Thursday, March 27, 2008

Drops of Romance

Bedraggled. Cold. Wet. But I still love rains.

Armed with the weapons of keeping myself dry (WKMD) - raincoat and umbrella, I still ended up getting soaked, making my colleagues wonder if I jumped into every single puddle on the way to the office. I lost the battle to the rain in the time I stepped out of the home to the time I got into an auto. But I am not complaining.

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I remember my childhood days when I deliberately jumped into all the puddles while singing the song - Raindrops on roses... Rains have inspired poets and love songs and I wonder how in the world could Anu Malik come out with a song like - Its raining, dekho baarish ho rahi hai... It is the most pathetic rain inspired song I have ever heard in my entire life.
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And as I look outside the window I see overcast skies, green trees and a hear a thunderstorm or two. Inside the office I can hear a news report about Lebanon. Which reminds me its time to stop dreaming and get back to work.
Post will be updated if I feel like adding something more.

Originally posted on Wednesday, July 26, 2006 11:48 AM

Being A Woman

This evening as I left work, I was in a good mood. It was drizzling slightly and I simply love the rains. I usually take an auto back home but I saw the bus approaching which goes to my home, I decided to hop in. Happy that it was mostly empty, I got a window seat in the left aisle and sat down.

Sitting behind me were two men, one who seemed half asleep and the other just sitting nonchalantly. As soon as I kept my rucksack (yes I carry a rucksack to work!) on my lap, I felt a hand move, trying to touch my back. Now living in a city like Delhi, you always feel that you are about to be groped, especially in a bus. I got a little wary though giving benifit of doubt to the men behind me. I mentally chided myself for imagining things as I continued to enjoy the scenery outside, lush green trees and a beautiful evening sky. Suddenly I felt a hand groping my back. Not a hand carelessly brushing past my back, a hand which purposely touched me. I turned back to address the culprit. One man was sitting with his hands folded and the other was asleep. I couldn't figure out who did that to me.

I turned towards my right now, almost facing the right aisle and in the corner of my eye I could see the movement of hands of both men. I was fuming from inside, feeling humiliated and treated like an object of someone's pleasure. Ten minutes later, the supposedly sleeping man did the same thing again.

Unable to control my fury, I got and up pulled his hair, so he could face me and slapped him. I told him to keep his hands to himself and after his protest that he was not doing anything wrong, I slapped him again. Everyone in the bus was looking at me, this was like a free ka tamasha for all and not a single person stood up to support me. Not that I expected anyone to.

After the fury subsided, I felt scared. What if he would have whipped out a knife or a pistol? What he comes tomorrow with four other men and tries to take 'revenge'? My pepper spray or karate moves will be of no help at all. Police inaction is well known too. It is this fear that mostly stops women from speaking out.

And even though incidents like this cannot break my spirit, as a woman living in this country I wonder how many will I feel violated and agonized? How many times will I retaliate and how many times will I fight? How many times will I keep quiet? Will I ever be able to use the public transport without feeling wary, without being on guard? Will I be able to walk on the streets without prying eyes looking at me? Will I ever be free?

P.S : I hope he learnt his lesson well and will never try to grope another woman ever. If he hasn't... there is no hope for this country.

You all can check out fellow blogger Blog C's post which is an offshoot of this post.

This post is part of Blank Noise's initiative for the International Women's Day 2007. For more check out their blog.

Originally posted on Thursday, July 20, 2006 9:06 PM

Angered Again


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Anger. This is the emotion which I experience as I write this. The death toll increases every few minutes as I hear of one blast after the another. About five hours after the last blast, the death toll just keeps increasing. I ask for updates every fifteen minutes, praying the figure has stabilized. I am afraid its not.

Enough is enough. Taking a soft stand on the terror issue is unacceptable. During the tenure of the current Prime Minister we have seen Ayodhya attack, Delhi Blasts, IISc attack, numerous attacks in Srinagar and now Mumbai blasts.

Tomorrow morning we will hear of Mumbai’s resilience as it will get back on its feet. But the damage cannot be undone. The fear in the minds of people cannot be undone.

This incident will make sure that the religious line on which people are divided will make the chasm wider. The forces working to create a discord in communal harmony are working with zeal. I wonder when will the Government and the Intelligence.

