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Monthly Archives: August 2011
In childhood I used to look forward to this day for the apples and biscuits distributed in my school besides performing various patriotic song and dance items. As I grew up, we had flag hoisting in the nearby areas with some elderly person/s reminiscing their experiences during the freedom struggle. Now I am a mother and I take my kids around for various celebrations in the building and the surroundings. Today someone asked why do you gather this day, and I looked at my daughter for an answer and she promptly said ‘because we want to pay respect to our country’s martyrs as they freed us from the British Rule.’
Then suddenly I thought, 64yrs now (36yrs from my birth) and I am still enjoying the freedom from the British Raaj. but am I really free? Am I free from the roving eyes of the lecherous men, am I free of the thought of the safety of my little ones because their gender (look froward to voicing my opinion in the Mumbai slut walk), am I free from the thought that some corrupt neta is pocketing my hard earned money in one of his foreign accounts (plan to fast for at least a day with Anna Hazare to show my solidarity), am I free of the fear of another bomb planted somewhere in the vicinity of my near and dear ones (am soon enrolling myself for combat training), am I free of the thought that this S&P’s downgrading U.S. debt from AAA to AA+ would not affect India so much (will try to hold on the larger expenses planned and probably shift my plans of buying a home to next 10 yrs), am I free of the thought of some natural calamity hitting India besides the political and communal ones (god forbids!!!). It’s my needs in my life that defines my freedom. The more I need of the day to day life, the more I expect from my husband, my kids, my near and dear ones, my company, my community, the leaders, the countries and end up blaming all people around for my failure.
For my kids, do they even look at these things? Freedom for my little ones is to be able to play some hours more like the older kids in the building, my not telling them to follow their timetable after coming home from the school, to be able to remove anything from anywhere from the house and leave them where ever, to shout and jump on the bed and sofas in the house, to watch TV and play games for as long as they want, to order Domino’s Pizzas and Pastas everyday. For them freedom is freedom from their MOM. I am equivalent to the British Raaj who rations and regulates the whats, the wheres, the whens, the whos the whys, the whichs, the hows of their life. Till they are not exposed to the harsh realities of life I am happy being their mother (of all problems).
Vande Mataram!!! Vande Mataram !!!
- Celebrations On India’s 64th Independence Anniversary Will be Subdued ( http://thelinkpaper.ca)
- And they’ll sing, “Vande Mataram” (sushantkumar.wordpress.com)
My early memories of Shammi Kapoor dates back to ‘Badan Pe Sitare lapete hue’ or ‘Taaa…reef kaoon kya uski’ or ‘Tally ho’ or ‘Tum…sa nahi dekha’ or ‘O haseena zulfon wali’ and of course was the most famous ‘Yahoo’, in ‘Chitrahaar’ (a weekly TV show on bollywood songs). The song I saw was in black and white but the thing to remember was the way Shammi would crane his neck and arch his body and pout his lips and blow his locks falling on his forehead. During my selection process in Zee TV’s Antakshari, I sang the song ‘Isharon Isharon me’. I didn’t win though but while preparing for the song I first time watched Shammi Kapoor’s antics so carefully and probably emoted my reactions to it, that made the show director select me for the opening round of that season way back in ’93. He truly was the lover boy of that era who made ‘club nights’ so raving with his jumping around.
It was just yesterday that I read in the papers of him being admitted to the hospital and also about his medical conditions. It is sad that this free spirited, effervescent actor, also known as the Bollwood’s ‘Elvis Presley’ lays still today. My heartfelt condolences to this star of yesteryear. Till date this line holds true – ‘Tumsa nahi Dekha‘.
Just read about Publix FB page getting a 100 friend request a minute. Really? With technology moving so fast, Where are we heading to guys? Its Backwards I guess. The world is really shrinking to fit – your muthi with barter system like scenario and very soon ‘as in the Ramayan Mahabharath era‘ – in your mind. LBS apps like foursquare in a smartphone not only locates the nearest store with an attractive deal but also guides you with the driving directions. Every developer is posed with a challenge to create not just an online portal but also a smartphone compatible app parallelly. 2 dimensional QR codes to decode data at high speeds, Data Feeds and Online Concierge are the daily fibres one chews up, to keep their connectivity system in order.
Que Sera Sera What ever will be will be, the future’s not ours to see Que Sera Sera.
Little did I know that after penning down my first RAP number, I would also discover a ‘Digibrity’ (digital celebrity) — Govind Tiwari— so soon, (though I thought the number was an ode to myself). What really took me by surprise was the Bombay Times front page coverage of his future plans.
Since he has promised an updated page very soon, my suggestions are:
- Downloadable Govind Tiwari wallpapers — with those blinkers.
- Homepage background score changed to ‘Tere mast mast do nain‘
- Create a temple with your photoshopped idol, as Rajni temples are common down south and they need someone of your calibre to match up north.
- Pictures with Radhikas starring – Munnis, Shielas, Hollywood, Bollywood, whatever is photoshoppable by you.
- Google maps to ‘Govinda Dham‘.
- Next Blog ‘Dhinka Chika Dhinka Chika’–with some photoshopped hip movements.
He is blinking and trending (my favorite tweet @Joydas Baba Ramdev to Govind Tiwari: Bhala Tumhara Blink mere Wink Se Behtar Kaise?) and of course next ‘Allahabad icon‘ after the ‘Bachchans’. Hope his next plans are not to settle in amchi mumbai. Govinda Ala Re Ala, Zara Mumbai Sambhal Bala(saheb)(with due respects)