A new project – to improve the old one!

Hey friends!

I have been thinking about revamping my blog for a long time now. Presentation, look-and-feel, colors, and so on. But I have realized that the most important thing I need to revamp is the content. Being a technical writer and an aspiring writer/editor myself, I think I should refresh my old blog of 9 years – by editing and revising the existing posts first.

This WordPress site has seen many locations: apartments, workplaces, buses and rickshaws, even, as I wrote posts on the fly. Especially during my initial years, I wrote from my heart ( You may read that as did not bother to proofread šŸ˜› ).

So this is me, trying to proofread and edit and hopefully make better, all my blog posts to date. I will post on social media the links of posts I think people may have missed earlier.

Wish me luck! šŸ™‚

 

New beginnings!

Hello all!

Now, as cliched as the title of this blog may sound, I am definitely going to create something new here, from now on… Confused about the abrupt beginning ( if there is something like that!) ? Well, that is because I was taken aback after finding out that I last blogged on the 20th of July 2010, which is one and a half years ago! Whoaaa!!! And more so, because I just checked my draft posts section, and there are 36 incomplete fellas sitting tight there! For a minute I began to wonder whether I have lost my thing of writing – when I was relieved to find out that a sudden wave of wanting to write swept over me. So, here I am, writing a blog post after a long time, promising myself that I will publish it unlike the last 36 times, and deciding (again) to start writing regularly. A warning: do not take me seriously until I actually start writing regularly.

Anyways, let me come back on track and wish all of you a very happy new year (although I am pretty sure there are hardly any readers left :(( ). Ā This new year has definitely brought some really new things for me, such as a different country to live in, no job in that country, an opportunity to take a competitive exam to get a higher degree, and so on. I was also going to add – a new attitude- in there, but I guess only time will tell if that has really happened. šŸ™‚

Anyways, I spent my new year’s eve on a quite low-key note this time, unlike last year’s brouhaha, but yet, it was so much better. My husband and I took the much needed rest ( We were recovering from a 30-day shopping and packing frenzy and a long flight from Pune to Chicago), and watched TV with soda and popcorn to give us company. It was quite soothing, and much reminded me of the way we used to bring in the new year during my school days. We anyways did not have the energy for a back-to-back celebration, what with the 30th ofĀ DecemberĀ being our 2nd marriage anniversary! šŸ™‚

As for new year’s resolutions, which I unfailingly make and break every year, I made a bunch of them. Some were the same old ones, such as losing weight, eating healthy, writing and reading more, learning to meditate and relax and so on. Others were slightly new, such as studying hard, planning my day well, bringing more discipline in my routine, and changing my outlook towards some things. šŸ™‚

Let us see how I keep all of these, but you will definitely be able to see how I keep one of these – writing regularly.

Okay then people, hope to be writing again soon, and till then, cheers to the new beginnings! šŸ™‚

I felt ashamed of myself today…

Picture this incident – The driver of a PMPMLĀ bus that was quite vacant, shut both the doors of the bus at an overcrowded SanghviĀ Fata bus stop, so that peopleĀ couldn’t board it. A boy, 15-16 years old, protested and asked for the door to be opened. The conductor did not listen, and barked that there was another empty bus behind. As we had already guessed, there was none! As this bus tried to make way through the heavy traffic, 4-5 ppl including the boy,Ā again caught up with it, and began yelling that they had been waiting for over an hour there, and they must be let in. The driver and conductor didn’t budge…so the boy stood in front of the bus and blocked its way….Quite some traffic was accumulatingĀ behind us, so I thought the boys would be let in..To my horror, the conductor and driver not just kept the doors of the bus shut, but threatenedĀ the boy that they would run him over, if he didn’t make way for the bus. This screaming, yelling and abusing went on for a long time…vehicles kept honking behind us and a decision had to be taken by somebody..Finally the boy, frustrated as he was, picked up a large stone fallen on the road..That, made the driver change his mind, and he opened the doors of the bus. Once the boys entered the bus, there another round of abuse. Th boy tried to talk rationally, explaining that had the bus been full, he would never have demanded to board it…but since he was being continually abused, he started abusing back…the whole scene turned very ugly, and ended only when the boy in question alighted the bus at his stop, albeit not without some ugly verbal exchange with the driver.

In the meanwhile, like all other passengers in the bus,Ā I sat silently watching the whole episode, agreeing with the boy from within, yet saying nothing to the driver and conductor, who were clearly in the wrong!!

When the driver didn’t open the doors, I could have protested; when he threatenedĀ to run the boy over, I could have protested;..but no, I sat like a statue, just like typical Indian public, who I keep criticising for such attitude of theirs!!

I felt ashamed of myself today……

Where the mind is without fear!