Every single time we have heard the Centre condemning the blasts/attacks with the Prime Minister and his coterie’s heart reaching out and grieving for all those affected. A promise of firm resolution in working to defeat the evil designs of terrorists and not allowing them to succeed (after they have succeeded?). Mr. Prime Minister, how long are we going to hear this?

Update: Am still in no state of replying to comments. I have no idea why. Will reply to comments in some time, till then let the comments flow in...

Update 2 (July 13): Is This and the other side making us confused in terms of our reaction? How does one deal with the 'actual' problem? It gives mixed signals. What should one believe and how much can one trust? Questions keep popping up in my head. I am not sure if I make any sense at all.

Originally posted on Tuesday, July 11, 2006 10:52 PM

Airport Tales: Happens Only In India?

The other day I was at the Airport waiting to pick up someone. Here's something interesting I noticed.

Why do some people dress up like they are going to marriage when they fly? I saw women in chamki gaudy saris, insanely high heels and wearing a hell lot of makeup. Then I saw some kids dressed up like they were going to a marriage too. It is mandatory to look like this because you are flying-shying in an aeroplane?

What are the weirdest things people bring with them? While I was checking out both the people(wink) and the trolleys, I spotted hoola hoops and a huge ladle.

And why do some people stop in the middle of the way to greet someone causing the trolley to find a life of its own and either crashing into other people or effectively blocking the traffic.

Then there are some who are eagerly waiting to pick up someone. This variety will stand bang in the middle of the path again blocking the way, behaving like traffic policemen and hindering movement of people and trolleys as they veer either sides.

Then there are some who are so confused when they come out of the arrival lounge that after making sure that they leave the baggage in the most busy and obstructive spot, they will proceed to fish out there mobile phones and speak loudly.

Then I saw this woman checking out another woman, while I was busy checking out the expression on her face which told me what she was thinking. Achhaa usney aisey design ki sari pehni hai. May bhi kharidungi. This woman continued to stare at that woman's sari for a full
minute, turning 180 degrees when the sari woman walked past her!

Waiting to hear bloggers airport experiences J

Originally posted on Tuesday, July 11, 2006 1:41 PM

Thursday, March 20, 2008

London Diaries-II


Warning: This is long post. It is the concluding series of London diaries. These are some snippets of my trip :)

Always curious. That’s me. So I decide to walk from Blackfriars Pier to Tower Bridge. Along river Thames I start my journey. Near the Tate Modern Art Gallery, I take a wrong turn and the river side disappears. Since I know I am walking in the direction of the destination, I don’t panic. Modern architecture gives way to narrow lanes with cobbled pathways and stone archways. It is a treat to discover something old and quaint preserved right in the centre of the city.

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And on a windy day I decide to go to Greenwich. To stand on the line where time begins is an amazing feeling. Around the line are names of all the capital cities and the time difference in all. I search for Delhi and I can’t find it there! I mean those %^&(* Britishers don’t have the capital city of India in the list. I do manage to spot Mumbai in the list.

While coming down from the Royal Observatory, I am busy taking photos. I miss a step and tumble down. The stone pathway is merciless as blood trickles down. After first aid and injured knee I return home limping.


That’s when I see people scurrying home. And some carrying England flags, rushing towards pubs. I watch the England vs Sweden match with a few British friends who tell me that the world mania is such that their respective offices recently held inter departmental mini world cup. A friend works in a museum. She tells me that the paleontologists lost to the finance department (and somehow it reminds me of Ross in Friends).
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And this one time, I am buying souvenirs when I meet a girl from Ghana. She moans about the fact that she would like to eat homemade spicy Indian curry and I moan that I have to eat it every single day of my life! She promises to look me up when she comes to India. Lets see if that happens.
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In between shopping and sight seeing I manage to squeeze in a lazy afternoon at Hyde Park. As the sun plays with the clouds, I sit and have my lunch. A rock concert is going on there. A beautiful afternoon is spent taking in the green grass and the blue skies as the music fills up my soul. A mandatory visit to the serpentine and watching the ducks in the water, the afternoon turns into evening and its time to leave.
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When good girls pretend go bad, they go to Camden Town. Yes, I am Guilty. I have never seen Goths in my entire life and I wanted to go to Camden Town to ‘see’ them. Tattoos, pieced body parts, black leather clothes, silver chains, mohawks, black makeup, tough looking.

When an almost thirty something elder sister says she wants to buy leather trousers for herself, I jump at the chance and decide to shop around Camden.




We were the only Asian girls walking down the street. After doing a bit of window shopping and people staring, we got down to the agenda of buying leather trousers. Shop no. 1 - a fast talking Italian tries to sell us trousers for £100. Hasty exit. Shop no. 2 – can’t find the right size, the salesman offers to custom make it for us. On asking how much is that going to cost he says £600. We are about to beat a hasty retreat and he starts to laugh. Then he says he was just kidding. He’s trying to flirt with us. Turns out, he’s an Indian from Gujju Land (All cheesy ones belong to this place?). On establishing an Indian connection and icy response from us, we decide to check out other shops. There’s another we go to. The shop owner has a Russian accent and the trouser costs a bomb. Anyway I guess it cheaper to buy the trousers from India, so we drop the idea and just browse around.

Sticking out like sore thumbs (read: not in the Goth dress code) and getting some weird glances, we decide to leave Camden town.


And then when I walk down Knightsbridge and Oxford street later on, the contrast is there to see. Women who look like they have stepped off the ramp on to the streets walk about as nonchalantly as Goths would in Camden Town.

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I realize that I have used all possible means of transport in the city as I travel in a tube, bus, train, tram, car and on foot. The only transportation I don't take there is an autorickshaw, an image of which I can see displayed in a shop window at Oxford Street.


When I decide to eat Turkish food, I am told Marble Arch is the place to visit. Every second restaurant there is called 'Maroush' just like every second Indian restuarant has the word 'Elephant' in it.
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On the last day of my stay there I indulge myself – buying shoes, accessories and clothes from the high street like its my last day alive J
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As all good things come to an end, so does this except while going to the airport, I cry buckets. I just don’t want to come back to India. There is so much more to see and discover. Obviously I have to come here again.

Originally posted on Tuesday, July 04, 2006 2:05 PM

London Diaries- I

The below are some observations made by me. Here's my list of ‘You know you are in London when :)

  • You spend an evening with your friends in a pub. Incidentally they are from China, Austria, Spain, India, Chile and oh England too
  • When you are walking down the street and you can identify people speaking in languages ranging from Russian to Greek
  • You can have any cuisine from Moroccon to Italian
  • Women will wear summer clothes in what I call a winter like temperature, 4 inch stilettos and walk on cobbled streets. It is called the fashion capital for a reason!
  • The weather forecasters call 23 degrees as a warm day
  • An umbrella is a daily fixture in your bag
  • At any time of the day you will find people jogging along the South Bank
  • Everyone’s reading a newspaper or a book in the tube
  • Every fifth person in Marks and Spencer is an Asian
  • The phone booth is red in colour

Maddy adds:

  • Every 3rd cab one takes, it has either an Indian or a Pakistani driver

TiM adds:

  • When u look around the high street and dont exactly get to see a Bad Looking person
  • When its supposedly raining hard and us indians still manage w/o an umbrella because its a very soft kind of rain here
  • When you see the pubs heavily crowded on a Wednesday and on a Friday
  • When for every chota sa touch/push people say sorry and excuse me and
  • When you see everyone carrying an oyster card

Any more to add on?

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Travel series continues :)

Is anyone else also having a problem with 'web vies' counter? Mine show's 0 everytime I post something new.

Update on the web views counter - Seems it is working today :D

Originally posted on Monday, July 03, 2006 3:59 PM

London Changed!

I visited this city after three long years. The moment I landed to the moment I boarded the flight back, I could feel an invisible eye following me all around. I don't know if it is a direct after effect of the 7/7 attack or the city has started to live on an edge but there were CCTV cameras everywhere.

Wherever I looked there was a camera peeking about. In stores, on the streets, in the tube, buses, trains, trams, stations, museums, art galleries, loos (yes...even that!) not in cubicles but near the wash basins.

On an average it is very easy for the officials to track where I went, how I went, what I did, what I shopped, what and where I ate, how much time I spent in one place. The cameras followed me and tracked me everywhere.

