Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Stubborn
I am pretty stubborn. Actually the most stubborn person I have met. I dont know it is a problem or not, but sometime when I start doing something I cant stop. Even after the end (if there is any well defined end for anything in this world). Whole night I tried to solve one problem. I thought it will be the best problem I have ever solved in my life, got stuck for 3 hours, and then again read the statement of the problem and found that I was trying to prove stronger result which might not be true. Anyway the problem is solved now, after a long time I solved exercises. It feels nice to do this once in a while or all the time. Why can't I have a life where I dont have to care about booking tickets, carrying passports, thinking about food. I mean I can work 24 hours per day if I dont get depressed. Depression can be avoided if you dont take part in outside world activity. But then all these regular work forces me to take part. That problem is solved but not the stronger hypothesis, and now i can't sleep. It is still working on my mind. Its hot, humid and i am sleepless, also i have an exam today. I dont want to leave my table today.
Friday, June 20, 2008
The outrage
Chocolates are over, and frankly i didn't need chocolate to get over the damne sad feeling. It was chadril bhattacharya who did the magic again. For those who can read bengali ( that to a really bad texted document) they are lucky enough to read the stuff here :
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Those who ca't I will try to translate the things later. It is really sad that people like Chandril Bhattacharya is still unnoticed in India. Mainly becuase he writes his things in Bengali. But in near future, I am sure that he will be recognized as one of the leading intellectuals in the world of his time. His logics are very sharp and he has the tremendous power of writing in a style which is really easy to understand but yet the style is funny and well written at the same time. His metaphors always come from real life, and they are not universal most often, and that is the great thing i like. the attempt of universality is a failed one, and i believe that local properties are the only things worth studying (sorry to all the french philosophers, you guys suck a big time, learn something from chandril). This article of Chandril is probably the best article he has ever written or i have ever studied. I tried to write something on the same topic, though the intellectual content was not comparable to that of Chandril, once upon time. We have two different words for love in bengali one is prem another one is bhalobasa. It was way back in high school when I thought about the reason of having this two seprate words. It is not true that both of them means the same thing. Because bengali is a very young language and the colloqial part is the most influential part in bengali literature and language. So this two words should have different meaning. So tried to understand the difference of the two things. I dont know i failed or not in that article but it was true that love has different meanings in different relationships. I showed my article to my almost girlfriend and her boyfriend that time. Both of them didn't agree with whatever i said, this is not a new thing, generally people dont agree with me. but given the conditions that time, i decided to dump the idea of publishing it anyway. When you are a teenager and you have an almost girlfriend, you have to agree with her. Anyway Chandril's article reminded me that one. One of the best part of the article is the use of one of Alakta Nag's comment. In high school, in my favourite course indian culture, our teacher Satya maharaj one day talked about Freud and Derridas work. I bet no one understood a single thing when he was talking about Derrida (including me), and no one supported Freuds arguements (except me). So I thought about studying Derrida. It was bad decision altogether, but I didn't do anything special in high school apart from sleeping, occasional pornography, poetry and adda. So I bought a book of deconstruction and understood nothing from it , Derrida sucks. Then one of my teacher told me to read Anant Nag and Gayatri Spivak. Gayatri Spivak was awesomely boring, it is more boring than any western get together, where you dont have anything fruitful execpt getting dead drunk, or may be that is the reason of getting drunk as people are intellectually challenged in this white world. But Anant Nag was spectacular. I read his work on post independence India and its hatred for the white world. It was amazing, probably the most powerful work on postcolonial literature and philosophies till date ( remembering Edaward Said). I dont know why they dont introduce his work in university education, it can easily generate the sense of tiraskar in mind of indians for the western world, since it is very much needed at this point of time, as more and more we trying to allign ourselves with this axis of evil called the western world. It is said that Alakta Nag made even Derrida uncomfortable with his point of views. Anyway the thing Chandril uses in his article is the following, sorry vulgarity is guaranteed in my blogs, since this is
mine and i dont hide anything when i write ( even my incapability of writing in this phirangi language called english):
" We get kicks regularly. your van picks us up, your clean shaved darogas search bodies of our mothers-sisters. Sun passes away so does accidents. Our brain sticks to the wall of your torcherchamber and lock ups, it drops down from the tip of your boot. After licking our own blood with our squashed ear we run to the lamppost , for appointment with our girlfriends. We break the bulb, making your camera blind. We lick even the tonsils of our imagined wives in a sea long kiss. .......Yes we the son of bitches of third world will teach your pale heart what love is . With our claws and teeth we will teach you the song of slef arrested person in a harem. We piss on everyculture evry day. With our bad breath and our sweaty shirts our fat wives will squat near the tubewell and we will see from our windows and say lets play hide and seek in our childhood locality. We don't have perfume, lollypop, monopoly, we dont preach monogamy hypocritically. We only have body full of swelling, wounds, our only jewellary. We can wait, we can think, we can fast and hence we can love."
Long live Indian philosophy and Indian philosophers.
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Those who ca't I will try to translate the things later. It is really sad that people like Chandril Bhattacharya is still unnoticed in India. Mainly becuase he writes his things in Bengali. But in near future, I am sure that he will be recognized as one of the leading intellectuals in the world of his time. His logics are very sharp and he has the tremendous power of writing in a style which is really easy to understand but yet the style is funny and well written at the same time. His metaphors always come from real life, and they are not universal most often, and that is the great thing i like. the attempt of universality is a failed one, and i believe that local properties are the only things worth studying (sorry to all the french philosophers, you guys suck a big time, learn something from chandril). This article of Chandril is probably the best article he has ever written or i have ever studied. I tried to write something on the same topic, though the intellectual content was not comparable to that of Chandril, once upon time. We have two different words for love in bengali one is prem another one is bhalobasa. It was way back in high school when I thought about the reason of having this two seprate words. It is not true that both of them means the same thing. Because bengali is a very young language and the colloqial part is the most influential part in bengali literature and language. So this two words should have different meaning. So tried to understand the difference of the two things. I dont know i failed or not in that article but it was true that love has different meanings in different relationships. I showed my article to my almost girlfriend and her boyfriend that time. Both of them didn't agree with whatever i said, this is not a new thing, generally people dont agree with me. but given the conditions that time, i decided to dump the idea of publishing it anyway. When you are a teenager and you have an almost girlfriend, you have to agree with her. Anyway Chandril's article reminded me that one. One of the best part of the article is the use of one of Alakta Nag's comment. In high school, in my favourite course indian culture, our teacher Satya maharaj one day talked about Freud and Derridas work. I bet no one understood a single thing when he was talking about Derrida (including me), and no one supported Freuds arguements (except me). So I thought about studying Derrida. It was bad decision altogether, but I didn't do anything special in high school apart from sleeping, occasional pornography, poetry and adda. So I bought a book of deconstruction and understood nothing from it , Derrida sucks. Then one of my teacher told me to read Anant Nag and Gayatri Spivak. Gayatri Spivak was awesomely boring, it is more boring than any western get together, where you dont have anything fruitful execpt getting dead drunk, or may be that is the reason of getting drunk as people are intellectually challenged in this white world. But Anant Nag was spectacular. I read his work on post independence India and its hatred for the white world. It was amazing, probably the most powerful work on postcolonial literature and philosophies till date ( remembering Edaward Said). I dont know why they dont introduce his work in university education, it can easily generate the sense of tiraskar in mind of indians for the western world, since it is very much needed at this point of time, as more and more we trying to allign ourselves with this axis of evil called the western world. It is said that Alakta Nag made even Derrida uncomfortable with his point of views. Anyway the thing Chandril uses in his article is the following, sorry vulgarity is guaranteed in my blogs, since this is
mine and i dont hide anything when i write ( even my incapability of writing in this phirangi language called english):
" We get kicks regularly. your van picks us up, your clean shaved darogas search bodies of our mothers-sisters. Sun passes away so does accidents. Our brain sticks to the wall of your torcherchamber and lock ups, it drops down from the tip of your boot. After licking our own blood with our squashed ear we run to the lamppost , for appointment with our girlfriends. We break the bulb, making your camera blind. We lick even the tonsils of our imagined wives in a sea long kiss. .......Yes we the son of bitches of third world will teach your pale heart what love is . With our claws and teeth we will teach you the song of slef arrested person in a harem. We piss on everyculture evry day. With our bad breath and our sweaty shirts our fat wives will squat near the tubewell and we will see from our windows and say lets play hide and seek in our childhood locality. We don't have perfume, lollypop, monopoly, we dont preach monogamy hypocritically. We only have body full of swelling, wounds, our only jewellary. We can wait, we can think, we can fast and hence we can love."
