point of knowing when we barely know any of my neighbours. What we know nowadays is only the "I and we" and yes of course the "You" provided that "You" is either my girlfriend or my BOSS.

Clearly the other form of recession started long before but till now I didn't find any warriors whom I can praise or any government who can pump,pump and pump humanity.

I am still searching and I doubt I will find ever as I know the numbers of the warriors are very less and the hole in the leaky bucket is pretty big.

TEA-SHIRT

So Hasim,U again made ur shirt a tea shirt..!!"-remarked one of my colleague.

Its consequtively the 3rd day I spilled tea on my shirt in office.I dont know why such things is happening to me.But today the reason was quite reasonable,I just miscalculated the distance of my lips from the tea cup.I was thinking something while watching some SP on my monitor.And like a moody professional was trying to sipping without the knowledge where i am sipping.I got aware about the fact from my another collegue who used to sit in front of me-"Hey ....Hey Hasim..Wat r u doing man...?..Why r u poring tea on your shirt...??"..Yah...till that time..The mishap happened.

I got some suggestions on this incident from someones.The gist of those is:-
"Think,don`t drink,And if drinking,then don`t think...!!"

The lil boy with a bigggg box.....

I had a red shirt...a pair of small black shoes...

We had a favourite rhyme also which I used to recite whenever any new guests come into our house....That goes on like this ...." Red shirt black shorts/school uniform/black shoes white shocks....." I forgot the remaining line....

I had a biiiig box (having my name written on it)in compare to my age that time which I used to carry tiredly while coming back from my kindergarden....

I feel so tired while coming back from school that I used to set target while walking to cross and thinking in my mind so much distance to cross...so much distance is left to reach my home....

Setting target,I learnt in my childhood.....
After reaching this age....Am I loosing target.....

Yah...Thats very true,that sometimes yours childhood wakes you up....Cherish you...Revived you with a soothing mind...

The Idiot

Asifbhai told me the story....Dont ask me who he is ? what is he doing...etc.,because in this blog entry I just want to share this superb story.
The story goes on like this...

Once upon a time there was bigg dynasty and the king was also bigggg.He had a big palace.And a big parliament where he had the masters of all field whom he choosed through various tough tests.He had renowed poet,elite harpooon thrower,tickling joker ...almost all masters from each profession were there in his court.And as the recognisation of their mastery in their respective fields,the king used to give a gold plated stick on which he had his own stamp.But here is a catch...If anyday any superior in any field came then the king is supposed to appoint the superior one and the unlucky courtier is supposed to handover the stick.

And then one day the idiot came..he was an utmost idiot...people could not but say him an idiot in every chances to talk with him....So he thought one day as the King did not have any idiot in his court,he could have take a chance!!!

So he went there and proposed the king to appoint him as one of the courtiers.The king thought-"Yah thats also true that I dint have any great idiot in my court".So he called a meeting,all courtiers came and finally the king agreed to take a test of that idiot and selected him seeing how much dumbo he is!!!.


Years passed by....one day our king got veryyyyy ill.All courtiers,per cortsey went to meet the king as his last day is nearby.The king was veryyy ill.What was the illness...?? I dont know.

Anyway,people asked that idiot whether he went to visit the king.He at first got very strange what is the need to go to see the king!!! And then he finally went.."My majesty,How are you?"
"I am fine,how are you"
"Good..My majesty...they are telling you are going to leave us...Why are you leaving us?"
"Because it was not my ultimate home...I need to go to my own home"
"Ooo..so you are going to your home...When will you come back?"
"I am not to come back again my child...thats my eternaaaal home,I`ll stay there forever"
"I see..So you must have made much bigger palace there as you are to stay there forever?"
"Dear,there is no palace."
"Okok..then you must have sent all of your money there...?"
"Nope"
"Then atleast all servants and maids you have already sent there as they are to make that place ready for you...is it My majesty?"
The king tolerated a lot.." You are a biggg idiot..!!!"
But here our idiot was really puzzled,he fumbled.."My majesty...Please take back my stick...in this world for staying only 60-70 years you made four palaces..you conquered so manyy battles...you have tons of gold and diamond...crores of servants and maids....But where you are saying you going to stay forever...You dint made a single palace...dint send a single servant or dint saved a single diamond...!!!My majest you are much more idiot than me...Please take back this stick"

Notes on Uniqueness....!!

Whether it is a people or a race or a country, we should never forget our uniqueness, cultures and roots.

You may feel that she looks stunning in the high colar black jacket but you never realized that others like your simplicity; your's simple looks.You starts mimicking the american tone while speaking and while humming a Lady Gaga song you pick wrong notes but you never realized when you chants the ghazal, you mesmerise the passers-by. You thought to get success in business by copying some well known and popular product to realize later that your business is far behind to the business you copied.And the reason is that he has started long before you started and he knew that someday somebody wil copy him and then how can he come out with better product. Everybody in this world is unique. You better goom and nurture those unique qualities for a better acceptance

In South east asia and middle east there is a surge of Bollywood movies. The same bollywood movies which used to be called as dumb dancing-around-the-tree movies by the west. There is an increase influx of western actors in bollywood movies too.The reason is bollywood has a huge market outside India. It is good to see that Bollywood retains its flavor blodly stating that "love it or hate it, this is it"; and yes its presence is increasing in multifold than earlier. In many countries you can easily hear a popular bollywood song and in big cities you can find a "Bollywood Dance" class.Earlier time kathakali is coined as a ghost-dance for its unique appearance of the dancers and rapid eye movement and now it is a world known dance.Similarly when somebody talks about Bihu you propmtly asks him back -are you from Assam? With nominal dance steps and stereotype tune bhangra is another name for Punjab.Abroad while in Chinese new year, the cebration is incomplete without dragon dance; Deepavali is incomplete without lamps and colurs;halloween is incomplete without weird,fearful attrires.I believe there is not a single big city in this world where you will not be able to find an Indian Restaurant. And they are successfull too just by showcasing their countries delicacies.At the same time I wonder how many Indians became successfull opening up an western food giant!! It is all about the roots or the cultures of the country or states when it it comes about identity. You forget it, others forget you.

I am not so blunt to say that mimicing is wrong. Following others might be good sometimes but never always. If you can adopt good things from others keeping your own stucture intact, it is good. Any revolutionary product, the nobel prize always followed by a great idea or unique idea which is original.

After all - “Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”