Someone practically know how I spent my entire day!

It is definitely unnerving when you know that the only place you are not been watched is inside your home. But there are talks of neighbourhood CCTVs as well.

And as a londoner told me that you get used to the cameras after a while, I wondered if it is acceptable to compromise the lack of privacy for the safety of the people.

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Post on the actual vacation coming soon
Originally posted on Tuesday, June 27, 2006 11:48 AM

Crib Time

Date: 07/06/06

This post is written soley to crib.

Why does Murphy loves me so much? Why is everything going wrong? I mean it was just a bloody fever and sore throat and now I have a horrible allergic reaction to the medicine. And I am in the office.

And I am going on a holiday this weekend and I can't afford to be unwell. I haven't done my packing as yet. This sucks big time.

Date: 08/06/06 - An Update

Crib Time: Almost Over

Update- I am feeling better today. The allergy is almost gone. There is no sign of the fever *touchwood*. I did half of the packing yesterday. There is a song on my lips. Now it feels like I am going on a holiday. I am leaving on a jet plane.....

This list will get me in my spirits. So here goes, in no particular order, the things I am looking forward to-

  • Gorging on Muller's Yogurt (Actually salivating at the thought), Chocolate Muffins, Cakes (Advantages of been slim)
  • Turkish, Italian, Any Interesting Food
  • Window shopping on Oxford Street, High Street Kensington
  • Buying trinkets at Portobello Road, Camden Town
  • Sitting at Covent Garden, Hyde Park, South Bank
  • Visiting all the museums and art galleries yet again
  • Catching a play or a musical

Date: 09/06/06 - Another Update

Crib Time: OVER!!!

I am feeling fine *touchwood* . And all set to go. A little apprehensive because a new boss is coming in the time I am on my leave. I planned my leave in such a way that it would not happen but with Mr. Murphy's presence, these things are bound to happen. So there will be some changes when I will not be around. I am hoping that things remain under control because there is no dearth of back stabbing colleagues.

Anyway, my schedule is totally packed today. After office I have to meet a few close friends who I will not see for two weeks and who will kill me because it will be a flying visit from your's truly. Then I have to go for dinner at a relative's place and then do my packing. Yes procastination rules. Yes, I haven't packed completely and I leave tomorrow morning. So many things to do, so little time. I need a clone today!!! :D :D

10/06/06

Finally... I am leaving. Yippeee!!!!! Take care everyone. Love and hugs to all. See you all after a break :)

Originally posted on Wednesday, June 07, 2006 10:22 AM

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Subconsciously Conscious

Palak looked around. Her father was rushing out of the home. Her mother hurriedly put the breakfast on the table. In the meanwhile she stood there waiting patiently for her sister to help her wear the pinafore. After all she was just three years old and had recently started going to the nursery school. She needed some help getting dressed up.

When she came back to the home in the afternoon, the nanny was standing at the door of the home. She took her bag, helped her get out of the school uniform and change into a pink t-shirt with teddy bear print and a striped pink and white skirt. Palak waited for her sister to return from school so that they could have lunch together. In the meanwhile, her best friend, Tanmay came back from school as well.



He was the same age as her and also went to a nursery school though a different one. They both skipped along. He lived in the same block of flats and in fact lived one floor above her.

“Hey, let’s plays skip the steps. You jump from the stair to the next one. Let’s see who is faster. Than one wins,” he said to her. Excitedly she laughed and told him, “I am going to win this one.” They played a game which kept them running up and down the stairs. Without a care, they were lost in their world. They were at the top of the stairs when the reverie broke. Tanmay’s mother was calling him for lunch. He went home running. She had nobody to play with now. And she had won the game.


At the door of his house, he yelled, “I will see you in the evening then we can play hide-n-seek”. She yelled back, “okay.” She turned to go but the next instant started falling down. Instead of the stairs there was a black long hole about 40 feet deep. There was nothing to hold on to, only slippery vines and she was plunging into darkness. Fast. No sound came out of her throat. She tried to scream but it got stuck somewhere inside.

Suddenly Palak woke up in a sweat. The same dream again. How strange was that. She looked to her left. Her husband was sleeping next to her, blissfully unaware that she had woken up and was shaking. She thought of waking him up but then saw his peacefully asleep face and thought the better of it.