Long live Indian philosophy and Indian philosophers.
Stations and airports are really bad things for me, even travelling now seems really bad, and frankly i dont love travelling anymore. any new place freaks me out. Last one year it happened every time, leaving kolkata for padova, leaving padova for some short trip somewhere, everytime i set my step outside my room, i feel a deep urge to comeback to my bed and sleep for long time. the concept of home is really screwed up in my mind now. dont know whether i will be happy to go back to kolkata or to chennai or to any other place. I had many incidents in train stations. specially when i was in chennai. But when someone lacks the notion of home, all this journeys become very difficult. the natural question which always come in mind is wheteher there is an end of this mess . I go back home i am guest there, i go to any other place i am guest there. there is only going no coming back, and its not always easy to comeback. i felt like flying back to india when i went to airport with pranav. it was a little bit uncomfortable feeling , but when i was going back to padova i didn't find any reason to go back to india , it's just someone else is happy becuase he has a strong idea of home made me sick and jealous. this kind of rootlessness is the source of biggest depression , and to avoid it eat lots of chocolate is the only advise i can give to myself.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
un memoir pour mes ami
je parle pas français, je parle pas aucune language. mais je try parle tout de language existant. ne pas try translate cette memoir avec google tranlate, depuis le language des cette memoir n'est pas une laguage reel. je change tout language et je faire eux une language tres simple et tres vulgar et tres politiquement incorrect. Le but de mes vie est destroy tout de la concept de culture religion nationalite language de plus destruction de tout le sophistication pseudo. alor je propose que tout le personne sentimentale sur language et culture, leave, s’il vous plaît. j'ai une dream plus grand ( alor
un nightmare pour autre) , et le philosophie de vie est faire les dream vrai. je ne pas care si tout le personne est against io, je ne pas care si tout le theorie presente est against io philosophie de complete destruction et non assimilation. attention, cette philosphie n'est pas un philosophie nihilist , de puis cette philosophie n'est pas une philosophie universal. la seule chose est justice pour mes monde , ce ne pas le monde reel, comme le monde rel est full des putiane de merde. mes monde est tres beautiful est full of seule grande human. cette monde est le seul monde j'aime et les seule monde je know. le premier statement des mon memoir de masters cette year est " culture, nationality, religion, skin color are the vague attempts of weak human beings to identify themselves with something strong. Be strong , be alone."
un nightmare pour autre) , et le philosophie de vie est faire les dream vrai. je ne pas care si tout le personne est against io, je ne pas care si tout le theorie presente est against io philosophie de complete destruction et non assimilation. attention, cette philosphie n'est pas un philosophie nihilist , de puis cette philosophie n'est pas une philosophie universal. la seule chose est justice pour mes monde , ce ne pas le monde reel, comme le monde rel est full des putiane de merde. mes monde est tres beautiful est full of seule grande human. cette monde est le seul monde j'aime et les seule monde je know. le premier statement des mon memoir de masters cette year est " culture, nationality, religion, skin color are the vague attempts of weak human beings to identify themselves with something strong. Be strong , be alone."
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Sadhana, Production : M.Chowdhury Prachesta (1956)
Like every other post dinner session I was googling. Everynight I google random things to get some entertainment. Tonight, when I was coming back from dinner I was trying hard to remember the name of the only film my grandfather made. It is a shame that I forgot that, but let me very honest, I never remembered most of his songs poems or his only film. For songs and poems I was kept away from all those things though I believe that I was the most close person to my grandfather. I dont remember anything baout him, I was very small when he died, but somehow our lives are same, only I got enough chances in my life, and I am not at all an artist. I dont remember him as a human being, all my pictures of him came from his lyrics poems and the stories related to him. And there are many many interesting stories. Anyway I was kept away from his songs and poetry since no one believed or still believes in my family that I have music or poetry in me. I dont know what is the precise reason behind that, maybe i dont look serious enough to convince others or sad enough to prove that I do understand poetry. My name was given by my grandfather. It is said that he thought i will do justice to my name. Its really interesting for me to understand whether my name predecided my nature or I unknowingly tried to justify my name. Anyway from the starting point I started developing a soft corner for him. The stories of going to opposition congress parties winning celebration after loosing the election as communist candidate in strict congress west bengal or the his some sort of autobiography where he honestly admits all the lies he had said made him one of my favourite human beings, my brother remains the favourite for me. He had the unique ability to accept anything new. My uncle's brother in law Gautam Chattopadhyay was trying to start a new generation of music in seventies. It was full of rock , country and jazz style in it but totally indianised, with mixture of baul, toppa, shyama sangit and bhatiyali. They were trying to change the whole concept of music arrangement in India. As usual no one accepted them. All of them broke apart and atlast in last 10 years they gained popularity in some parts of west bengal. Anyway that time they used to come to our home and talk with my grandfather as he was the first person to change the style of bengali lyrics. When all of the contemporary poets musicians rejected them my grandfather accepted Mohiner Ghoraguli and may be Mohiner ghoraguli paid their homage by covering one of my grandfathers songs "dinduniyar malik tomar din ke doya hoy na" ( the owner of this world dont you feel sad for the poor) . Change is the only constant , and he understood it better than anyone. I also liked his nationalism. The reason the stories about the film was kept away from me because still that phase is considered as dark phase in my family. My grandfather lost all his money for this film, even the jewellary of my grandmother. He almost killed himself, but didn't do that atlast. He lived. He lived an unemployed life, with three son (four son, one of them died) and one daughter and one wife. He lived and wrote songs and even the day he died he went to record one of his songs ad came back and had a silent heart attack and died. This rebels, like my grandfather and Gautam Chattopadhyay, probably defines the ideal human life properly. They suffer, people make fun of their apparent failures, but still they work silently, lives a common man's life, without any award or reward, and one day they die hiding all their pains. Their work remains there, people start to understand their point of view (for example the huge bengali rock and organised folk music industry taking shape in kolkata after the death of gautam chattopadhyay, pritam using the song prithibi for na jane koi, or suman starting a new generation music called jibon mukhi in early nineties after the death of my grandfather). Yes my grandfather and gautam chattopadhyay will be totally forgotten, may be their songs, after few years , will be used by others without any mention about them. But still in every independence day or any national celebration will be incomplete without "muktiro mondiro shopanotole", any debate on indian rock music will be toatlly incomplete without the mention of prithibita naki chhoto hote hote, there wont be any couple in kolkata who will never hear sohorer ushnotomodine. In some way people like him or gautam chattopadhyay or jibonanondo das never die. I salute this down to earth rebels, they confirm my belief that not everything is wrong in this world. Before finishing this aimless blog (like all the other things in my life) i wish to quote one of my favourite poems of jibonanondo das, in some sense he taugt me how bad poet I am, this is just remembering the master and all the other masters :
Amidst a vast meadow the last time when I met her
I said: 'Come again a time like this
if one day you so wish
twenty five years later.'
This been said, I came back home.
After that, many a time, the moon and the stars,
from field to field have died, the owls and the rats
searching grains in paddy fields on a moonlit night
fluttered and crept! - shut eyed
many times left and right
have slept
several souls! - awake kept I
all alone - the stars on the sky
travel fast
faster still, time speeds by.
Yet it seems
Twenty-five years will forever last.
Probably I will love to live.
Amidst a vast meadow the last time when I met her
I said: 'Come again a time like this
if one day you so wish
twenty five years later.'
This been said, I came back home.
After that, many a time, the moon and the stars,
from field to field have died, the owls and the rats
searching grains in paddy fields on a moonlit night
fluttered and crept! - shut eyed
many times left and right
have slept
several souls! - awake kept I
all alone - the stars on the sky
travel fast
faster still, time speeds by.
Yet it seems
Twenty-five years will forever last.
Probably I will love to live.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
two pems with bad translation
These are the two poems which somehow made me a little bit lazy today. Both translations are bad, that doesn't means the original ones are good. First one I wrote today , second one was probably written last summer or first month in padova.
eko-chhotro emon borshakale,
premik kemon aponmone chole
rasta,
sosta
jodi hoto tajmohol, kinai ditam, shonge
tukro takra moskora sombol, cake-er upor topping, shorbange
brishti mekhe,
k tumi ? dakle sheshe ?
chokh jholsay, bhalobeshe
takale.
ekprostho emon brishti hole,
premik tokhon premer kothai bole,
dhushor dine shorbange
mekhe bhalobashar theme,
altufaltu loke khnoje forsa hobar cream,
k tumi ? khnujle sheshe amake ?
