Once you are past the age of pursuing education, people expect you to do things which the entire clan of dumbheads is doing. You go to a social gathering and you are hit by questions like “What are you doing these days?”. You candidly answer, “I am training students and working as an HR manager.” Then you get counsels like, “Why don’t you apply for the civil services, the government facilities are so good.” “Why don’t you go for an MBA in HR, that will help you in adding value to your job..” “You should stick to technology; the market is bouncing back now.” “Why don’t you get married and then decide what job you want to take up.” The last but one question is something that seems inevitable after a certain age. Once you are in age bracket of 22-28, you realize that the society is more worried than you, or your parents. There is a lot of social pressure and you have to answer them by either letting go your aims or settling for a partner irrespective of your mental preparedness, or face the wrath of the people.
There are a very few people who would come up to and say, “You are doing a great job. Wish you all the luck and success.” I have been waiting to hear that. But there has been a negative trend and all have decided to follow that path. I wonder how they would feel if one day their children get to hear all this shit.
There are some people whom I know, who have given up everything just to experience struggle. To go through tough times in order to realize what is their real strength; whether it is technology, people skills, management, or teaching. But when there is a hiatus accompanied so much pressure and nitpicks, one really is scared to let go the success factor and pursue struggle.
I totally respect those who have let gone their last name “Success” which refused to leave the identity and have taken up what they always wanted to pursue. A little struggle convoyed with a lot of support makes the journey worth passing through.
Some people really pull my spirits down. I only wish they get an iota of what they have been giving us!
Thanks, but no Thanks for your advice.
Looking within
What age is it when you grow up? They keep asking me... Why don't you grow up? You have all degrees and qualification but you lack the maturity. How will you train your kids to become good individuals if you lack maturity yourself? The alibis that i have been giving since ages have been ignored, always.
There was a nice movie where the actor adopts a kid to prove that he can responsible too. His girlfriend never beleives that they were good enough to get married because she always thought that her boyfriend did not know what resposibilities were. In the process to make his girlfriend realise that he isn't a blacksheep, he adopts a kid and later goes on to lose his girfriend which was obviously bound to happen. But in the process of realising his potential of being responsible and mature he realises that it is very necessary for the kids to learn certain things all by themselves. He also goes to the limit of letting the kid decide a name of his own and the kid names himself -Frankenstein.
But i have realised that i am under a lot of pressure and i keep getting directions at every moment in my life. Is it too much dependence on parents, my inability to make decisions, lack of freedom or am i simply bound by the values and morals of being obedient all the time. Well, i am not obedient all the time. My master says that disagreeing is different from disobeying or disrespecting. But when the youngsters, today, put forth their views, they are said to be the disobedient, useless, hopeless generation with no morals.
I beg to differ! There has to be some point of time when you have to let go the kid and let it grow all by himself. That is when you will see him grow in true terms. Some people prefer being children all their lives, carefree and full of enthusiasm. In the entire process of introspection you tend to lose your individuality. You can't make everyone happy, even if they are you elders back home. Because what you are cannot be changed but what and how you do things in certain situation can change with time.
The generation gap needs attention, otherwise this will go on and the expectations of our elders and the aspirations of the youngsters won't be ever aligned.
Pig Fear
The main problem that a man faces is insecurity. Either he is afraid of losing his loved ones, or afraid of losing his job, or insecure about his funds in stock market or simply insecure that he might catch swine flu if he travels :D.
I was supposed to have some relatives from USA next month. But sadly, they cancelled their plans, obviously because of swine flu.
There's a little Chap in my apartment who asked me the other day, "Where did swine Flu come from?"
And i assumed and said that it was probably from countries where Pork was used as a major form of meat. United States of America is one of the Countries where Pork i.e. the Pig meat is widely used.
Globalisation, privatisation started in the west, then came to India and stayed here. The trend of following valentine's day, friendship's day started in the west, came to India and stayed here. The Swine flu which started there, came to India is probably going to stay here for sometime. Why are we able to breed such negative things for so long? The positives, obviously are supposed to survive.
The insecurity factor leads you devoid of so many things which you may regret later on.
Nonetheless, these are small things which makes us what we are - Human Beings...
Bloody Racism
What if I hit you hard because you are darker than me? What if I abuse you because you are more intelligent than me? The rhapsody that engulfs my arena, after making you realise that you are a lesser creed and a threat to my existence, makes me feel so good. You don’t deserve to be here because you have an edge over many things. You don’t deserve to enjoy any rights for self development and that of the society. You cannot intrude and take my job from me. I know I can’t do it as good as you do it…. But it’s my job after all. I am less talented than you are, that is why I want you out of my domain. You are progressing and helping others progress too, that’s the reason why I can’t stand you. You are a developing economy and I ask you to go back to your nation and think about your welfare, not ours. I am a racist and rightly so, I can’t tolerate the fact that you are doing better than me.
Paint your self white and then come to my country… until then stay in your limits and go back…
This was an insight into the mind of a racist who believes not in humanity, who is scared because he doubts his abilities, who is afraid of domination- which is inevitable.
The country culture differs…. And I am proud to say that ours is the best, where guests are treated like God.
I feel sorry for the people who have belittled the honour of the countries they belong to by mistreating the Indians.
I feel very sorry….
Out of the mind... and into the post...
Do any of these quotes soothe the wrath within you? Are you really going to sleep peacefully after knowing that the next terrorist attack could be in your city. Ae we vulnerable?? or are we brave? or are we in need of support...
"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It is already tomorrow in Australia"
some funny ones..
"I don’t worry about terrorism. I was married for two years.”
Or
"The most powerful military in the world cannot invade, kill or capture a network or destroy every loose weapon on the planet. The best response to this network of terror is to build a network of our own -- a network of like-minded countries and organizations that pools resources, information, ideas, and power. Taking on the radical fundamentalists alone isn’t necessary, it isn’t smart, and it won’t succeed."
There has been a lot of reactions on the attacks... it is no use only putting across opinions and perceptions.
It's time to act.... .
Preet-Vipreet.
They say,You can have control over everything in this whole wide world, but u can never control a person's Free Will. What if someone gets the power to control a person's Free will? How would it seem if two people fall in love succumbing to the someone's else pressure?
A simple piece of rhyme for a very complex situation. :)
Dekh dekh, samajh samajh
kya hai ye sab sahaj sahaj
boojhe jo man ki uljhan ko
jaaye goonthi sulajh sulajh
man ke khel khilau main
jo chahe karvau main
chalo kahu to chale duniya
katputli banakar nachau main
bandh kar de apni ye vyarth khoj
bhool ja ye sab sanjog jog
chal nayee duniya main dikhaunga
ab na kar tu koi pratishodh
Dekh ladki, samajh samajh
baat ye hai bilkul sahaj sahaj
dhoondh rahi hai kisko tu
aankhon me kiski aas hai
dekh, pehchaan, yahi hai wo
jiski tujhko talaash hai
parakh le tu is naujawan ko
ye pyaar me majnu kehlata hai
jaan de de apni laila ke liye,
aise daav ye lagata hai
bhaagti hai kin sapno ke peechhe
ye haath thaam le tu ankhiyaan meeche
ye prem ka saagar hai apaar
ye dor hai tujhko kheche kheeche
baat meri samajh samajh
tu soch me yu na ulajh ulajh....
Dekho wahan utha hai dhhuan
Lagta hai dilon ka mel hai
Isne uske dil ko chhua
Yahi to mera khel hai
Pyaar ko jaano pyaar ko samajho
samjho kya hota hai manmeet
pyaar me doobo, yahi hai waqt
tumse hi hai meri haar-jeet
dekh dekh, samajh samajh
kuch bhi nahi hai sahaj sahaj
sambhaal kar rakhte hai log apne dil
aur main kehta hu ulajh ulajh
kathakaar kehlau main
katputliyon ko nachau main
socha jo tha, wahi hua
ab kounsi dor hilau main??
ab kounsi dor hilau main...
dekh dekh samajh samajh
dor gayi hai ulajh ulajh
dekh dekh aur samajh samajh...
--Writing Credits(Copyright(C)) -Yamini and Jincy
Ya, it ain't funny!!
I owned a shop in the centre of the city and I liked it so much. The entire population of Kamazha loved my shop. Kamazha was the financial capital of Tramasia, I thought my proficiency and fluency in English, Tramasi, Gefrew and Marark would gain me more popularity. They did! The hoarding on my shop building said “Ghalib’s klothe”. It meant “Ghalib’s Cloth Store”.The maximum population spoke Tramasi in Kamazha –that was our national language.
I was the best trader in town. I had my shops spinning dollars for me. I was getting rich. As I saw fortune favouring me, I thought of giving myself some peace and visiting my hometown. How much I missed Mararkaz. My mother-tongue Marark. And my mother –Isabelle. I wanted to go home and see her face once. Tell her of my well being. That was the place where I belonged to.
But the violence back home was reaching its peak. The mango growers were being put to death because our mangoes would ripe before our neighbors’. The neighboring country wanted the land on which the mangoes matured before anywhere else. This would mean more trade and more money. In northern Tramasia, the mangoes were indeed a craze. The mango farms were beautiful. They were said to be heaven on earth. The shades of yellow signified the bright sun. The green leaves complimented the beauty of Mother Nature.
In Kamazha there was no peace either. I wasn’t a Gefrew, though I spoke the language well.(Gefrew was the local language of Kamazha) I was asked to change the name of my shop to “Hail Gefrew klothe Shop”. The local volunteers wanted to ban the national language and use the local language. My customers would have suffered because I had people from all places, from all castes coming and buying clothes. The activists came to our shops and hit our salesmen. They wanted everything, every deal to be done in Gefrew. The numbers had to be in Gefrew, the lines drawn on our accounts book had to be in the local language. We were asked to drink water in Gefrew, walk in Gefrew, talk in Gefrew (ofocurse!!!) and live as if Gefrew would rule the world. The entire nation of Tramasia was being segregated into parts. On one end there were mango fields being seized, on the other end people were asked to leave their hometowns giving way to naxalites and here we were suffering because we chose to speak Tramasi or Marark over Gefrew.
The jingoism had reached it’s peak, when I thought it would be fair to kill the forbearers of such dastardly acts.
Today I read in the Gefrew Times that someone killed the local leader in the local language –Gefrew…
I sit in my shop staring beyond what seems visible.
My Gramphone plays the song :
Let there be peace on Earth and let it begin with me
Let there be peace on Earth, the peace that was meant to be
With God as our father,
Brothers all are we,
Let me walk with my brother,
In perfect Harmony…
Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me….