On the bed stand was a bottle of water which she grabbed and gulped down some of it. Her nerves much calmer now, she snuggled upto her husband and went off to sleep again.

The next morning Palak, lost in her thoughts, kept thinking about the dream. She knew it had a deeper meaning. There was something calling out to her. But she could not put her finger to it.

Trying to shake off a feeling of impending doom, she decided to go to the local library to take her mind off disturbing thoughts.



Wearing a beautiful flowing blue skirt and a white t-shirt, she picked up the house keys and the library card. While climbing down the stairs, the skirt caught in the heel of her shoe and she went tumbling down the stairs.

Lying bruised at the bottom of the stairs, instinctively her hand flew to her stomach. An agonizing animal cry escaped her throat. The life growing inside her was suddenly ebbing away.
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The above is a work of fiction by yours truly.
Originally posted on Tuesday, May 23, 2006 12:34 PM

Subconsciously Conscious

Palak looked around. Her father was rushing out of the home. Her mother hurriedly put the breakfast on the table. In the meanwhile she stood there waiting patiently for her sister to help her wear the pinafore. After all she was just three years old and had recently started going to the nursery school. She needed some help getting dressed up.

When she came back to the home in the afternoon, the nanny was standing at the door of the home. She took her bag, helped her get out of the school uniform and change into a pink t-shirt with teddy bear print and a striped pink and white skirt. Palak waited for her sister to return from school so that they could have lunch together. In the meanwhile, her best friend, Tanmay came back from school as well.

He was the same age as her and also went to a nursery school though a different one. They both skipped along. He lived in the same block of flats and in fact lived one floor above her.

“Hey, let’s plays skip the steps. You jump from the stair to the next one. Let’s see who is faster. Than one wins,” he said to her. Excitedly she laughed and told him, “I am going to win this one.” They played a game which kept them running up and down the stairs. Without a care, they were lost in their world. They were at the top of the stairs when the reverie broke. Tanmay’s mother was calling him for lunch. He went home running. She had nobody to play with now. And she had won the game.

At the door of his house, he yelled, “I will see you in the evening then we can play hide-n-seek”. She yelled back, “okay.” She turned to go but the next instant started falling down. Instead of the stairs there was a black long hole about 40 feet deep. There was nothing to hold on to, only slippery vines and she was plunging into darkness. Fast. No sound came out of her throat. She tried to scream but it got stuck somewhere inside.

Suddenly Palak woke up in a sweat. The same dream again. How strange was that. She looked to her left. Her husband was sleeping next to her, blissfully unaware that she had woken up and was shaking. She thought of waking him up but then saw his peacefully asleep face and thought the better of it.

On the bed stand was a bottle of water which she grabbed and gulped down some of it. Her nerves much calmer now, she snuggled upto her husband and went off to sleep again.

The next morning Palak, lost in her thoughts, kept thinking about the dream. She knew it had a deeper meaning. There was something calling out to her. But she could not put her finger to it.

Trying to shake off a feeling of impending doom, she decided to go to the local library to take her mind off disturbing thoughts.

Wearing a beautiful flowing blue skirt and a white t-shirt, she picked up the house keys and the library card. While climbing down the stairs, the skirt caught in the heel of her shoe and she went tumbling down the stairs.

Lying bruised at the bottom of the stairs, instinctively her hand flew to her stomach. An agonizing animal cry escaped her throat. The life growing inside her was suddenly ebbing away.
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The above is a work of fiction by yours truly.
Originally posted on Tuesday, May 23, 2006 12:34 PM

Confused Or Liberated?

The rules of growing up are changing.

When Britney croons ‘I am not that innocent’ and gyrates to it or there is a constant bombardment of sexual images on our TV screens, these people tend to become role model for teens. With overt display of sexuality, is this generation losing childhood and innocence sooner?

And this question is not just for Indian teenagers but also in the west. The oh-so-forward-looking America which we see in ‘Sex and the City’ or any such show does not reflect the true middle class America which is quite conservative. And has equally worried parents. Read this.