In this one-umbrella rainy season,
lover walks his disntinguished road,
if the tajmahal were cheap, i would have gifted it, with
pieces of humor, topping over the cake,
with rain all over your body, who are you calling me ?
my eye burns , whenever i look at you with love.
whenever it rains like this,
lover talks about only love,
with the theme of love all over his body
in this greyish day,
and unimportant people search for fairness cream,
who are you searching for me atlast ?
hoyto neshay chhilam ?.
kimba shotti tumi shundor ?
kintu jokhon shobar shamney tumi
mishti heshey bolley
"tumi na khub flirt koro "
tokhon amar khub kharap legechhilo .
keno nodi keno ?
ae chapa dupur
tar majhey nongra jibon
bichhanay kotodiner purono gham
table-a tar chay-o purono Dostoyevsky,
hatey byathha kora dhowa bukey byathha diye to besh berochchhilo ,
tobey keno tumi ojana baank niye amar dikey-e eley ?
amakey jol khawaley
teshta berey gelo
ekhon prithhibir shob nodi shob shagor k paan korar j ichchha chhilo
ta puro puri choley gechhe .
shudhu tomar dharey boshey dekhbo r o nod nodi tomatey eshey mishchhey
r tumi cholechho shagorer dikey .
shagor shay bhishon akorshoniyo tomar kachhe ,
tar mahatyo , tatey mishey jabar jonyo tomar utteyjona konodin tumi
lokao ni .
hingsha hobey , ashto tomakey onyo kothao miley jetey dekhley
emonki durey jekhaney akash tomar shathey mishechhey shekhaney-o aami thaktey chae .
privacy boley kichhu rakhlam na.
keno nodi keno?
May be I was drunk ?
or you are really beautiful ?
but when you said infront of everybody witha sweet smile
that I flirt too much,
I was sad.
why nodi? why ?
this silent afternoon
and the dirty life in it,
old sweat on my bed,
even older doestoyevsky on my table,
hand paining smoke was smoothly going out after giving pain to my lungs,
then why you took a turn towards me ?
gave me water,
my thirst increased,
now the dream of drinking all the rivers and sea is completely gone.
i will just sit beside you now and see all the nod and nodi meeting with you,
and you are going towards the sea.
sea is very attarctive for you,
the hugeness of him and your urge of dissolving in him
you never hide.
i will be jealous to see you dissolving into something completely,
even far away where the sky meets you, i want to be there,
theres is no privacy for you , isn't it ?
why nodi, why ?
*Nodi is female river and nod is male river.
ae matro alo jolechhe,
mukhey rong ,akashey shondhe,
prokash korar onyo chhondey
onekey miley pordar dharey
tanbey ki tanbey na porda
dinbhor kilbiliye , loke esheychhe,
koyek gram ujar,
jonmo mrityu, koumarjo, sitar patal probesh,
gondho shukbo ki shukbo na
emon bhabna
nae kono kukurer.
bakira klanto
ae jogorjhompey
paley paley manush
matha ghurchhe
rong gondho poth shobdo ae niye
natok genthechhi
r stage-a ekhon jholmolay
bastobdhormi shajposhak.
eko-chhotro emon borshakale,
premik kemon aponmone chole
rasta,
sosta
jodi hoto tajmohol, kinai ditam, shonge
tukro takra moskora sombol, cake-er upor topping, shorbange
brishti mekhe,
k tumi ? dakle sheshe ?
chokh jholsay, bhalobeshe
takale.
ekprostho emon brishti hole,
premik tokhon premer kothai bole,
dhushor dine shorbange
mekhe bhalobashar theme,
altufaltu loke khnoje forsa hobar cream,
k tumi ? khnujle sheshe amake ?
In this one-umbrella rainy season,
lover walks his disntinguished road,
if the tajmahal were cheap, i would have gifted it, with
pieces of humor, topping over the cake,
with rain all over your body, who are you calling me ?
my eye burns , whenever i look at you with love.
whenever it rains like this,
lover talks about only love,
with the theme of love all over his body
in this greyish day,
and unimportant people search for fairness cream,
who are you searching for me atlast ?
hoyto neshay chhilam ?.
kimba shotti tumi shundor ?
kintu jokhon shobar shamney tumi
mishti heshey bolley
"tumi na khub flirt koro "
tokhon amar khub kharap legechhilo .
keno nodi keno ?
ae chapa dupur
tar majhey nongra jibon
bichhanay kotodiner purono gham
table-a tar chay-o purono Dostoyevsky,
hatey byathha kora dhowa bukey byathha diye to besh berochchhilo ,
tobey keno tumi ojana baank niye amar dikey-e eley ?
amakey jol khawaley
teshta berey gelo
ekhon prithhibir shob nodi shob shagor k paan korar j ichchha chhilo
ta puro puri choley gechhe .
shudhu tomar dharey boshey dekhbo r o nod nodi tomatey eshey mishchhey
r tumi cholechho shagorer dikey .
shagor shay bhishon akorshoniyo tomar kachhe ,
tar mahatyo , tatey mishey jabar jonyo tomar utteyjona konodin tumi
lokao ni .
hingsha hobey , ashto tomakey onyo kothao miley jetey dekhley
emonki durey jekhaney akash tomar shathey mishechhey shekhaney-o aami thaktey chae .
privacy boley kichhu rakhlam na.
keno nodi keno?
May be I was drunk ?
or you are really beautiful ?
but when you said infront of everybody witha sweet smile
that I flirt too much,
I was sad.
why nodi? why ?
this silent afternoon
and the dirty life in it,
old sweat on my bed,
even older doestoyevsky on my table,
hand paining smoke was smoothly going out after giving pain to my lungs,
then why you took a turn towards me ?
gave me water,
my thirst increased,
now the dream of drinking all the rivers and sea is completely gone.
i will just sit beside you now and see all the nod and nodi meeting with you,
and you are going towards the sea.
sea is very attarctive for you,
the hugeness of him and your urge of dissolving in him
you never hide.
i will be jealous to see you dissolving into something completely,
even far away where the sky meets you, i want to be there,
theres is no privacy for you , isn't it ?
why nodi, why ?
*Nodi is female river and nod is male river.
ae matro alo jolechhe,
mukhey rong ,akashey shondhe,
prokash korar onyo chhondey
onekey miley pordar dharey
tanbey ki tanbey na porda
dinbhor kilbiliye , loke esheychhe,
koyek gram ujar,
jonmo mrityu, koumarjo, sitar patal probesh,
gondho shukbo ki shukbo na
emon bhabna
nae kono kukurer.
bakira klanto
ae jogorjhompey
paley paley manush
matha ghurchhe
rong gondho poth shobdo ae niye
natok genthechhi
r stage-a ekhon jholmolay
bastobdhormi shajposhak.
just now the light has blossomed,
color on my face, evening all over the sky,
many have gathered beside the curtain
for the new rhythm of exaplanation,
should they pull the curtain ?
like insects people have come the whole day,
emptying few villages,
birth -death, virginity , patal prabesh of sita,
should i smell it or not ?
no dog thought about that ,
others are tired,
in this worldly sound and dance
people have gathered like beasts,
I am feeling dizzy.
with colors , smells , roads and words
i have embroided this play.
And on the stage glitters practical fashion.
Friday, June 13, 2008
When time ends, this morning, and the hidden memories are wrinkled
Happy , Happy, Happy. My father alwyas warned me that happiness is limited, so we should spend it properly. I dont believe, there is nothing limited in this world. Its our fault , its our limitation that we can only think about limited things, we only think when we are forced to think, we only think staying inside our limited resources of experiences and close all the other possibilities of feedback. Ritwik Ghatak once told a student "practise thinking". Yes it is very important. There are no particular ways of thinking, and there are nothing called good way of thinking or bad way of thinking. Every second our mind thinks, sometime we dont even know what is she thinking about. We just try to control our mind and make it to think with us. But it is not supposed to be that way. It is we who should make ourselves think with our mind.