Just remembered my school prayer..thought you all would appreciate it too… It is an extract from the great Rabindranath Tagore’s Nobel-winning Geetanjali…Here it goes…

Where The Mind is Without Fear

    WHERE the mind is without fear and the head is held high
    Where knowledge is free
    Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
    By narrow domestic walls
    Where words come out from the depth of truth
    Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
    Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
    Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
    Where the mind is led forward by thee
    Into ever-widening thought and action
    Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

This is what I have written about! (a reminder to you, and ME)

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  • Books, my first love!!! (6)
  • Comical tragedies (9)
  • Feeling Good Good Good!! (4)
  • Just a thought! (24)
  • Keeping my eyes open! (37)
  • Man is a social animal! (27)
  • Melodies of life!!! (2)
  • My writing stints(or stunts)!! (6)
  • No matter what, Wit always rules!! (5)
  • Notes to readers (6)
  • On Movies People Make,Here’s my take!(Movie reviews) (22)
  • Random sightings (6)
  • The adventurous side of me! (2)
  • The Idiot Box! (1)
  • Trudging down the memory lane (10)
  • What I hear, n what I readā€¦ā€¦.. (13)
  • Zor ka jhatka!(‘Current’ Affairs) (27)
  • Mumbai Meri Jaan!!

    ATTENTION: This post is not a movie review…its just an attempt to describe the movie hand in hand with its lovely title song!! Lemme know how you find it. The movie review’s coming up soon!
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    AE DIL HAI MUSHKIL, JEEENA YAHAN, JARA HATKE JARA BACHKE YE HAI BOMBAY MERI JAAN…….

    O my heart, it’s so difficult…to live on here, a li’l conscious, a li’l careful this is Mumbai my dear……….

    And in this Mumbai, there is a Rupali Joshi(Soha Ali Khan), a mainstream TV journalist who is hard-working but typically TRP-sensitive,Ā  and then later, a victim of her own news channel who broadcasts her personal tragedy as a aaj ki taaza khabar!
    KAHIN BUILDING, KAHIN TRAAMEIN, KAHIN MOTOR KAHIN MILL, MILTA HAI YAHAN SAB KUCHH, IK MILTA NAHI DIL……
    And there is a very righteous, conscientious Indianism-preacher Nikhil (R Madhavan) who ends up dropping guns when it really matters, and gets convinced that US is indeed the right place for people like him……Ā 
    INSAAN KA NAHI KAHIN NAM-O-NISHAAN…YEH HAI BOMBAY YEH HAI BOMBAY YE HAI BOMBAY MERI JAAAN……………

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    Then there is a hawaldarĀ  (Vijay Maurya) who is angry about the whole condition of the police force, wants to do something about this, and yet can’t entirely muster up the courage……..
    KAHIN SATTA KAHIN PATTA KAHIN CHORI KAHIN RACE, KAHIN DAAKA KAHI FAAKA KAHIN THOKAR KAHIN THES…….
    And there is a almost-bankrupt and almost-anti-Islam computer vendor Suresh (Kay Kay Menon) who thinks he can atleast try and do his bit against terrorism by suspecting, and inspecting fellow-Muslims…..
    BEKAARON KE HAIN KAIN KAAM YAHAN, YEH HAI BOMBAY YEH HAI BOMBAY YE HAI BOMBAY MERI JAAAN………….

    And there is a mobile chaiwala (Irrfan Khan) who creates his own way of taking revenge from the mall he was thrown out from, by calling malls with hoax bomb threats and ruining their business….
    BEGHAR KO AAWARA YAHA KEHTE HANS HANS, KHUD KAATE GALE SABKE KAHE ISKO BUSINESS……
    But when he realizes what harm he can cause by doing this, (an elderly man suffers from a heart attack at the mall), he repents thoroughly and mends his ways….
    EK CHEEZ KE HAIN KAIN NAAM YAHAN, YEH HAI BOMBAY YEH HAI BOMBAY YE HAI BOMBAY MERI JAAAN…………..

    And there is another hawaldarĀ  (Paresh Rawal) who is so used to the corrupt ways of life that he always tells his colleagues, “mumbai me sirf picture dekhne ka, usme acting nahi karne ka ….”, and yet when his conscience rings, heĀ lets go off Suresh who’d once abused him saying… Aapko kisine dhakka diya, aur aapne usko dhakka na deke ye silsila udhar hi khatm kar dia, to problem to khatam hiĀ na…..Ā Ā 
    BURA DUNIYA KO HAI KEHTA AISA BHOLA TO BAN, JO HAI KARTA WO HAI BHARTA HAI YAHA KA YE CHALAN
    And this same Suresh then finds a new way of friendship, business and life…….
    DADAGIRI NAHIN CHALNE KI YAHAN, YEH HAI BOMBAY YEH HAI BOMBAY YE HAI BOMBAY MERI JAAAN…………..

    AE DIL HAI AASAAN, JEEENA YAHAN, JARA HATKE JARA BACHKE YE HAI BOMBAY MERI JAAN…….

    O my heart, it’s so easy…to live on here, a li’l conscious, a li’l careful this is Mumbai my dear………. šŸ™‚

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