Leaving aside morals for the moment, because morals are different for different people, I wonder what is the psycological impact on teenagers as they are growing up so fast. What about confused and conflicting ideals? Are we aping the 'west' without realizing the problems teens there are grappling with?

I am not here to talk about what is right and what is wrong. Because right and wrong cannot be defined by one and accepted by others. Neither do I take a moralistic stand as I believe in the adage 'to each his own'. But I still want to ask- are todays's teens liberated or confused?

I leave this open to debate.

Update: Bloggers take on the issue

Amar Says
I think its tendancy of grown ups to think that new generation is going wrong way and they have lost values. I agree that things have changed, I agree that they are exposed more to sexuality but at the same time we must accept that they are more focused about what they want. There is one section in each generation who are hard working and achievers. Maturity brings wisdom and trusting the child is important.

Maddy Says
I think the teens are ‘all there’ and know how to get what they want – little to early in their lives for anyone’s comfort and least of all their own. The reasons can be many – aping the ‘west’ / USA - which have no culture of its own, too much exposure at an early age, peer pressure, lack of proper guidance, etc. Reasons for ‘confusion’ are many but still the teens would like to call themselves ‘liberated’! Why? Guess maybe because being ‘liberated’ means to be seen doing all the IN things – following latest fashion trends, brand names, being seen at the correct places with the correct people, sex, alcohol, drugs, etc…

Raghav Says
I think if each of us learns to take responsibility for our actions, then there should'nt be any problem. But the reality is we dont take the resposnibility for our actions often blaming parents, friends, relatives etc. We have to understand that Life gives us choices. We only have the freedom of choice. But we dont have control over the consequenses. So if a 13 year old wants to experiment with sex, then so be it as long as she or he takes responsibility for her/his actions. If a model wants to throw off her clothes in a song sequence, it's her choice to show off. It's the media's choice whether to show it to public or not and ultimately its our choice whether to see it or not. Whether you like it or not, its a natural evolution of human being that you move from a controlled environment to an environment where you need freedom. Parents need to accept the reality.

Harshal Says
We are liberated and thus a bit confused since we wanted to do everything ourselves sometimes we get lost. True, the crap shown on TV these days does make the child lose its innocence fast. Hopefully they will realise it quickly. As far as the west being an influence, I say east meets west and all hell breaks lose. Why are we so hell bent in copying everything they do when they are trying to copy us? I prefer an american attitude with indian traditions.

Lostpatrol53 Says
The young today have greater pressures than their parents. Not to belittle the parent generation, who had their own struggles and chose to generally live in the future and foregoing personal bliss. This was easier in the absence of overt exrternal titillations. Today, coping with with the inernal demons is a lot tougher.

Bhushan Says
There's is no doubt that today children tend tend to lose their innocence much too early. I will attribute this to our wildly aping the US - I repeat the US and not he west. US has no history from which a culture arises unlike any other country. And it is observed that any culture which can balance itself beween traditions and modernism progress a lot. Instilling traditional values in new generation from begining will impart them an identity which they lack at present which creates confusion and they will be able to choose between right and wrong.


Nysa Says
When I was passing thru this age, I was told by my parents that everything is neither good nor bad - its upto you to decide what is good for u n bad for you. Ofcourse the media exposure was also less. About casual sex - it is statistically proved that today 11-14 yrs of children are no more bacchas. They want to experiment everything they come across, unaware of the consequences. Its quite alarming that todays teens are much more grown up mentally than us, aware of things, possess just half the knowledge , which makes them curious and later on regret.

Godolphin Says
These young adults cannot be termed exactly as confused..they know about everything and also dont value morality as much as we do.

Saumya Says
Not confused not clueless plain dumb is what I would say. In west, the parents are too bewildered or bored or on drugs and cant be bothered two hoots about their kids. As far as they are concerned rude kids, teenage pregnancies, teenage crime is all the governments fault – but IDIOT indians do not see that. Kids who are now over exposed to the western world only see the freedom an average teenager has but the opp side is not visible to them.