Today everyone is in a phislosophical mood, so I thought I should add my pakao philosophies too. Saurabh bhaiya as usual can easily become the prophet in a world where people have good sense of humor and open mind to accept new things. I dont know the last time when I learned so many things from a single person, I also dont remember the last time when I had so many galis from a single person. After this academic year, as the life of a graduate student has this as the unit of year, I will miss those b.b (balcony bashing), b.f (balcony fundebaji) and b.s (balcony smoking) days with him. As I lokk back to my two years of masters in europe today, I dont feel that it was at all fruitless. I didnt produce that much mathematically that i was supposed to produce, given the motivation and background i had in mathematics after undergarduation. But then I learned so many things. I learned how to live and not succumb to the pressure of the outside world. I learned how to be happy with small things. I learned how to enjoy alone. Srushti is basically a funny creature, who thinks and produces trash philosophies ( better than mine offcourse), but he is very helpful. His room in weekends in paris was a real escape for me. All those experiments of cooking and chutiyapa has made me a good marriage material . See I can cook reasonably, I have a weird sense of umor (aleast I have it ok), I can live with other human beings peacefully, I can talk about nonsense for a long time, I like kids, I am happy with the option of being a househusband or a dog, and most importantly I dont get bored with anything after this two years.
So srushti told me that he liked the songs I recorded last year in Paris. He is the second person to say that. And I am very happy that atleast there exists two human beings who liked them. One of the songs was written for one of my friends. His name is Saurabh Shaw. But we know him as Chasa (farmer) (for his dehati way of living), hulo (for his love for cats and he also looks like male cats). the song was an attempt to make this phenomena called chasa in every college. The lyrics is vulgar and dont try to understand it if you dont appreciate vulgarity.
Myao Myao chasa,
moder gorob asha,
kokhono awush amon dhan, kokhono desi aon dhan,
shokale lota haate mathe ghate bosha,
shay j trendy chasa , chay rendi khasa,
kokhono menir telephone, kohono nijer guprodhon
babai-e haat buliye dnat keliye hasa.
chashi bhai khetekhute, bhablo bekar e jawani
onekdin beral chude gonorrhea-r hoyrani
gamla gamla birjo dhele chashar shine shirshirani
pokar marar worldcup-a chasha jitlo menir joni
tarpor jemonti hoy, e golpo same golpo noy
mondirer kone shesh bhalobasha
myao myao myao chasha.
The second song is a non vulgar one, and maybe it is not that good, but it has a very fresh tune :
amar bhalobasha kothay umi aaj,
jokhon shomoy shesh hoy
shatshokale aaj
paat kora shob smriti te porlo bhnaj.
r pache tomar amar prem bnache
jholshe jay kono kobita
paar kore shomoy-thomoy joto achhe
gupto ajke shobita
table konay thongay thongay shobdo aaj hochche jobdo
cable theke tv chhoray dirghoswash
table konay thongay thongay shobdo aaj hochche jobdo
shower khule khamkhelyalir srabon mash.
amar bhalo basha kothay tumi aaj
jokhon shomoy shesh hoy shaatshokale aaj
paat kora shob smritite porlo bhnaj.
Bt my favourite songs remain ai raat, the lyrics is a bit immature but anyway it was written 3 years back.
There are few poeple who are so lovable that you can not help yourself . Yes I have met this kind of people, most of the time when i am in a very bad phase of my life. And most of the time after the bad phase is over they leave, it is like that always. Every sentence is terminated by a full stop. But, hey, the last sentence of this blog is not , I just l
Today everyone is in a phislosophical mood, so I thought I should add my pakao philosophies too. Saurabh bhaiya as usual can easily become the prophet in a world where people have good sense of humor and open mind to accept new things. I dont know the last time when I learned so many things from a single person, I also dont remember the last time when I had so many galis from a single person. After this academic year, as the life of a graduate student has this as the unit of year, I will miss those b.b (balcony bashing), b.f (balcony fundebaji) and b.s (balcony smoking) days with him. As I lokk back to my two years of masters in europe today, I dont feel that it was at all fruitless. I didnt produce that much mathematically that i was supposed to produce, given the motivation and background i had in mathematics after undergarduation. But then I learned so many things. I learned how to live and not succumb to the pressure of the outside world. I learned how to be happy with small things. I learned how to enjoy alone. Srushti is basically a funny creature, who thinks and produces trash philosophies ( better than mine offcourse), but he is very helpful. His room in weekends in paris was a real escape for me. All those experiments of cooking and chutiyapa has made me a good marriage material . See I can cook reasonably, I have a weird sense of umor (aleast I have it ok), I can live with other human beings peacefully, I can talk about nonsense for a long time, I like kids, I am happy with the option of being a househusband or a dog, and most importantly I dont get bored with anything after this two years.
So srushti told me that he liked the songs I recorded last year in Paris. He is the second person to say that. And I am very happy that atleast there exists two human beings who liked them. One of the songs was written for one of my friends. His name is Saurabh Shaw. But we know him as Chasa (farmer) (for his dehati way of living), hulo (for his love for cats and he also looks like male cats). the song was an attempt to make this phenomena called chasa in every college. The lyrics is vulgar and dont try to understand it if you dont appreciate vulgarity.
Myao Myao chasa,
moder gorob asha,
kokhono awush amon dhan, kokhono desi aon dhan,
shokale lota haate mathe ghate bosha,
shay j trendy chasa , chay rendi khasa,
kokhono menir telephone, kohono nijer guprodhon
babai-e haat buliye dnat keliye hasa.
chashi bhai khetekhute, bhablo bekar e jawani
onekdin beral chude gonorrhea-r hoyrani
gamla gamla birjo dhele chashar shine shirshirani
pokar marar worldcup-a chasha jitlo menir joni
tarpor jemonti hoy, e golpo same golpo noy
mondirer kone shesh bhalobasha
myao myao myao chasha.
The second song is a non vulgar one, and maybe it is not that good, but it has a very fresh tune :
amar bhalobasha kothay umi aaj,
jokhon shomoy shesh hoy
shatshokale aaj
paat kora shob smriti te porlo bhnaj.
r pache tomar amar prem bnache
jholshe jay kono kobita
paar kore shomoy-thomoy joto achhe
gupto ajke shobita
table konay thongay thongay shobdo aaj hochche jobdo
cable theke tv chhoray dirghoswash
table konay thongay thongay shobdo aaj hochche jobdo
shower khule khamkhelyalir srabon mash.
amar bhalo basha kothay tumi aaj
jokhon shomoy shesh hoy shaatshokale aaj
paat kora shob smritite porlo bhnaj.
Bt my favourite songs remain ai raat, the lyrics is a bit immature but anyway it was written 3 years back.
There are few poeple who are so lovable that you can not help yourself . Yes I have met this kind of people, most of the time when i am in a very bad phase of my life. And most of the time after the bad phase is over they leave, it is like that always. Every sentence is terminated by a full stop. But, hey, the last sentence of this blog is not , I just l
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Obama, pseudo humanist , few baseless italians, cubism
I dont have hard feelings for any community , but yes i hate certain people. those who try to identify themselves with the powerfuls, those who are too weak to stand alone, those who are not aware of the world but still makes comments about them. Today was a hard day. Tried a lot to sleep but two problems kept me awake all the time. Just when I was sure that if I dont sleep i will be dead by the overdose of caffine I had to leave my bed to go to the student secratariat . That place is a machchhibazar. Full of childish phirangis , dressing like as if there is nothing real attached to their existence, everything is a bloody show off and they just trying to hide the baselessness of their life by their guccis and armanis. wonder how did they manage to get up so early to put make up and all those crazy perfumes and wear all those weird clothes and come to the student secretariat. The most boring part of the european stay is that you will never find any interesting conversation where you can learn any new thing, even any new jokes. Wonder how could such creatively challenged people enjoy the majority of the resources of this world. Knock Knock, God, are you white ? So I was there in that bloody mess with all this safedi ki jhnak. I have started hating the white color these days. Good for me, atlast I am doing something which can be calssified as universal virtue. I waited there for 30 minutes, then my turn came, I went to the counter, then guy in the counter took me to some weird lady whose only aim of life is to show how difficult is typing in computer by making disturbing noices. She asked me to wait there, wait for the person in chanrge, who was probably watching porn or playing 3 patti in his computer. I waited another 30-40 minutes. Just imagine , you haven't slept for last 36 hours and you have come to this place without eating anything , and the guy is doing some chutiyapa in his computer, and you are sitting there , in that circus. I never felt such a strong urge of killing someone in my life. There were pathetic human beings, there were ignorant human beings, but that dimag ka paidal was a most jhnatu idot i have ever seen. He called me after a long time, I went there, he made a face as if he is doing a favour to me. He started speaking in italian. Languages are very easy specially european. I understand Italin if someone speaks slowly, offcourse all these european language which can be classified under the monkey group language are not rich enough to be difficult. I dont speak any of them, since this is my personal choice. For me speaking in C++ is much more challenging than speaking in french or german or italian. He finished his work, I felt like putting that guys face on the table and drilling a hole in his head very slowly. that part was finished, then I went to the insti. Tried to print off some document but that middle age machine didn't work properly. Then had lunch, went to uni again, waited for the last lecture of the course called "Realization". Europeans never understood what understanding it, the more they pretended the more they moved away from understanding and the more they pretended. This realization course is like any other eurpean mathematical course. Which shows the emptyness of the western thought processing. After all it takes a Gandhi or Buddha to show the simple facts and paths. I can take responsibility of atleast the failure of the course Realization as most of the talk were given by me and I am a really bad speaker, and there were no apparent relation between my talks. The choices of the topics were not mine. Before the course I thought that we will cover Motives and that is the main area of interest of this course, So I read the lecture notes on motives , then the course was just a simple bachcha gradutae level cohomology course, where you come and talk abot trivial things, which even a child can understand given suffiecient time. Then it became a course of vague category theory, which is not mathematics, then it became vague nomenclatures of things. And ended with the two most boring and unprepared talks. Today was one of them. I couldn't keep myself awake for the lecture. So I started painting. The prof Haramadaletto invited everyone for diner in his home after the lecture. I didn't sleep, it was more than 48 hours then. I went there. Well this pseudosophisticated pepole of europe really pisses me off. None of them are strong. They lack confidence, they lack talent but still they pretend. Normally in this kind of company I dont feel like speaking, moreover I was tired, then got drunk, then there was this typical western post lunch conversation. Topic chnaged to politics. It became Obama bashing. Chutiya letto said that he doesn't like Obama as he doesn't know about the world. I was angry, felt like breaking chutiyalettos naak, wahipe.Safidi ke jhnak, gay putra , Chris said that it is very important for usa to have him as president as he will be the first black president. As if Obamas wole existence is determined by his skin color. I couldn't stop myself. This was too much. I dont care about who was who there, only thing that came in my mind was the chanakya theory, samul vinash and tiraskar for enemies. I know that this phirangi people has lived their phokat ka life for a long time. NOw either they should be enslaved or terminated. All powers should join hand to destroy this pretentious western culture. Sarpa krudha , khala krudha, phirangi krudhatara khala. Whiteness should be eliminated from this world.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
You have Kota they have quota
Anger rules. India is teh highest producers of donkeys is a very well known fact. It is also well known that Indian Government , till recently funded many Institute of national importance to produce high number of Donkeys. So there were IIT's and AIIMs and all those stuffs. What you have to do become a Donkey ? It's easy, learn how to integrate and differentiate without even knowing what integration and differentiation means, learn how to memorize complex organic chemistry bullshit, learn how to pretend that you know physics by just solving problems from pirimitive physics books like H C verma , gather all the probable "types" of questions from FIIT JEE's and Brilliant. And then the last resort , ask your father to spend some money for you for the grooming procedure in Kota. Every year the money spend by the parents for their beloved meritorious donkeys for the preparation of the entrance exam can easily feed half of the hungry people in subsaharan africa. But hey , don't you want to go to IIT or AIIM. Don't you like the kool life after IIT or in IIT. People will love you, wherever you go, you are the next avatar of vishnu or something like that, and what about the kool lingo they use ? Even you can write books, people will love it, however bad it is literally. And then you can protest too, wearing hip clothes , with fancy placards, and burning the Indian costitution, since it was written by a pro reservationist dalit. Most often parents will encourage their son to prepare , not much for the daughters, they are not strong enough, isn't it ? don't you know that girls are scared of mathematics ? they always do well in those subjects where you need to memorize, like arts ? Yes you are right arts is not a real subject. Have you met any poet who had a car , or a painter who goes to disco every night and speaks in angreji all the time ? Or a small film maker who says that reservation should be abolished. How can they afford, they are not intelligent enough to understand all these stuffs. They are the scum of the academic world, they go for arts.
In my high school many people tried to seduce me to go to the IITs. Yes I am not intelligent enough. I had real problems with big integration, I never understood the point of chemistry. After mechanics the high school physics lookes so obscure and out of place. I studied arts, I read poems, a lot of them. I read stories, I studied books on cinema, even religion. I was out of the competitive world as I was not intelligent. My parents somehow hooked me with this physics teacher whose only aim in his life was to crowd the iits with his students. I wont lie, but he liked me. May be because in the first half I was really interested in phyics, and doing well. But then every reasonable humna being needs a motivation for learning something, the motivation should be more than getting a job. I didnt find any. Forget that part, that freaks me out. Anyway the discussion of IITs started because I found another youth for equality jackass. Yes I am very very pro reservationist. I believe that those who claims to be brahmins rajputs or thakurs should be killed as soon as possible. I believe that all the prophets were victim of hallucination, all religions can be easily reconstructed by any seven year old child, god is not a useful concept. There were few incidents in last 10 years which gave me a lot of information about the real world. Though it screwed up my academic life. One was this youth for equality bullshit and the comments of barkha dutt and chetan bhagat, then this gujrat riots , and one of my friend facing implicit discrimination from her parents for being a girl child. All of them are related , though I dont have any concrete theory to describe the relation. So the story for this article is this : I read a comment of a kid in an orkut community, some IIT aspirant , who believes that his chances of getting into IIT is less because of the reservation issue :
He wrote :
In my high school many people tried to seduce me to go to the IITs. Yes I am not intelligent enough. I had real problems with big integration, I never understood the point of chemistry. After mechanics the high school physics lookes so obscure and out of place. I studied arts, I read poems, a lot of them. I read stories, I studied books on cinema, even religion. I was out of the competitive world as I was not intelligent. My parents somehow hooked me with this physics teacher whose only aim in his life was to crowd the iits with his students. I wont lie, but he liked me. May be because in the first half I was really interested in phyics, and doing well. But then every reasonable humna being needs a motivation for learning something, the motivation should be more than getting a job. I didnt find any. Forget that part, that freaks me out. Anyway the discussion of IITs started because I found another youth for equality jackass. Yes I am very very pro reservationist. I believe that those who claims to be brahmins rajputs or thakurs should be killed as soon as possible. I believe that all the prophets were victim of hallucination, all religions can be easily reconstructed by any seven year old child, god is not a useful concept. There were few incidents in last 10 years which gave me a lot of information about the real world. Though it screwed up my academic life. One was this youth for equality bullshit and the comments of barkha dutt and chetan bhagat, then this gujrat riots , and one of my friend facing implicit discrimination from her parents for being a girl child. All of them are related , though I dont have any concrete theory to describe the relation. So the story for this article is this : I read a comment of a kid in an orkut community, some IIT aspirant , who believes that his chances of getting into IIT is less because of the reservation issue :
He wrote :
"reservation sucks
reservation sucks
u are self centered
The person who comes to sweep an clean up in our house is a kayastha like me
he lives with family of 6people in 1 room and a makeshift bathroom
He won't be getting reservation bcoz he is of high caste and suposedly gets more previliges.
will u give up ur place fr his son who is giving his exams this year
he had to borrow money to even get forms and stationary for this
reservation sucks
Anyway
whatever was done in the past centuries was not done by me
Did I personally opress ur forefathers
All I am aiming for is a good career and my chances of getting in a good college is
only 50% even though I am still in my 11 th and have not even given my 12 th exams
Am I a lesser citizen because of my caste? bcoz of what someone else had done?
Answer me"
and also :
"The girl whom u have showed in profile pic, the people who don't get 3 square meals a day are never going to be able to reap the benefits of reservation
Why???????/
because--- They don't have access to basic/primary education
the people who will be at advantage will be people from towns and cities who have adequate access to education and and other essential facilities
people from middle class and high income groups
ministers,businessmen,big shop owners etc who don't really face a crisis.
It won't affect that tea stall owner in front of ur house,neither will it help those rickshaw pullers or the farmer ploughing his field.
Why?
