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Tell Me Your Dreams

September 6th, 2009

I have finished reading Sidney Sheldon’s “Tell me Your Dreams” novel. Novel was published in the year 1998. I am a late starter, on this it has been more than 10 years. I was recommended this novel by my colleague, when she found me reading Sidney Sheldon’s another work, “The Other Side of Midnight”. With the first book itself I had interest in reading all the novels of him. And I started reading them one by one. This is third book of his which I finished.

I started reading this some where in the middle of a week. Week was full of activities and lots of commitments. First day I started reading it on my way home, and sooner I found myself continuing it till midnight before I actually dozed off while reading the book. With each passing chapter in the book, I was fully into it. I was not willing to do anything but just read the book, and find out what happens to Ashley Patterson’s life. Sidney’s writing had the immense power to keep me involved till very last page of the book.

All the above is just a praise of book, let me come back to the point, ever since he has started reading this book, he has started paying attention to me. He calmly listens to every word that I say. Every act I want to do, and cause behind it. He says, “I listen to my heart”. ”Bakwasss”, he just listens to me. Haven’t you all noticed a change in him?

The book gives a light on MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder). MPD is still, a controversial topic among the world’s psychiatrists. Staying in the mega-polis, I have seen people acting weird at times. And as always I pass by with the comment, “he has lost his senses”. After reading this book, it made me feel the pain that one goes through. It gave me feeling of a Caccon (shell) that one develops to protect himself.

Now he got to the point, you see there is pain in each ones life so is in his life. You see the smile on his face, it carries a mask. A mask of which he himself is afraid to take off and face it. Last night I remember he was dreaming of having made the greatest decision of life. When I asked him “Tell Me Your Dream”, he just said, it’s not going to happen. If I let you know it will never happen. It has been so till date. I remember him. He has never finished any good thing he has thought off and told me.

Sidney’s unique way of writing the dark side of oneself has really inspired me to write this post. I think book has made a mark. This is one of those that I will remember for really long time.

See he still didn’t say it, he will remember this book for long time only because, it help him know me (sunny) better. Now that he knows all those inner voices, his gut feelings, his heart felt decisions are mine, he has stopped thinking. He has not even asked me to write this post and introduce me to you all. It’s nice to meet you all. Ah! Before he steals away credit all those beautiful blog posts he has written till date are dreamt by me.

Do write back and let me know, who do you “Tell your dreams”.

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दिल की बात

July 23rd, 2009

दिल का हाल चहेरेपे ना ढूंडे

दिल का हाल आखों में ना पढ़िए

दिल का हाल दिल से ही पूछिए

ज़रा इस दिल से दिल्लगी करके तो देखिए

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मुंबई में कुछ भी होता है

फिर क्यूँ आधे लोगो के हाथ में कटोरा है

अमीरो ने दोनो हाथ से पैसा बटोरा है

फिर क्यूँ फूटपातवाला आदमी सकुन से सोता है

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कर दिया ज़ालिम ने बदनाम उसके दोस्त के सामने,

छोड़ मेरा हाथ, लगी थी उसका हाथ थामने,

कैसे सहे हम सहे हम रोज अपनी नज़र के सामने

इसलिए आजकल कटती है शाम मैखनेमे

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साथ माँगने चले थे हम उनका

दिल जोड़ने चले थे हम अपना

काह दे ती दिल की हर बात शिद्दत से

उसने भी दिल तोड़ दीया अपनी फ़ितरत से

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छोटा आज भी स्कूल जाने को रोता है
कॉलेज खत्म्ह होने तक वो क्लास में सिर्फ़ सोता है
लेक्चर पे लेक्चर के बीच प्रोफेसर बोटा है
डिग्री मिलने पर भी नौकरी के फिर वो रोता है
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कहे हम ज़माने से, हम किसी से कम नही
हमसे करे मुक़ाबला ऐसा किसी में दम नही,
प्यार में चोट खाने के लिए हुमारे पास दिल नही
टूटे रिश्तो को जोड़ने के लिए हम म-सील नही
kar diya zaalim ne badnaam uske dost ke saamne,
chod mera haath, lagi thi uska haath thamne,
kaise sahe hum sahe hum roj apni nazar ke saamne
Isliye aajkal katati hai shaam

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It Hurts!

June 25th, 2009

Today we had S. S. C. results out!

A day that came into my life 11 years back, 29 June 1998 was the day for me. I was much happy to know results for Thane regions are best in Mumbai division. I know, what it feels, when you have to see results of your first pressured examination.

I remember when we had our results; our school had to show results of 3 divisions, “A”, “B” and “C”. I hope it’s still followed in some schools. Total was 150 students, 50 in each. Today out of curiosity, I went and saw results online for my school. It showed 100% Passed. Much impressive numbers compared to our batch. I remember we had close to 80% of passing ratio. Then the shocker,

When I saw this:

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SCHOOL      NAME  OF  SCHOOL                                    
   REGISTERED      APPEARED         PASSED       PASSED-PERCENTAGE            
  FRESH  REPET.  FRESH   REPET.  FRESH  REPET.  FRESH   REPET.  TOTAL         
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    37     00     37      00     37     00    100.00    0.00  100.00   
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SCHOOL      NAME  OF  SCHOOL                                    

   REGISTERED      APPEARED         PASSED       PASSED-PERCENTAGE            

  FRESH  REPET.  FRESH   REPET.  FRESH  REPET.  FRESH   REPET.  TOTAL         

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    37     00     37      00     37     00    100.00    0.00  100.00   

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It said, this year our school have only 37 kids, who appeared for S.S.C. examination. We had five times kids, 11 years back. What went wrong? With new kids are not getting admissions easily. What happened to my school?

It Hurts!

It’s an alarm that we need to look back. At school which has molded us.

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You are My Imagination

June 18th, 2009

“You are My Imagination”, words were at tip of my tongue. Lips closed but repeating words again and again. I should get it right, was only the thought that was lingering in my mind. She was calm sitting at the car window. She was looking outside. Fresh air passed through her smooth skin, to her hairs. Which were flirting with her cheeks, as they were left open.

It was nice and cold morning. With slight drizzle early morning, air was filled the freshness. I looked at her through the side mirror of the car. She had her glass half rolled up. With few drops on window glass, she moved her finger over the rim of the glass, got all the droplets together on her fingertip, and then tossed them out of window. Driver stepped hard on the brakes, and looked in side mirror, there was no rain. She was still sitting there. Strands of hair were still playing. I just looked around. I realized, I was dreaming. I tossed away the idea of saying it her, “You are My Imagination” as the drop of rain.


   Early morning on way to the office, car was speeding on LBS road. Driver insisted on windows to be rolled up, as there was slight drizzle. With a sharp turn on the right, i saw her. Although windows glass was fogged, i could make her out clearly. She was standing there. She was wearing purple top, jeans skirt and a smile for me. Hair had gone wild, and wet as well. Driver slammed brakes again, and said, “Be quick!” I got down, and was looking at her, and said, “You go ahead, and we will take a Auto-Rickshaw”. He speeded away. 

I walked up to her. “Coffee!”,  she said as we walked in CCD (Cafe Coffee Day – coffee shop). We ordered coffee, as we settled. We talk regularly, over a cup of coffee. A lot and on various topics, including childhood dreams to plans for future, reality for today, and the last fun outing. Today was special. I was looking in her eyes, one she batted teasingly. She is out to say something special today. I had made up my mind to tell her. Tell her those words (You are My Imagination). With coffee being served, I was nodding, with no words reaching to my brain. My inner voice whispered, “You are My Imagination“. I tried to cover it up by sipping up coffee, and it choked. I suppressed it and started listening back to what she was saying. Hot coffee had burnt my throat. I opened my eyes. She was still right in front of me talking to me. I thought of ordering the check (bill), only to realize that we were in my company’s cafeteria. I sat firm on chair, remembering, all my failed attempts to take her for coffee @ coffee shop and listening to her. I gulped the idea of saying it to her as a sip of coffee.