Rajesh (Kachra king) Says
Since the cost of living has increased, celebrities have started wearing less and eating less (being socially conscious), the people should follow them :D

Karan Says
I agree that teenagers and even pre-teens are losing their 'innocence' much too early with the rapid bombardment of pictures, shows and teen 'idols' thrown on them from the west. Closer home while the likes of Mallika Sherawat may not be an idol, her provocative behaviour, item numbers, do leave a wrong message in impressionable minds. The difference is our strong family and cultural values. It is these very qualities that make us the best but this 'MTVisation' of Indian kids will make us lose that critical advatage.

Chin Says
Well! I think now a days teenagers assume that sex is "the" right thing to do! Doesn't matter with whom they sleep with and how many times. I wonder why only sex,alcohal,money are associated with hip attitude? Cashing on the liberty being given they keep experimenting with life and hence fall pray to stuff like mms scandal! Its fine to have sex as its a personal choice however there are other things out there to experiment like one can concentrate on sports,politics,news and many other fruitful things. I don't really know what would be the "right" way to nourish and educate teenagers!

Samy Says
I'd say they are confused and don't really know the true meaning of liberated. With the focus shone on sexuality in physical terms....young adults dont value their bodies or minds as much.

Max Says
Its wrong to be exposed to such influences at such an early eage when kids are easily impressionable, have lack of wisdom to decide whats right and whats wrong. The Role Models are are merely acting in the advertisement for money. What is shown on TV these days is porn and has an adverse impact on kids minds. Saying that morality and decency are subjective doesnt mean we take leave of our senses because kids are being influenced by the media. They are confused not liberated.

Rpramod Says
CONFUSED is my verdict. This is because the advent of western values require that things be looked at from better perspective and teens at their age are not mature enough to have the right perspective. As a result they end up doing too many things too early, thus reducing their childhood years and early burnout. The realisations dont come in time to remedy the flaws. Parents should fill in the gap by providing that much needed perspective through which their kids can decide.

Vrij Says
The result is 13-15 yr olds who are members of the following groups:
* Can u believe I never had a GF/BF ?
* Can u believe I never kissed?
* Can u believe I never had sex?

Tejbir Says
Sexuality was always there it was just that older generation was not open enough and they suppressed their thoughts and views, now its not suppressed and kids before maturity seem to be talking abt it which i think is being mature and will clear many misconceptions at an early stage but yes a wrong portrayal of the same is what is worrying! There is a difference between educating and tittilating

Skj Says
It is necessary to write and debate on these kinda important stuffs. Well, as per India's decades old policies - follow the mid-path.

Potato Says
Yes. We all have passed through our early vulnerable years and I often wonder what youngsters at the age of 13 or 14 think when they see so much on tv, read in newspapers, mags etc etc.. Many can be easily decieved into thinking that that sort of life is much more happier to live in..

Puneet Singh Says
I guess a bit of both. They are liberated because they are given a lot more freedom than their parents were, they now are no longer afraid to step outside their safe homes and match their wits against the best around the world. Confused - because when they meet other cultures, they want to embrace it as their own and then in the strain of maintaining decorum they are not sure to the extent of the embrace. It depends on an individuals preference and maturity level.

Frenchita Says
Everybody is learning from everybody ..west from east ..east from west. And cant keep down good comedy like " sex and...." down for long

Priya Says
Singers/actors will do nething to get publicity, n they have to keep "fresh" by changing their "image" from time to time (i.e. Britney going from being a doll to a sex kitten). Key is to teach the gurls to be able to differentiate between whats ok on TV is not really ok in real life. Magazines with airbrushed models have the same problem.

Savy the Supermom Says
I think they think they are cool only because of if "care a damn attitude"..it reeks all over. but more than them..the issues to be addressed are with the parents who have actually found their feet in two boats and are actually in the juggling act.. otherwise..i think the focus is there in the kids but priority given to personal needs to be addressed with them.

Sharad Says
They are partially liberated thats why they are confused.


Wise Donkey Says
I think kids today are just puppets whose strings are pulled by marketing giants. The role models are decided by cola companies. They have to be "cool" and cool is defined by what you eat, say and wear and not who you are. Kids are a reflection of the parents own insecurity. USA has become a symbol of what one should aspire to be, but the problems are not shown. If the Indian kids compare themselves with their western counterparts for freedom then they shud take responsibility and not expect their parents to sponsor their lifestyle and studies.