Again the answer is education.
These people don't have access to basic amneties like clean water,let alone education
And u expect them to leapfrog into universities ????????
u r just greedy people,nothing else"
I wrote :
Reservation is not for economic justice it is for social justice. Our existence largely depends on our social status not economic power. Simple facts contradicting your point of
view:
1. A rich mans wife is also rich but is she powerful socially ?
2. u said : The person who comes to sweep an clean up in our house is a kayastha like me
he lives with family of 6people in 1 room and a makeshift bathroom
He won't be getting reservation bcoz he is of high caste and suposedly gets more previliges.
will u give up ur place fr his son who is giving his exams this year
he had to borrow money to even get forms and stationary for this
I say : That kayastha will always try to arrange money for his sons education, as they have the culture of education in their family. think about those people who are not allowed to study for thousand years. Will they do the same thing ? This kayastha knows that once his son crosses the threshold of higher education and gets a good job his social status will be same as you or any other middleclass. But what about backward caste , who is made to believe that whatever happens they are backward caste and socially they dont have any power.
All this drama for youth for equality shows that how reservation is imporatnt. How many stories of injustice with dalits you have ever heard ? Those stories are told to you by some people who are not dalits. As if they don't even have the right to protest for themselves. In our so called modern world all of us still believe that those who are socially powerful has the right to protest and also we hold the right to protest for others. Our system taught us that if we protest it will be heard, media will cover it, police wont kill the protestors as all of us belong to so called good families. But when they try to protest no one will go, they are just scum of the society. Only we, the strongs can represent them when our personal motive is not at stake.
you and your youth of equality sound like Marx, who once said about the peole trying to get freedom from colonisation : " They cannot represent themselves, they must be represented "- Karl Marx, The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte.
you said:
whatever was done in the past centuries was not done by me
Did I personally opress ur forefathers
All I am aiming for is a good career and my chances of getting in a good college is
only 50% even though I am still in my 11 th and have not even given my 12 th exams
Am I a lesser citizen because of my caste? bcoz of what someone else had done?
Answer me
I say :
This reservation is not an act of revenge, it is a damage repairing algorithm. The only reason India was colonized by British, was the Kingdom was not the representative of Indians. Now you look at the present or any government, do you see the representation of classes properly in it ? Look at any educational institute or any MNC or any goevernment office, do you see equal representation. Equal representation is important for economy. If a huge part of the population fails to represent in all these things , their contribution to GDP becomes zero and hence they also get back the minimal social and economical benifits. So the end result is they remain dormant for years. Its you who is selfish. Try to understand the reality, though you have always the option to run away from it, like your forefathers did, but then you will be pulling our country back to the middle ages.
You said :
The girl whom u have showed in profile pic, the people who don't get 3 square meals a day are never going to be able to reap the benefits of reservation.
I say :
How do you know that they wont get the benifit ? Grass root level reservation has many minus point, it will divide our divided indian society more. Childhood time is the time when you get your prejuidices developing and those prejuidices most often never leaves. So ig you start telling a child about his or her caste and the importance of it by reservation from grass root level, then we will have million countries inside India. And anyway after you finish your education you are not going to help that girl in that picture. So why dont you keep your mouth shut.
This maggus from IIT and AIIMS never knew what struggle is, how does it feel to receive social discrimination for being someone from a lower caste. Their definition of struggle is the struggle to memorize things for the entrance exam. Where you will study for three years without knowing why you are studying. You study maths just to do well in maths exam so that you get in some bullshit engg college and then you get a big salary job. So your struggle or their struggle has nothing great in it. This struggle is protected by your parents. They constantly supply you with books, food, Brilliant FIITJEE material (worth lakhs of rupees), private tutors, probably a place in the "KOTA" factory of developing donkeys. You have Kota for you so they have quota for them.
You and with all due respect to your forefathers, they, never knew about this world properly. Grow up grow up."
Before the end , this what one website realted to Kota says :
"Welcome to coaching city. Once Rajasthan's biggest industrial hub, Kota is now churning out the highest number of IITians in the country and the institutes claim that one-third of the nearly 5,000 students who crack the JEE are groomed in Kota."
I am really interested to know what Barkha Dutt and Chetan Bhagat will say about this .
The person who comes to sweep an clean up in our house is a kayastha like me
he lives with family of 6people in 1 room and a makeshift bathroom
He won't be getting reservation bcoz he is of high caste and suposedly gets more previliges.
will u give up ur place fr his son who is giving his exams this year
he had to borrow money to even get forms and stationary for this
reservation sucks
Anyway
whatever was done in the past centuries was not done by me
Did I personally opress ur forefathers
All I am aiming for is a good career and my chances of getting in a good college is
only 50% even though I am still in my 11 th and have not even given my 12 th exams
Am I a lesser citizen because of my caste? bcoz of what someone else had done?
Answer me"
and also :
"The girl whom u have showed in profile pic, the people who don't get 3 square meals a day are never going to be able to reap the benefits of reservation
Why???????/
because--- They don't have access to basic/primary education
the people who will be at advantage will be people from towns and cities who have adequate access to education and and other essential facilities
people from middle class and high income groups
ministers,businessmen,big shop owners etc who don't really face a crisis.
It won't affect that tea stall owner in front of ur house,neither will it help those rickshaw pullers or the farmer ploughing his field.
Why?
Again the answer is education.
These people don't have access to basic amneties like clean water,let alone education
And u expect them to leapfrog into universities ????????
u r just greedy people,nothing else"
I wrote :
Reservation is not for economic justice it is for social justice. Our existence largely depends on our social status not economic power. Simple facts contradicting your point of
view:
1. A rich mans wife is also rich but is she powerful socially ?
2. u said : The person who comes to sweep an clean up in our house is a kayastha like me
he lives with family of 6people in 1 room and a makeshift bathroom
He won't be getting reservation bcoz he is of high caste and suposedly gets more previliges.
will u give up ur place fr his son who is giving his exams this year
he had to borrow money to even get forms and stationary for this
I say : That kayastha will always try to arrange money for his sons education, as they have the culture of education in their family. think about those people who are not allowed to study for thousand years. Will they do the same thing ? This kayastha knows that once his son crosses the threshold of higher education and gets a good job his social status will be same as you or any other middleclass. But what about backward caste , who is made to believe that whatever happens they are backward caste and socially they dont have any power.
All this drama for youth for equality shows that how reservation is imporatnt. How many stories of injustice with dalits you have ever heard ? Those stories are told to you by some people who are not dalits. As if they don't even have the right to protest for themselves. In our so called modern world all of us still believe that those who are socially powerful has the right to protest and also we hold the right to protest for others. Our system taught us that if we protest it will be heard, media will cover it, police wont kill the protestors as all of us belong to so called good families. But when they try to protest no one will go, they are just scum of the society. Only we, the strongs can represent them when our personal motive is not at stake.
you and your youth of equality sound like Marx, who once said about the peole trying to get freedom from colonisation : " They cannot represent themselves, they must be represented "- Karl Marx, The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte.
you said:
whatever was done in the past centuries was not done by me
Did I personally opress ur forefathers
All I am aiming for is a good career and my chances of getting in a good college is
only 50% even though I am still in my 11 th and have not even given my 12 th exams
Am I a lesser citizen because of my caste? bcoz of what someone else had done?
Answer me
I say :
This reservation is not an act of revenge, it is a damage repairing algorithm. The only reason India was colonized by British, was the Kingdom was not the representative of Indians. Now you look at the present or any government, do you see the representation of classes properly in it ? Look at any educational institute or any MNC or any goevernment office, do you see equal representation. Equal representation is important for economy. If a huge part of the population fails to represent in all these things , their contribution to GDP becomes zero and hence they also get back the minimal social and economical benifits. So the end result is they remain dormant for years. Its you who is selfish. Try to understand the reality, though you have always the option to run away from it, like your forefathers did, but then you will be pulling our country back to the middle ages.
You said :
The girl whom u have showed in profile pic, the people who don't get 3 square meals a day are never going to be able to reap the benefits of reservation.
I say :
How do you know that they wont get the benifit ? Grass root level reservation has many minus point, it will divide our divided indian society more. Childhood time is the time when you get your prejuidices developing and those prejuidices most often never leaves. So ig you start telling a child about his or her caste and the importance of it by reservation from grass root level, then we will have million countries inside India. And anyway after you finish your education you are not going to help that girl in that picture. So why dont you keep your mouth shut.