     

It was a long day of trekking. The temperature got lower to 4o C. I had geared up to tackle it. With fleece jacket and thermals. Temperature was not an issue. We had just finished a steep climb of 250 feet’s. Heartbeat’s had gone twice. Just to make our breath comfortable, and not to loose concentration, we were talking to each other. A pack of 50 walked hand in hand roped to reach other. Looking from far above, it looked like a long snake, making his way up the slopes. With last step to the flat, grip on around my wrist tightened, as if she slipped. “That’s the reason I told you, Let me hold your hand”, said pulling her up. I pulled her to the flat, with all the strength in my shoulder. “I am holding your arm, that should be it”, she said dusting snow off. I told pointing at her bag, “Your bag is as heavy as much as you are. Please offload some of it to others before your dream comes true”. She dusted the ideas as she has done to snow. All of us knew, she always dreamt off, slipping off the slopes. For rest of the trek of 12 Kms., grip was firm. We had early dinner around, 7 PM. After dinner there was a campfire. Bournvita was served before heading for tents. As tradition we had to do bottoms up for Bournvita. Those who didn’t had to lick it the entire night. With sun going down, temperature dropped to -3o C.

We were in tents, in sleeping bags and laughing at the day’s sequence. We were tired, never knew when we will fall asleep. I had her by my side, always. With the last of light from campfire, her face was still beaming with beauty. Warmth of her face filled my heart. I could not take my eyes of her, even when I wanted to. Red scarf around her face added to her beauty. We had each other’s arm as pillows. It was last night of the trek. I said tomorrow with the stroke of light, i would say it to her, “You are my Imagination“. I kept repeating. I don’t recollect when I slept. “Good Morning!” she said bright light on her face. It was loud and clear. It was warm. Then coffee machine made the guzzling sound. She took my coffee mug out, replacing with her own. Handing mug over to me, and again she said “Good Morning!” She had a broad smile and same warmth in it. I felt the same warmth of her face in her wish. I wanted to say it to her, “You are my Imagination”, but all I managed to be returning her pleasantries. “Good Morning!” I said walking to my desk.


     

With these i realized, there are various moments, that you live, enjoy. Many of them you dream off. But somewhere whatever you imagine, there is inspiration. Here i am pointing out the incidences, where i have imagined, and made an attempt to say it all, all who have tickled my imagination. “You drive my imagination”, in fact a step up would be “You are My Imagination“.

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Hole In The Wall

June 13th, 2009

Last week in my Organisation, we had a small presentation done by an NGO (Buniyad). Buniyad is a NGO which works with various organisation (including one of ours) to get their CSR role implemented. Buniyad works for upbringing of kids for slums.

According to their presentation and work, they were doing a great job for preparing kids to get in to regular schools and be competitive in real world.

After presentation I recollected an article which was published in Rd (Readers Digest – June 2009 Ed). Article was Title Hole in The Wall. Article was on work done by “Sugata Mitra” and his theory of education. The article  describes, How a unique computer experiment is transforming the lives of the under privileged children. It was also the real inspiration for the movie “Slumdog Millionaire“.

Experiment is described as Computers were installed at various kiosk in numerous cities in India. Under privileged kids were allowed a free access. There was no guidance, supervision. No one came for their Aid. within few days it was identified kids could have internet access. They were browsing surfing, playing online games.

Mitra believed that a mixture of group discussion,leaving the children to learn for themselves and a desire to impress their peers or elders was a powerful combination for getting them to study unaided.

I was basically not convinced, the same, but when i left my PC for free access to kids in our family. I could not believe results. I had informed kids that My PC has no games. i challenged them that if they found one i would let them play it. Kids have seen a PC but never used it. Hence i was confident of they would never find it. Actually there were no games either on PC. Kids out smarted me. Not less then 2 hours, i found kids trying to keep watch on me. as if they don’t want me to see what they were doing. 

Later on I came to know that i have lost a challenge as kids have found Windows XP default games. I was ashamed of myself. Now i believe in what “Sugata Mitra’s Theory”. The theory which he says is “India’s gift to the world“. Then why are kids in our own country are left away from such a discovery. Mitra and his organisation have tried to give maximum they could for this country.

Questions asked are:

  1. What’s next?
  2. Are all kids going to get benefited?
  3. With Mitra moving out for India to NewCastle university, has Theory drained out of India, to West again?
  4. Whenever I look at a kids on streets, I see one question in their eyes, “When will I see, Hole in the Wall?” 

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