Bharati Says
I guess its "confused liberty" both from the from the parents perspective and from teh teenagers perspective. From parents perspective because they are confused abt the amount of liberty that is to be given and from teenagers perspective because they dont know how to make use of the partial liberty!!

Malini Says

Confused and clueless, and why only teens, its us too..guess in this "instant" age of changing ideals, what is true today will be a passe tomorrow...so we turn on to some other thing..endless quest for illusive goals.

Ghalib Fan Says
Todays the youth are blindly following the west....and a very much confused.. we should not forget our culture,whcih is far superior to them...... we should adopt their technologies but not their culture.......we should draw a line somwhere....

Originally posted on Monday, May 15, 2006 1:34 PM

Didnt Think I Would. But I Did.

Fifty Posts. Eight Months. I didn’t think I would last this long.

When I started to write, I didn’t know what shape my blog would take. Will it be my personal diary or will it be an amalgamation of thoughts. I never though I would comment on political or social issues. But then I never thought I would be sharing my disjoint thoughts with people I had never met and with whom I have a connection!

This fiftieth post is turning into a personal journey which I didn’t think it would. I was going to write something political. Well that’s reserved for some other time.

I don’t know if 50 is a milestone. But when I read my older posts, I feel that I have grown so much as a person (figuratively and not physically :D). And at times I wonder if I really wrote what I wrote! And whether it would be a pleasant surprise or shock if people in my real life ever come across my blog.

Well the journey continues as this zephyr quietly breezes across O3!

On a parting note, I have been asked about my pseudo name many times. Here's a little poem to explain it.

Feel me caress your cheeks
Or as I play with your hair
Let my warmth envelope you
Try not to control me
As not in a bottle can I be held
Neither in the fist of your palm
Let not this zephyr become a storm untamed
An elusive enigma let me remain

Originally posted on Tuesday, May 09, 2006 4:32 PM

Pigeon Factory, A Maternity Ward And A Song

There’s a pigeon factory in my home! Now now… it doesn’t mean that I make pigeons. It means that many pigeon couples live in my balcony. After been evicted many times, they have unfailingly returned here. Just like the encroachment on Delhi streets. May be I need a Supreme Court stay order or will it be a fly order?

And these pigeons reproduce @ speed of light! I think they compete with other couples who will produce more kids. Hence the pigeon population keeps increasing. Is it an Indian phenomenon which has trickled down to pigeons or does it happen everywhere? The ‘maternity ward’ as called by my family, is doing brisk business these days.

Oh the babies are actually adorable. They are yellow in colour and look like chicks (and chicks here doesn’t mean hot looking women). One little chick got my attention. So I sang Nelly Furtado’s ‘I am like a bird’ to it everyday. A few days later the baby died and I was heart broken. I hope I didn’t kill it with my singing. I just wanted to motivate it to fly.

And here’s one couple who has made a home at my window sill. If in the night I switch on the light, they think that morning has arrived. Invariably they start flying and end up crashing on the grill. Bird brain, they are!

Alright, enough of pigeon tales for now. Gotta go and pretend to work now!

Originally posted on Wednesday, May 03, 2006 1:31 PM

Forest Gump: Reel to Real

As I heard that four and a half year old boy called Budhia had created a world record I suddenly remembered Forest Gump.


This kid was discovered when he was told to run around a ground as a form of punishment. The punisher forgot all about it and when he came five hours later, this little boy was still running around the ground!



I wonder what made him run so much?


After that, he was trained by a coach for about an year. And now after running 65 km in 7.2 hours, he gets to be in the limca book of records.



Read the news story here

Update: Oh.. and here is an interesting counter view



Originally posted on Tuesday, May 02, 2006 3:40 PM


Forest Gump: Reel to Real

As I heard that four and a half year old boy called Budhia had created a world record I suddenly remembered Forest Gump.

This kid was discovered when he was told to run around a ground as a form of punishment. The punisher forgot all about it and when he came five hours later, this little boy was still running around the ground!

I wonder what made him run so much?

After that, he was trained by a coach for about an year. And now after running 65 km in 7.2 hours, he gets to be in the limca book of records.

Read the news story here
Update: Oh.. and here is an interesting counter view

Originally posted on Tuesday, May 02, 2006 3:40 PM