This maggus from IIT and AIIMS never knew what struggle is, how does it feel to receive social discrimination for being someone from a lower caste. Their definition of struggle is the struggle to memorize things for the entrance exam. Where you will study for three years without knowing why you are studying. You study maths just to do well in maths exam so that you get in some bullshit engg college and then you get a big salary job. So your struggle or their struggle has nothing great in it. This struggle is protected by your parents. They constantly supply you with books, food, Brilliant FIITJEE material (worth lakhs of rupees), private tutors, probably a place in the "KOTA" factory of developing donkeys. You have Kota for you so they have quota for them.
You and with all due respect to your forefathers, they, never knew about this world properly. Grow up grow up."
Before the end , this what one website realted to Kota says :
"Welcome to coaching city. Once Rajasthan's biggest industrial hub, Kota is now churning out the highest number of IITians in the country and the institutes claim that one-third of the nearly 5,000 students who crack the JEE are groomed in Kota."
I am really interested to know what Barkha Dutt and Chetan Bhagat will say about this .
pyar ke side effects
Its a very late morning again. And I dont take any responsibility for this. Yesterday evening I was angry. So there was this hedache, the biggest one of last few months. So slept late, and it was really hard to get up when your head pains and the weather is shit. But, the future of the day doesn't look that bad . I am not the only one who is angry or who deserves to be angry. I read this news
http://in.news.yahoo.com/indiaabroad/20080607/r_t_ians_nl_general/tnl-love-struck-man-climbs-15-floors-fal-b9e311f_1.html
. Just imagine a guy trying to climb a drainpipe to meet someone in the dead fo the night , he climbs first floor , then second then he goes up up , motivated enough to not look down. But just when he is there, he looks down and thats it , free fall. There was a line in Herbert :
Balloon, rocket , birds , steps , whatever goes up comes down. And by newton , with same end velocity and acceleration. Justice is there only after death.
The news ends like this :
"There is no one that we can hold accountable for the accident but the victim himself, who was foolish enough to climb up the drain pipe," said Deputy Commissioner of Police Sateesh Balan.
Then there was this news :
http://in.news.yahoo.com/indiaabroad/20080606/r_t_ians_nl_general/tnl-love-for-empty-bullet-lands-woman-in-b9e311f.html
She must be very angry. She just loves empty bullets. Like Dharmendra likes khoon of is favourite dog, or ramgopal verma loves bal thackre, or salman khan loves black bucks or Osama loves USA. Like all these people her love was so non violent, still police stopped her. Can you imagine police stopping Morarji Desai carrying a bottle of fresh yellow urine ? Then why this discrimination. Well, Morarji Desai was a national pride, for Pakistan. He is the only Indian to receive the highest civilian awards from both India and Pakistan, namely the Bharat Ratna and Nishaan-e-Pakistan. He had tried hard to run for the nobel peace prize like all the prime ministers before Manmohan Singh ( modulo Indira Gandhi) tried. His best friend was Zia ul-Haq. He shared every news with him, his breakfast, the color f his morning shit , the briefings from RAW. The great story of how he didnt believe the RAW briefing that Pakistan is developing their nuclear power and called Zia ul-Haq and told him that RAW is giving all this weird stories is really one of the greatest stories of friendship and love. But he was the greatest inventor of auto urine theory. Don't laugh , this theory is really sound. Atleast drinking your own piss is far better than drinking others isn't it . Read the following story to start respecting our great leader bharat ratna Morarji Desai :
http://in.news.yahoo.com/ani/20080607/r_t_ani_nl_nri/tnl-cow-urine-as-anti-diabetic-drug-d03182a.html
http://in.news.yahoo.com/indiaabroad/20080607/r_t_ians_nl_general/tnl-love-struck-man-climbs-15-floors-fal-b9e311f_1.html
. Just imagine a guy trying to climb a drainpipe to meet someone in the dead fo the night , he climbs first floor , then second then he goes up up , motivated enough to not look down. But just when he is there, he looks down and thats it , free fall. There was a line in Herbert :
Balloon, rocket , birds , steps , whatever goes up comes down. And by newton , with same end velocity and acceleration. Justice is there only after death.
The news ends like this :
"There is no one that we can hold accountable for the accident but the victim himself, who was foolish enough to climb up the drain pipe," said Deputy Commissioner of Police Sateesh Balan.
Then there was this news :
http://in.news.yahoo.com/indiaabroad/20080606/r_t_ians_nl_general/tnl-love-for-empty-bullet-lands-woman-in-b9e311f.html
She must be very angry. She just loves empty bullets. Like Dharmendra likes khoon of is favourite dog, or ramgopal verma loves bal thackre, or salman khan loves black bucks or Osama loves USA. Like all these people her love was so non violent, still police stopped her. Can you imagine police stopping Morarji Desai carrying a bottle of fresh yellow urine ? Then why this discrimination. Well, Morarji Desai was a national pride, for Pakistan. He is the only Indian to receive the highest civilian awards from both India and Pakistan, namely the Bharat Ratna and Nishaan-e-Pakistan. He had tried hard to run for the nobel peace prize like all the prime ministers before Manmohan Singh ( modulo Indira Gandhi) tried. His best friend was Zia ul-Haq. He shared every news with him, his breakfast, the color f his morning shit , the briefings from RAW. The great story of how he didnt believe the RAW briefing that Pakistan is developing their nuclear power and called Zia ul-Haq and told him that RAW is giving all this weird stories is really one of the greatest stories of friendship and love. But he was the greatest inventor of auto urine theory. Don't laugh , this theory is really sound. Atleast drinking your own piss is far better than drinking others isn't it . Read the following story to start respecting our great leader bharat ratna Morarji Desai :
http://in.news.yahoo.com/ani/20080607/r_t_ani_nl_nri/tnl-cow-urine-as-anti-diabetic-drug-d03182a.html
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Bewafa Deepika ya baal baal dekho

First censor di certificate.
Film name Bewafa Deepika ya baal baal dekho. Universal yet adult. Language : Slangali.

Then dhnechu production presents :

A boring picture movie:
BEWAFA DEEPIKA YA BAAL BAAL DEKHO.
The title song starts
http://www.esnips.com/doc/89855daf-36c2-46a0-88ba-eff921ebb0ae/Shei-hawa
You can see the room of Mr X. As all the things in his room gets listed on the screen you can see the starting credits. All the names are attached with a tag to the different different objects of the room. The title song fades and you can see Mr X on his bed , half naked, showing his skinny muscles.
The alarm clock starts ringing. It is 8 30 , he has to go to the first lecture. It goes on, he canges his sleeping position, throws the pillow to the clock, after 10 minutes of this philosophical fight MR X gives up. He gets up, the first word of the day coming from his mouth is " gandu saala, antkurir byata ( son of impotent)". He changes the alarm to 10 30. He goes to the bathroom, takes toothpaste on his toothbrush, washes his face, looks at it , feels disgusted ,
Mr X : " Saala er theke gadhar na chhochano pod bhalo ( even dirty arse of donkey is better than this ).
With the toothpaste in his mouth he sits on his bed, he goes to the vishnu position , logs in, reads times of india and bbc, while reading bbc he keeps saying "dhyamna phirangi". Then goes to orkut , goes to his freinds profile, then friends to friends, friends to friends to friend, friends to friends ......... to friend profile. Goes to santbanta checks out all the new wallpapers. And suddenly he looks at the wallpaper of Deepika , Oh deepika Oh Deepika :
song : http://www.esnips.com/doc/bbce22a2-5e79-48d1-828a-5f5370c382e1/Ajab-Si---Om-Shanti-Om
He goes through all the posters of deepika. His fleshless face covers up with emotion and his mouth fills up with the froth of the toothpaste. He finds out that he took part in some competition where the winer will get a chance to talk with deepika padukone by phone. The song is almost over , suddenly his phone rings, he receives the phone, and from the opposite side a woman voice confirms that X has won the prize to talk with deepika, all the froth comes out from his mouth because of surprise, excitement , love etc etc etc. He waits for Deepika, and she starts talking.
Deepika : Hi,
X : .......
Deepika : Hi, Is it , Palandu Choudhury.
X : .....
Deepika : Hi, Can you hear me. What happened to the line. I think I lost him.
X (shouting) : No, No, I am not lost. I am here.
Deepika : So you are here.
