Baharhal - "However"

Few day ago i just asked one of my friend to tell me something to write on...
He behaved junk and given me the word "Baharhal" meaning however who he just heard on a hindi news channel. "Whats this??" I thought , but then taking it as challenge i wrote piece of poetry for the same topic that too both in English and Hindi as well, here it goes...

था  हर  वक़्त ,
हर  समय , तुम्हारा  ख्याल..

ज़िन्दगी  की  दौड़  धुप  ने ,
बदल  दी  सब  की  चाल..

रात  भर  जागने  के  बाद  मिलती ,
सीने  की  जलन  और  आंखें  लाल..

अपने  ही  हाथों  से  बुना  मैंने ,
खुद  को  ही  फ़साने  का  जाल..

खैर  कब  तक  सहें ,
भूल  गया  हूँ  सब  कुछ  "बहरहाल"..

English Translation:

Everytime, every second,

it was you whom i consider..

Everybody has changed,
in the life's own scamper..

And awaking in night given me,
nothing but chest pain and red pincer..

From my own hand i wove,

the trap for myself to capture..

Anyways how long i will bear,
I forgot everything now "However"..

Dabangg.....

From my childhood days i was very much impressed by Police and liked this profession as well. Actually i was influenced mostly by the Paisa , Power and Politics which can be accompanied , achieved and associated with the job of police.

Talking of money, although they don't earn much on paper but under the table and over the floor they earn multiple times of their original.
And what can be said about their Power.!! They can slap anybody without any reason , tease girls , have free Pans and cold drinks and still nobody can say or do them anything.
And finally their contacts are with high profile people and politicians.
Even in movies either positive or negative part of police is shown , but they are always shown to have power in hands which they really have as they are legal law protectionist.

So having all these image i always wanted to be a Super cop but juxtapose to it i am a Software Engineer today who have nothing to do beside pressing keys on keyboard and mouse. And it has no fascination in it. And influenced by same fascination and by crying a lot to my parents i got this dress for myself.

Well my blog doesnt aim to defame Indian  police deptt. and i beleive it is one of the responsible job which shape our society and they really do their job perfectly or atleast try to. It is sometimes the overhead pressure or one or two corrupt policemen who blotten the whole lot.

Wearing this dress in between my friends i really behaved as if i am a real police. And don't know why my little friends get frightened by me too in my that specific Avatar.
And i behaved like Dabangg...  :)

P.S.   I never used to be a chor(thief) while playing police chor. 

Readymade Vs Tailor made.

Recently i bought a Formal pair for myself. I just loved its look and design but the main problem with the ready-made dresses are their fitting.I don't know about ladies and girls but I guess boys can understand my feeling very well. :). And this makes me think why every time i invest in ready made , "just because of short of time." This time factor costs me very much in long run when the dress finally get unwearable due to discomfort it creates and also due to my increasing waist and stomach.
Then why should not i go for tailor made for myself. Stitching done as per my size and that too so wisely by the tailor that it feels comfortable even when body fitting size varies with time.
I remember my college days and before that my school days when i use to wear tailor made only.Jeans or denim were the only ready-made with me. While in school my dress material was provided by school itself but my personal tailor used to made it so perfect that i felt my school dress too comfortable. And i can do wonders if i feel comfortable. Honestly , i was much popular and kind of hero earlier but with the advent of my inclination toward ready-made i started losing my charm specially in the corporate world. Anyways this is something very mismatching thing to talk as per topic so lets go again to my college time and talk about my dressing then. I had special customized stitched shirts with most of them having label "S" near my pocket as an initial for my name and was done on special request by me to my tailor. I used to show that to everybody and made myself feel special between them. Trousers i started wearing ready-made mostly by then. And now my life revolves around ready-made only.Which i don't find good.
I am not against ready-made, it is very good if u get ready-made according to your size but it really don't happens every time.
Point is, take your time, if u really looking for cool and comfortable formals for office , tailor made is far better than ready-made. Just chose a good cloth of your choice and after your tailor do wonders for you , you will really love to wrap them around and will surely look like a great gentleman. (which of course I am.!!)

CID - the glorious 10 years

It has been 10 years of CID and people are still watching it. Amazing!!
I guess people working in this show are kind of doing a govermnent job. They must have, by now,used to of such acting skill and in each show i guess no much preparation might be required.
I clearly remember myself watching the first episode of CID on newly started channel Sony 10 years back. I was fond of watching TV and thriller shows that time. CID was a part of package "Thriller Thursday!!" along with AAHAT and Sannata. 
The very first episode i liked so much that i watched it continuously for 1 year. I really liked all the characters from ACP Pradyuman , Daya , Abhijit to Fredriks.Even the lady cop(which continued to change with some episodes). And how can we forget Dr. Sulankhe. But with time with similar sort of story and similar dialogues action..  It became monotonous and I became mature enough to avoid watching it by then. Some repetetions can be easily noticed:

Shuffling and twisting hand of ACP along with one eyebrow raised.