X : YA Ya,Good morning Deepika. I am your greatest fan . I have seen Om Shanti Om 15 times.
Deepika : (fake blushing) Because of fans like you we enjoy our stardom. Thanks Pandu.
X: Its Palandu.
Deepika: Oh I am sorry. Thanks Palandu. You have a nice name. What is the meaning ?
X: You have the best name deepika. Light .
Deepika: And the meaning of your name ?
X: God knows.
Deepika: Very meaningful. God knows.
X: NO , NO...
Deepika: So Palandu, how is life treating you. Tell me something about you. We dont get the oppurtunity to know about our fans. Thanks to radio mirchi, TVS sporty, Pepsi, Fair and lovely ... and all the sponsors of this show ....
X: I love you, I mean I love your acting. I always wanted to meet you. It was my dream, now it is partially reality.
Deepika: And what do you do ?
X : You know Yuvraj is a good cricketer but not your type... He is a big flirt, not that stable. You need someone who is stable..
Deepika: Ha ha ha, Palandu ji, this are all rumors.
X: Really. Is it true ? Yeah, I didn't believe it . But you know, you stay so far away, so all this interent news are the only way to know about you. But these bustards....
Deepika : Palandu ji....
X: So Yuvraj is not there. Even I am single Deepika. I am looking for someone who is stable , caring, beautiful, what about you ?
Deepika : You are really funny .
background song starts :
http://www.esnips.com/doc/2ed53f3b-6c16-4d77-9546-c99fcc7cf78b/chandrabindu_Jodi_bolo
X: Yes , all my friend say that. But when you say it means a lot. I have even acted in school plays. Once I was a Donkey in a play. I forgot my lines and started crying. Everyone laughed.
Deepika : He, he
X: You didn't tell me which kind of guy you like .
Deepika: Well, I am busy with films now, and I dont want to be in relationship now, it takes lots of time you know.
X: No , No. Ok. But when you will have time.
Deepika: Someone who loves me, who matured, intelligent, caring, honest, witty.
X: So like Sharrukh khan in Swadesh.
Deepika: He He, Shahrukh is great.
X: You will like someone like shahrukh.
Deepika : Shahrukh in Om shanti Om. He looks kool in it . With his new stye and body
X looks at his body with a sigh of dissapointment.
Deepika : and his new hair style.
X: So you like guys with long hair.
X feels really bad as he shaved his head few days back. Now he doesn't satisfy any of deepikas condition except loving, caring and witty .
Deepika : I mean guys with long hair looks good. But honesty is very important.
X: Yes, Yes honesty honesty. I also like honest people. It seems our taste matches. But its sad that i wont be able to meet you .
Deepika: Oh Palandu ji, you are a nice guy. I will love to meet you.
X: I will only love if I meet you. But it seems impossible.
Deepika: Ohh palandu ji, dont be sad. Ok its a deal . I will meet you when I go to your place. Hey I am going to your place next week. I will take your contacts from the competition. I will try my best to meet you.
X: Really, really really.........
The phone disconnects, the alarm clock rings , Its 10 30. For the first time the alarm clock doesn't piss him off. But still he changes the alarm to 4: 30.
He calls his friend to tell the story and figures out that probably this is the last and first chance to
impress Deepika. What a luck. his friend was sleeping. Those who sleep have their luck sleeping with them.
Interval of the short film.
Enjoy the trailors of the other movies.........
Smoking is strictly prohibited inside the theatre.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
angrezi and raincoat
What is the best phrase to describe a british. Srushti came up with this brilliant idea. Why not N.R.I ? Think about this. Yesterday night internet died, so it was boring. I downloaded ritupornos raincoat few weeks back, so watched it. Raincoat is not one of the best creation of Rituporno, it is not one of his good creation, but there were certain elements which were superb. First of all the cinematography is awesome. The idea of making a complete indoor movie is also really strange hence great. Ritupornos best quality is his smooth story telling, he is not that good in story telling in raincoat. He tried to hide many trivial things for the whole first half , its not his style. May be to make it more commercial he did that. Everyone needs money, even rituporno. Anyway post Anu Kapoor Raincoat is really great, he is a superb actor and steals the whole show. I read Gift of the magi from my english textbook. Most of the stories I have read are from my text book, and I read them properly, mind it. I think it's a good story and with all its minor faults even Raincoat is a good script. I liked the movie yesterday , I didn't have anything more fruitful to do, I wrote my second angreji poem after that (first one was in Sreekumar vermas creative english).
oh love, oh love ,
what you did to the lovers ?
Neither I can breathe in nor she can breathe out, lovers ...
following the rules of sacrifices
they have given up.....
old prized possessions
called dreams,
this extreme
punishment,
do they deserve ?
how can you stay calm today ?
oh love oh love,
they are simply lovers,
when the sun is burning the moon each night, they are lovers ....
following the rules of sacrifices
the moon gives up ......
the world wakes up
with each sunrise
to see the death of lovers.
They die, they die,
then why did you lie to the lovers ?
then why dont you die with them ? those lovers .
they die, they die,
even then they pretend to be alive,
they lie, they lie
and the world looks grey,
birds dont sing, they cry,
they knew the lovers.
following the rules of sacrifices
they never showed ...
only possession
called pain.
please explain,
this punishment,
do they deserve ?
oh love .
Saala mein to sahib bann gaya.
oh love, oh love ,
what you did to the lovers ?
Neither I can breathe in nor she can breathe out, lovers ...
following the rules of sacrifices
they have given up.....
old prized possessions
called dreams,
this extreme
punishment,
do they deserve ?
how can you stay calm today ?
oh love oh love,
they are simply lovers,
when the sun is burning the moon each night, they are lovers ....
following the rules of sacrifices
the moon gives up ......
the world wakes up
with each sunrise
to see the death of lovers.
They die, they die,
then why did you lie to the lovers ?
then why dont you die with them ? those lovers .
they die, they die,
even then they pretend to be alive,
they lie, they lie
and the world looks grey,
birds dont sing, they cry,
they knew the lovers.
following the rules of sacrifices
they never showed ...
only possession
called pain.
please explain,
this punishment,
do they deserve ?
oh love .
Saala mein to sahib bann gaya.
Monday, June 2, 2008
suppose i am in love
There are hundred of movies talking about love, thousands of stories and poems preaching. And you think all these are bullshit ? Think it again ? There are moments when I think that all these th
are bullshit, but that is precisely the time when I eat pasta and horse meat in Piovego. Today morning was not the usual morning, I feel scared, a little bit. I had a dream, and that made me sad and scared. So when the ground below is shaking its better to not put your feet on it. So I sat on my bed and made a song for me, you and the dream. This is the last month of my masters , and with enough bad luck this can be the last month of few things which i dont want to end. But anyway , I am not a superpower, and truely helpless. I just watch things going away. That is for future, for the unknown sad things of future why should we make the present bad. So lets start :
D A E_m D
Aj shokale, shopno eshe , first cigarette bhjiye dilo,
D A E_m D
r pahare, berate giye, shesh nodite keu bhjiye dilo,
D A
nodir rong gholate holo,
D A
akash holo nilbihin,
D A
shechcha ghumeo shopno ashe na r
D A
balconyte uri dikbidik.
D A E_m D
Payer tolay, shorshe dana , muche tomay ankre dhorechi thik.
B_m A
Tomay bhalobashe mon
B_m A
tomakey-e bhalobashe mon.
are bullshit, but that is precisely the time when I eat pasta and horse meat in Piovego. Today morning was not the usual morning, I feel scared, a little bit. I had a dream, and that made me sad and scared. So when the ground below is shaking its better to not put your feet on it. So I sat on my bed and made a song for me, you and the dream. This is the last month of my masters , and with enough bad luck this can be the last month of few things which i dont want to end. But anyway , I am not a superpower, and truely helpless. I just watch things going away. That is for future, for the unknown sad things of future why should we make the present bad. So lets start :
D A E_m D
Aj shokale, shopno eshe , first cigarette bhjiye dilo,
D A E_m D
r pahare, berate giye, shesh nodite keu bhjiye dilo,
D A
nodir rong gholate holo,
D A
akash holo nilbihin,
D A
shechcha ghumeo shopno ashe na r
D A
balconyte uri dikbidik.
D A E_m D
Payer tolay, shorshe dana , muche tomay ankre dhorechi thik.
B_m A
Tomay bhalobashe mon
B_m A
tomakey-e bhalobashe mon.
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