"Daya Darwaza Tod Do." Everytime its Daya only who had to made this effort.

One slap of Daya is enough to make the victim vomit the truth.

Also with one slap only victim reaches directly to CID HQ from any point of the world.

But while doing my engg and entering into corporate world i was not knowing that it is still on air and people are still watching it. Whenever i used to see it on TV i always thought it is repeat telecast of older episodes. But now only i came to know that show is coming continuously and people are watching it too.!!
So even i appreciate it or not but there is something in the show which has still captrured there attention and hats off to all the actors,writers and directors who had really managed to run it for 10 years.

Why??

"It hurts when you miss someone but it feel good to know you are getting missed"  --- A.N.  aka Rakesh

Brother,every time you followed and admired your elders,
Then why left us to carry your weight on our shoulders?

You had the great sportsman spirit and loved cricket,
Then why the hell so early you had lost your wicket?

What about the promises that were made by you?
Who will now make those dreams come true?

Had you sang,danced and played, at last to fly?
And made us remember all of them and cry....

You had made us proud many a time
We hadn't clapped, was that our crime?

You're gone,even now i am not able to believe,
Wished if it had been again one of your mischieve

Just pray you come again, argue with me and make a call,
And say "whatever Bhaiyya, between you and me, i am tall!!"

You might be happy on getting missed,
You will come back,till last time i wished....


--- In remembrance of my brother A.N. aka Rakesh.

                                            1 Aug 1989 - 14 Oct 2010

Irony

Some or the other time we face some irony in our life...
Here i am going to describe one such incident with my bestest friend

When I receive your phone,
And speak in decent tone.
you say to me "Ears pinching, don’t shout.”,
"Your voice is like head of marching scout."
What else I can do ,I start to whisper,
like with the gentle breeze, leaves wither.
On that u say “be a little loud.”,
I guess u r in between a crowd.
Now I get into dilemma what tone to use,
be loud or soft, I totally get confuse.
While I’m in thinking process, there comes a sound,
"Where r u? Speak something",& I become dumb found.
Hearing this when I say "Look, how u shouted, can you rate?"
Voice comes as "Who me? How can I? My voice is so delicate!!".
On this I pull my hair , like a mad,
Thinking even my voice is not so bad.
Finally I find a calm place to talk,
where while murmuring I can also walk.
From my tone one can say as if I m in some FEAR,
But I’ve no issues, till it’s for friend who's too DEAR.

Udaan...

Although i am not a movie critic , and even if i would have been who might have cared about my thoughts over a movie.
But here i can't resist myself writing upon a movie which really touched me and i m sure like me, many of us can relate ourselves with the movie.

The basic idea in movie is how the hell lot of areas and hobbies where a child think of going one step further more and take it seriously as their career driven substance is easily wiped away by parents sometime due to their ignorance or having a traditional thought of making their child either an engineer or Doctor.

Again at some point of our life we feel disconnected from our parents and develop a lot of misunderstandings between us which i admit shown in a bit different way in movie,which might not be common to general,though idea remains the same.

Here the main protagonist is a boy who had good writing skills and want to pursue it as his career, but thrown to Engineering college by his father(who himself is much frustrate being alone in life) as an outrage of the scandal done by him in his school even after requesting time and again for letting him be a writer which his father consider as a cheap job , that will not even fetch him earn his bread & butter.

I guess there are many of us who had their own field of creativity in them and they have even carved a peculiar niche of theirs while being in school but couldn't seriously convert it to their career due to similar situations and finally we get concerted to engineers or something else.

As story continues the boy couldn't concentrate on his engineering and continues with his passion till he get failed in engineering. In between he tried many times to persuade his father to listen to his poetry and praise him like others do, but instead of encouraging he call it a scrap.Many of us might have gone through such phase with parents. But surely not gone through this phase of daring act to follow our dream instead of imposed one as after the parental wish and pressure we became a kind of scapegoat and sacrifice our interest and skill.
We don't dare like the boy who continued his interest rather than imposed academics on him. Although what i describe as coward act is right in one way that with this we can at least make our future somewhere  instead of falling in between the two stools.

Which finally happened to the boy. After being failed and getting reasons behind it, his father burnt his notebook where he used to write. And asked him to just work for him in his factory. He had none other option and had to work like a worker.
In his extreme painful life his local and school friends gave him a sense of relief. Even his step brother whom he used to hate earlier became his companion. And this is the age when parental thought seems to be imposing on us and the plans , dreams that we weave with our friends become our reality. At this child age we find some gap between us and parents,which is what i am sure many  of has experienced.

Finally the boy run away from home to find his own destination , his own life , his own big leap(Udaan) trying to give wing to his dream!!

P.S. The recent success and awards to UDAAN at all Indian film festivals really proves how nice the movie is and people are able to connect with it. 
Sharing some pictures and a film fest brochure of it: