Friday, August 26, 2011

"Fasting As Democracy Decays"- A disappointment


Gautam Adhikari,
Former Executive Editor,
Times of India.
                                                                                                                                                                             25/08/2011
Dear Sir,
          I tried searching your email ID to contact you personally for you article in the Times of India, 25/08/2011- Fasting As Democracy Decays, but was unable to find it on the net. So, here I write and hope that it will reach you sooner or later.
I was really upset and disappointed to find that a man of your stature and knowledge could actually publish something like that. I was flabbergasted and hence, you may call it an action in heat of the moment. Your concerns over the decay of Indian Democracy is absolutely justified. But again, isn't the realization too late? The seeds of the decay of Indian Democracy were sown long before when India was born in 1947. The largest Democracy in the world is already decayed while some social activist tries to bring in a preservative so that the Democracy which is yet to be born does not face the same situation. You might call a 65 year long family regime a Democracy... I call it autonomy. We today, are under the rule of Monarchs who have been ruling the country for more than a half a century. Tomorrow, their sons, grandsons, and great grandsons may take over the Congress. Indian National Congress does not exist. The only thing that is ruling the largest democracy in the world is pure Monarchy.
You have written in your article "We vote regularly and throw out parties in power when majority wants change". First, I would like to point out that we do not vote regularly!! The average vote percentage in this country hardly touches 50. So it's not a matter of majority wanting change, coz the majority doesn't even vote. Moreover, the people who caste their votes also consists of people who have sold their votes to parties in exchange of little favours which they keep getting once in every five years. Furthermore, how many times have you seen changes occurring in these 65 years? Hadn't it been a change if the Lokpal Bill was passed in 1971 with some major discussions and thought processes going in it? But it didn't happen. Did it? So it is quite clear, we haven't seen changes or else the nation today wouldn't have been demanding one so desperately. Seems quite logical.
Second, you say citizens of a truly liberal democracy must demonstrate their understanding, popular acceptance and daily practice of democratic behaviour in the interlude between elections. But this article too comes at a time when we sense elections are somewhere around the corner. Isn't the whole article politically motivated? The crores of Indians reading TOI on 25/08/2011 must have gone through your article. You might have as well succeeded in convincing the ones who seem to sway with some educated, well edited, articles with a strong name attached to it. But again, I do not think that many of them would agree with you as long as Anna is fasting and they too have some brains.
Third, you say "Anna Hazare's fast unto death is a clear instance of misunderstood democracy. He and his supporters believe that it is quite democratic to either get his way or commit suicide". I would really like to know what democracy is in your words. It is not getting things done from the government at gun point for sure, but do you see a democratic way to do the same and fight against corruption? If there had been one, it would have already been discovered in these 65 years. Fighting against something serious has never been considered democratic in this country and never will be in times to come. But Anna has surely found a way to bring about a change, and people like you are the ones who oppose it in any manner whatsoever. We won't be surprised to know if there is some political vested interest of yours in writing such an article. The nation doesn't expect this from a person like you. If suicide is against democracy, then there are many things which are- I won't be going into all that assuming you would already know that by the recent events. So why do you only point out the suicide factor and raise it as an issue against democracy? You say citing Gandhi in support of fasts is misconceived. I guess so is your article. It has more to it that all that meets the eye.
Fourth, you say about Gandhi- The great man fasted against an imperial rule in an undemocratic society. Agreed, but are you saying whatever Gandhi did was right just because he did it against an  imperial rule and not a Democracy and Anna is wrong just because he is doing it in a democracy? First of all, Democracy or no Democracy, whatever is done to bring about a change is always unacceptable at that point of time. When it is finally successful in bringing about a change, everything seemed perfect. You say- For Gandhi, fasting fitted well into his framework of civil disobedience. I ask, Just because it is named a Civil Disobedience movement, things are acceptable, whereas in Anna case he does it under a different name, things are not? Is it just for the namesake? I am sorry to say but it makes no sense at all. You say Gandhi worked against the law as it then prevailed. So is Anna. Mr. Adhikari, I must tell you, be it Gandhi or Anna- fought for change. A must change for the Indian society. You may give it whatever name you feel like, the bottomline is both fought for something relevant- A change in the political system. We do not need any certificates to prove whatever Anna is doing is noble and today we might go to any extent to achieve it. Just like people who fought in the struggle for Independence. Even Civil Disobedience was against the ways of that time and there would have been editors like you who would have pointed out that such a thing is against the political laws of that time. If whatever Anna does, should be under a Democratic way, I'd say it's better to give up the fight because then we should not expect changes. We have been doing things the democratic way since 1947 and look where we are.
You say whatever Anna is doing is not a fight against corruption. I beg to differ. I really feel amazed and ashamed at the same time when people say that such a move won't end things the way they are and won't mark a new beginning. If this is the attitude of a well known and famed editor of a leading newspaper, I do not know what to say further. If something is being done for a cause, there are always obstructions in between who tend to hamper the movement. You are one such obstruction who can influence a mass at will. If you cannot play a role in supporting something useful, do not play a role in demotivating your readers. This is not just my request. It is a request of every Indian reading your article.
You say making Lokpal sit to end the corruption in judgement over everybody else is a silly idea. It might be a silly idea but a similar idea brought about changes in Singapore in 1982 to make it the Singapore we know today. You might say that this is India, and nothing like that would happen over here. Well, then nothing goes in trying. We can say we tried. Had you been in the pre-independence era you might have said that all those movements by Gandhi and his followers would not end the 200 year old regime by the English. But you see, changes do happen when "Majority" wants it to happen.
You describe India or rather accept that India is among the most corrupt nations of the world. Let me tell you a fact, which you might already be knowing. India is placed 73rd in the world's most corrupt countries behind nations like USA, UK, and Russia. But that sure doesn't make the fight against corruption any less venomous. Why is India at the top in terms of accumulated amounts in the Swiss Banks? It has been the result of people following a democracy since the past 65 years!!
Then you say "Fighting Corruption should mean fewer checkpoints, not more". I said have to say a "WOW"... a big wow to that! I have no other adjectives to describe this sentence. This shows according to you, we had more checkpoints on corruption all these 65 years and that is why we have the top slot in the Swiss Bank accounts which is 4 times than Russia (2nd in the rankings). I find it so weird that you can say all that under political influences. Your whole article suggests that the Congressmen have bribed you to express Dr. Manmohan Singh's words in your editorial section. Even after resignation, you seem to be of great value to the government.
You call this movement a Cancer, ignoring the general corruption all these years. Yes, one man dared to raise his voice. It doesn't mean that we should suppress it. Every common man today is facing corruption in some form or the other in his daily life. That is the hard earned money of poor Indian people that fill the pockets of our political leaders. So, what sense it makes not to raise voice against it? Every Common man has his share of problems with the corrupt bureaucracy we face today. But every man cannot go onto streets and join the protest. Anna has provided that platform for the common man. If this opportunity is lost, we might see another century dominated by a corrupt family regime. I think I have made it clear why Anna is there today and why you are writing an article concerning him.
There are only two kind of people in this world-1. Who come forward for something good 2. Who find ways to suppress the good by their unorthodox views. You have made it quite obvious which is your kind. Whenever there is a scenario of political unrest, some raise their voices in order to get noticed by blowing against the wind. In your case, it is a similar condition- To get noticed. Yes! We have noticed you and also identified your personal interests in writing such an article. But let me assure you, no matter how much Dr. Manmohan and company make you write all this stuff Anna will live... and LIVE FOREVER!

Jai Hind.

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TARUNENDRA PRATAP SINGH

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Mr. Dean "Deary" Jones

    
We just love to hate India... Don't we???
Recently, Dean Jones passed a statement regarding the Indian Cricket Team... and the dreams of more than one billion people attached to it. But be careful Deano regarding whatever you say. You talk about history?? Then be it that ways... History has seen criticism forever inspiring the Indian Cricket team. They have a habit of rising from the Ashes... It's not nor our weakness neither our strength... It's our Identity!!
You might say Zaheer and Harbhajan do not come under a quality bowling attack. I wonder how much time did you take to make that up. I wish had you said that a few years before when the "Turbanator" was ruling the world... As there might be something which gave him the tag of the "Best off spinner" playing. Or does that mean the world has stopped producing quality off spinners after Murlidharan? Watch your mouth Dean.
You might say that history has it, the leg spinners in the world cup winning have a legacy of their own like Warne, Hogg or Mushtaq. Oh Deary I'm sure you believe that it all starts from a grass-root level someday. You might say Piyush Chawla "cannot" come under the same league. But then again.... History is never completely written. Is it?
As History says it, Anyone who ever spoke against the Indian Cricket team has forever regretted to the core. Be it Warne, Hogg, Lara, Brett Lee, Steve Waugh, Brad Williams, Akhtar, Abdul Qadir, Caddick or Javed Miandad. The list is endless. It comprises a lot of people who would fit in that "league" of yours...
You say it will forever be a dream for Dhoni to lift the World Cup... So let's just all see. t's nothing new for MSD to hear all such stuffs. He's been hearing all these since he was named the captain for the first ever T-20 world cup held in South Africa. Also telling you quite frankly, We're also used to it now.
So let's just wait and watch. Let's just See!! Let the History speak itself, and let somebody write it. I'm sure this too will be "historic".
Thanks Jones. You don't know how much our players needed your expert comments at this stage.Thanks once again.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Does Facebook Runs our Life now?

Without Facebook validation, nothing seems complete, does it?
You go out for a movie, you inform people before and after. You discuss your choices for Oscars.
You go out with friends. You want to let people know where you are and with whom. You want to take pictures, so that you can upload them to Facebook and show everyone that you are a person who has fun.
A complaint often heard is, “dude don’t upload that okay! I don’t look good in that picture”. Lesson learnt: Facebook image matters.
After all, the first time you meet someone, you go home and look them up on Facebook. You go through their “info” and profile pictures, and form some sort of a judgement in your mind on what that person is like.
I do it, I am sure a lot of you do it. I know I sound cynical, i don’t mean to, but I do. But really, is this all life has been reduced to now? Or is it just a phase, which we will soon grow out of, when we go out to the real world and ‘grow up’?



- Source: http://sila-berhati-hati.blogspot.com/ by Swati Gupta :D

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Life gets Screwed!!

Yup!! You read that right! Life gets screwed.. accept it now or you'll be forced to accept it later. Whomsoever it is, whomsoever you are... you will get screwed someday if you haven't been yet.
Do all things correctly. take every step right, and in the end.... you find people staring at you saying that "You are the Bad Guy." I don't get it... People doing work, something good indeed.... get to face it more often than not...
While the others are always on the safer side.. I don't understand this law of nature, world or whatever you may call it...
In the end you start believing that yes, you were indeed the bad guy. You know why?? Coz you worked...
Things are portrayed  as if you never took a right step... But all you do will ultimately go in vain..
I am not a guy to quit... but in this phase or for the time being... I quit!!!

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Nothing..... But the truth!!!

I am a person with some values and I stick to them. I have seen things turning my way when they needed me and nobody at the time when I needed them. But still, I am the same person that I was before. I don't understand from my mistakes and keep repeating them till the mistakes themselves stand in front of me shying away. I learned nothing from the past experiences with life.... Instead, I made them learn.
I have witnessed people trying to spoil themselves in the name of modernization. Being a spoiled guy myself, I know it all comes back to the same point again. Life is a cycle, it never goes anywhere but repeats itself. I have experienced one full revolution of this cycle and about to complete many such revolutions. But this is a message for those people who are in their first. Pinch yourself before you fall from the bed. I was strong enough to regain myself after falling. You might not be!!
I don't think there is anything like "Kewl" or "Hot". The only thing is "Appeal". You need to understand the difference. Running after "Cool n Hot" stuffs may end you nowhere as the season changes. Be Yourself!!!
Today might be your day or somebody else's. But every dog has his day. Yesterday was mine... if Today is yours, be sure... tomorrow, it will be mine again!!

Nothing...... But the Truth!!!

Friday, February 11, 2011

The Journey called Life






Why does your Destinations always keep changing, but there is one thing which never changes, no matter matter whether you reach your destinations or not? Even then we tend to strive hard to reach that illusive destination, ignoring something which leads us there? We always ignore the "Journey"... Isn't it?

We try too hard for something that might or might not happen. But we give a damn to what's happening. This life too, in a way, is too simple, that we try and complex it to make it simpler. In the Process we end up getting tangled in a web. Life, as we see it can also be interpreted in a totally contradictory manner. Perceptions matter, and so do facts!
When we're in school, we wait for the time when we would pass out of this living hell, and then we finally do, we have tears in our eyes. Later, we miss those moments, coz we know they won't be repeated ever again. Yet we wish we can turn the time back. We fight a person, and try n avoid something/somebody all the time we're there.. and finally when the time comes to leave, it strikes that all the while we were busy planning for the destinations, we've missed the journey. You have it now, you got what you wanted! And you don't want it anymore. You still want to be there fighting with that person, coz it was your journey. It ended there and now a new journey would begin, for which you might not be ready.
The best thing about life is that you only enjoy the journey when you don't want to enjoy it... that is unknowingly. When you learn this fact and try to enjoy the journey, it loses its charm... The journey becomes boring! Complicated... isn't it?
Make your journey simpler... Try making your today better so as to build a great tomorrow. Seeking for tomorrow won't help. Don't plan your tomorrow; Plan your today. And let tomorrow do its job. When the base is strong.. the building on it is always beautiful.
Similarly, some of us, crave for death all the time because they are so fuckin' pissed off with the life. But when the time really comes to bid good-bye, they realize all they have done is to wait for this moment. It is here finally and they cannot make any more destinations. It was their journey. And its over. They could have made their journey better. That is the very reason, you miss a person whom you used to fight and that fight is no longer there.... as the journey has switched paths.
The Journey of life a very simple in complexities. It is the way you want it. For sure, the destination can't be guaranteed, the journey sure can.

The Moment I saw you Cry... I was Changed ( I always Remember)




I'll always remember
It was late afternoon
It lasted forever
And ended too soon
You were all by yourself
Staring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed

In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry

The moment that I saw you cry

It was late in september
And I've seen you before (and you were)
You were always the cold one
But i was never that sure
You were all by yourself
Staring at a dark gray sky
I was changed

In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry

I wanted to hold you
i wanted to make it go away
I wanted to know you
I wanted to make your everything, all right....

I'll always remember...
It was late afternoon...
In places no one would find...

In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Hey There Delilah..




Hey there Delilah what's it like in New York City
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely give this song another listen
Close your eyes, listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah, I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl, someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good, we'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah, I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away, I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall, we'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
And we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way

Delilah I can promise you
That by the time that we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do

You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Kick-Ass (2010)


  • I always wondered why nobody did it before me. I mean all those comics, movies, TV shows... You think one eccentric loaner would have made their costumes! Is everyday life so exciting? Schools and Offices so thrilling that I am the only one who ever fantasized about this? Come on... be honest with yourself. At some point in our lives we all wanted to be a Superhero.
  • That's me!! Back before any of this crazy shit happened.. guess I was the last person to expect to become a superhero. Not saying there was anything wrong with me, but there's nothing special either. I wasn't into sports, wasn't an athlete or a hardcore gamer. I didn't have a piercing, or eating disorder, nor 3000 friends on myspace. My only superpower... was to be invisible to girls! And to my friends man, I wasn't even the funny one. Like most of the people of my age, I just existed.
  • I was a regular guy, no radio-active spiders, no refugee statuses in the alien world. In the eighteenth month since my mother died, the only tiffany I had was to realizing that life.. life just goes on!!
  • Look at this a**hole just watching... Come on.. Be honest with yourself. Would you do anything differently? We see someone in trouble and we wish we could help... but we don't. The world I lived in, heroes only lived in comic books.. and I guess that would have been ok.... were bad guys make believe too. But they're not.
  • The Comic books had it wrong.. It didn't take a trauma, or Cosmic rays, or a power ring to make a Superhero. Just a perfect combination of Optimism and Naivety!
  • What's the difference between Spider-man and Peter Parker?? Spider Man gets the girl...
  • Suddenly I understood why superheroes only existed in comic books. I got why people didn't risk their lives for strangers. Because.. for the first time in my life, I had something worth living for!! Something... to lose.
  • Had I ever been a real superhero, the most I'd ever have had to offer the world was get intentions in it, slightly elevated capacity to take a kickin'.. With No Power... comes No Responsibility.. except, that wasn't true.
  • Kick-Ass was gone.. and my world was safer with all the new superheros. They said I was their inspiration. And all I did was, made a door into a world I dreamed of. A world full of superheroes.



  • "Who am I?? I am Kick-Ass..."

Monday, January 24, 2011

A Guy who got into IIT and Google


Naga Naresh Karutura has just passed out of IIT Madras in Computer Science and has joined Google in Bangalore.  You may ask, what's so special about this 21-year-old when there are hundreds of students passing from various IITs and joining big companies like Google?

Naresh is special. His parents are illiterate. He has no legs and moves around in his powered wheel chair.
Ever smiling, optimistic and full of spirit; that is Naresh. He says, "God has always been planning things for me. That is why I feel I am lucky."  Read why Naresh feels he is lucky.



Childhood in a village

I spent the first seven years of my life in Teeparru, a small village in Andhra Pradesh, on the banks of the river Godavari . My father Prasad was a lorry driver and my mother Kumari, a house wife. Though they were illiterate, my parents instilled in me and my elder sister (Sirisha) the importance of studying. 

Looking back, one thing that surprises me now is the way my father taught me when I was in the 1st and 2nd standards. My father would ask me questions from the text book, and I would answer them. At that time, I didn't know he could not read or write but to make me happy, he helped me in my studies! 
Another memory that doesn't go away is the floods in the village and how I was carried on top of a buffalo by my uncle. I also remember plucking fruits from a tree that was full of thorns. 

I used to be very naughty, running around and playing all the time with my friends.. I used to get a lot of scolding for disturbing the elders who slept in the afternoon. The moment they started scolding, I would run away to the fields! 

I also remember finishing my school work fast in class and sleeping on the teacher's lap!

January 11, 1993, the fateful day

On the January 11, 1993 when we had the sankranti holidays, my mother took my sister and me to a nearby village for a family function. From there we were to go with our grandmother to our native place. But my grandmother did not come there. As there were no buses that day, my mother took a lift in my father's friend's lorry. As there were many people in the lorry, he made me sit next to him, close to the door. 

It was my fault; I fiddled with the door latch and it opened wide throwing me out. As I fell, my legs got cut by the iron rods protruding from the lorry. Nothing happened to me except scratches on my legs. 

The accident had happened just in front of a big private hospital but they refused to treat me saying it was an accident case. Then a police constable who was passing by took us to a government hospital. 

First I underwent an operation as my small intestine got twisted. The doctors also bandaged my legs. I was there for a week. When the doctors found that gangrene had developed and it had reached up to my knees, they asked my father to take me to a district hospital. There, the doctors scolded my parents a lot for neglecting the wounds and allowing the gangrene to develop. But what could my ignorant parents do? 

In no time, both my legs were amputated up to the hips. 

I remember waking up and asking my mother, where are my legs? I also remember that my mother cried when I asked the question. I was in the hospital for three months. 

Life without legs

I don't think my life changed dramatically after I lost both my legs. Because all at home were doting on me, I was enjoying all the attention rather than pitying myself. I was happy that I got a lot of fruits and biscuits. 


'I never wallowed in self-pity'

The day I reached my village, my house was flooded with curious people; all of them wanted to know how a boy without legs looked. But I was not bothered; I was happy to see so many of them coming to see me, especially my friends! 

All my friends saw to it that I was part of all the games they played; they carried me everywhere. 
God's hand. I believe in God. I believe in destiny. I feel he plans everything for you. If not for the accident, we would not have moved from the village to Tanuku, a town. There I joined a missionary school, and my father built a house next to the school. Till the tenth standard, I studied in that school. 

If I had continued in Teeparu, I may not have studied after the 10th. I may have started working as a farmer or someone like that after my studies. I am sure God had other plans for me. 
My sister, my friend

When the school was about to reopen, my parents moved from Teeparu to Tanuku, a town, and admitted both of us in a Missionary school. They decided to put my sister also in the same class though she is two years older. They thought she could take care of me if both of us were in the same class. My sister never complained. 

She would be there for everything. Many of my friends used to tell me, you are so lucky to have such a loving sister. There are many who do not care for their siblings. 

She carried me in the school for a few years and after a while, my friends took over the task. When I got the tricycle, my sister used to push me around in the school. 

My life, I would say, was normal, as everyone treated me like a normal kid. I never wallowed in self-pity. I was a happy boy and competed with others to be on top and the others also looked at me as a competitor. 
Inspiration

I was inspired by two people when in school; my Maths teacher Pramod Lal who encouraged me to participate in various local talent tests, and a brilliant boy called Chowdhary, who was my senior. 

When I came to know that he had joined Gowtham Junior College to prepare for IIT-JEE, it became my dream too. I was school first in 10th scoring 542/600. 

Because I topped in the state exams, Gowtham Junior College waived the fee for me. Pramod Sir's recommendation also helped. The fee was around Rs 50,000 per year, which my parents could never afford. 
Moving to a residential school

Living in a residential school was a big change for me because till then my life centred around home and school and I had my parents and sister to take care of all my needs. It was the first time that I was interacting with society. It took one year for me to adjust to the new life. 

There, my inspiration was a boy called K K S Bhaskar who was in the top 10 in IIT-JEE exams. He used to come to our school to encourage us. Though my parents didn't know anything about Gowtham Junior School or IIT, they always saw to it that I was encouraged in whatever I wanted to do.. If the results were good, they would praise me to the skies and if bad, they would try to see something good in that. They did not want me to feel bad.  They are such wonderful supportive parents. 

Life at IIT- Madras

Though my overall rank in the IIT-JEE was not that great (992), I was 4th in the physically handicapped category. So, I joined IIT, Madras to study Computer Science. 

Here, my role model was Karthik who was also my senior in school. I looked up to him during my years at IIT- Madras.   He had asked for attached bathrooms for those with special needs before I came here itself. So, when I came here, the room had attached bath. He used to help me and guide me a lot when I was here. 

I evolved as a person in these four years, both academically and personally. It has been a great experience studying here. The people I was interacting with were so brilliant that I felt privileged to sit along with them in the class. Just by speaking to my lab mates, I gained a lot..
'There are more good people in society than bad ones'

July 28, 2008

Words are inadequate to express my gratitude to Prof Pandurangan and all my lab mates; all were simply great. I was sent to Boston along with four others for our internship by Prof Pandurangan. It was a great experience. 


Joining Google R&D

I did not want to pursue PhD as I wanted my parents to take rest now.  Morgan Stanley selected me first but I preferred Google because I wanted to work in pure computer science, algorithms and game theory. 
I am lucky. Do you know why I say I am lucky? 

I get help from total strangers without me asking for it. Once after my second year at IIT, I with some of my friends was travelling in a train for a conference. We met a kind gentleman called Sundar in the train, and he has been taking care of my hostel fees from then on. 

I have to mention about Jaipur foot. I had Jaipur foot when I was in 3rd standard. After two years, I stopped using them. As I had almost no stems on my legs, it was very tough to tie them to the body. I found walking with Jaipur foot very, very slow. Sitting also was a problem. I found my tricycle faster because I am one guy who wants to do things faster. 

One great thing about the hospital is, they don't think their role ends by just fixing the Jaipur foot; they arrange for livelihood for all. They asked me what help I needed from them. I told them at that time, if I got into an IIT, I needed financial help from them. So, from the day I joined IIT, Madras , my fees were taken care of by them. So, my education at the IIT was never a burden on my parents and they could take care of my sister's Nursing studies. 

Surprise awaited me at IIT

After my first year, when I went home, two things happened here at the Institute without my knowledge. 
I got a letter from my department that they had arranged a lift and ramps at the department for me. It also said that if I came a bit early and checked whether it met with my requirements, it would be good. 

Second surprise was, the Dean, Prof Idichandy and the Students General Secretary, Prasad had located a place that sold powered wheel chairs. The cost was Rs 55,000. What they did was, they did not buy the wheel chair; they gave me the money so that the wheel chair belonged to me and not the institute. 

My life changed after that. I felt free and independent.  That's why I say I am lucky. God has planned things for me and takes care of me at every step. 

The world is full of good people. 

I also feel if you are motivated and show some initiative, people around you will always help you. I also feel there are more good people in society than bad ones. I want all those who read this to feel that if Naresh can achieve something in life, you can too...



--- Source: Inspiration Point on Facebook by Babita Satpati.



Friday, January 7, 2011

If Today was Your Last Day..



My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day's a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride


If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
If today was your last day


Against the grain should be a way of life
What's worth the prize is always worth the fight
Every second counts 'cause there's no second try
So live like you'll never live it twice
Don't take the free ride in your own life


If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day


If today was your last day
Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life
Let nothin' stand in your way
Cause the hands of time are never on your side


If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?


Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day

Thursday, January 6, 2011

The Wry Smile

You know what could be worse on a day where your train is already 13 hours late and you know it's gonna be 6 more hours late with none to accompany you over a 1500 km. journey and sitting out here blogging at 1:30 at night?
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Think think...
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Couldn't get?
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Ok.
A Charming girl sitting in front of you which is precisely of your age and going to the same destination.............
alongwith her ugly boyfriend who is probably an MBA from a "some-some" college in an unknown city ..... Romancing!!!
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All you could do is to sit and hear them giggling and talking and making out with the lights off. You try and open up your laptop and stuff in your earphones to hear some music or watch an odd movie but still you get to hear them in the dark.
Why is this trend followed ever since eternity?
Good looking girls have shit looking boyfriends!! :|
Even if you try avoid seeing them, your bastard mind just tickles you up with something you don't want to do.
All you could wish at that moment is that you should have been beside that pretty girl and no matter how late the train is, it wouldn't have been long enough. Or you could have wished you too have had a girlfriend that would have been there... In the most severe of the cases, you could have thought that you're an action Hero and not a womanizer and you couldn't afford to waste your time on some making out stuff with a girl rather use that time in some James Bond like stuff...
While you're thinking of all this you suddenly hear a bunch of middle aged morons laughing their asses out and an infant crying her throat out to make your life miserable... Finally when you start giving some weird expressions and start scratching your head... The voice of the same girl Comes and ask you," What happened? Is there any Problem?"
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"Give a Wry Smile".

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The Shayar inside Me!!

Bhaag rahe ho aap... kahan tak bhaag paoge.
Jaan kar bhi anjaan kab tak ban paoge..
Jo dil me hai usse Dil chura rahe ho...
Kar lo jo jee chahe..
Apne aap se jhooth kab tak bol paoge??



Doosre ko dekh kar kya apni zindagi jee rahe ho..
Hath me diya liye kyun ujaale me bhatak rahe ho...
Ye zindagi ek baar mili hai dost...
Isey apne liye jiyo...
Kyun doosre k dil ki guzarish poori kar rahe ho...



Tanha is safar ki Tanhayi piye ja raha hun,
Manzil ki doori ko kalam me jiye ja raha hun,
Uss saahil ka intezaar karne baitha hun jise humse shikwa hai,
Par usey kaise batayein, ki zindagi wo sabr hai,
jiski talaash main kiye ja raha hun.


Tanhayion me bhi mujhe gham tha,
Mehfilo me bhi ek shikwa tha,
Hum apne aap se milne ki koshish karte reh gaye,
Aur jo mil kar chale gaye, unse phir kabhi na mil paane ka gila tha.


Wo shaam kuchh iss tarah dhal gayi,
jaise phoolo se khushboo chali gayi,
hum suraj ke phir nikalne ka intezaar hi karte reh gaye,
Wo raat aisi aayi, jo chandni ko apne sath hi le gayi.


Iss duniya me ek cheez ki ehmiyat kabhi samajhkar dekhna,
Uski khoobsoorti ka deedar apne labhzo me kabhi karke dekhna,
Wo ashk hi kya jo uske husn ko chaar chaand lagayein,
Agar samajhte ho to usey aansu nahi, kabhi moti samajhkar dekhna.


Akela tu hai, apne ko kabhi kamzor mat samajhna,
Duniya bhale hi ek taraf, apni himmat ko tu samajhna,
Jhund me shikaar karna sahas nahi kehlata,
Misaal kutto ki nahi, Sher ka udhharan lekar samajhna.

Monday, January 3, 2011

The Inferiority Complex



It arises from a psychological state of self deprivation which further leads to a mindset. This mindset if not mended may lead to depression. A recent survey has shown that this complex is very common among the females. Although, even males have it, but they tend to shrug it off gradually, whereas in case of females they tend to stick to it unless they find themselves tangled up in a deep psychological mess.
My curiosity has always been the origin and the development of this complex. I've found that lack of information, knowledge and financial barriers are the major issues through which this complex breeds. Apart from it, the people with up-to-date knowledge, correct information, and people with high societal and financial  status can also be a victim of  I.C. due to factors like looks, and their own perception of people's thinking.
The latter is the case which haunts people of all classes and statuses. This is where the situation gets tricky. Just when a person starts thinking what reactions will my actions yield, your mind lands you up in a space called "Complex". It can be either a superiority or an inferiority complex. The I.C. takes over your brain when you start defending your actions even before you've played it. That's where your mind slopes you down to the I.C. Now once you're in a state of the inferiority complex, it is being like in a deep hole where you cannot easily climb up. It works just like Gravity. It's very easy to fall in... and very tough to overcome it.
There are only two ways you can really overcome the I.C.- one is the Hard way...and other is the Harder way. The Hard way suggests you face it. Let time do its job. Face your fears till you get used to it. It may have fatal effects, but it works... it takes time but it really works. Once you get used to it, your mind works as a force of nature to even up that hole you've fallen into. As time progresses, the hole shallows out. It immediately transfers it all to an entirely new space of "Experiences". And this helps you in the long run. Nevertheless, you may say, that you're never out of the pit... but you just get used to it. This works entirely opposite to the real world. This is your mind. It works as you want it to.
Now comes the Harder way. Believe it or not, the former way is easier than this. This is a way where you crawl back with everything you've got to get out of that pit as soon as possible. That's because you can't wait. You are impatient. This is where it gets harder for you. You put every ounce of your energy to focus on coming out of it. Stop living by the results of other people's opinion. You take nothing from the world. You make your own way. You force your mind or rather your mind makes you believe that anything you sense is not going to effect you in any ways whatsoever.  Your mind starts denying the offerings made by the world to you. That's where you go against the world in your own mind and against your mind outside (in the world).
You start denying something which your mind has observed to be true. But you forget that its your mind afterall, and it believes what you want it to believe. Make your mind your slave, Stop being the slave of your mind. That's where you're freed from all types of Complexes.

You'll only get over it when you start thinking that you're beautiful in a way you know yourself to be.. And you don't need a certificate from anyone for it. It's only then you'll be able to keep it aside and realize that this ain't important one bit. You got many other useful things to do than to ponder upon it. A smart and a successful person who is overflowed by achievements always seem beautiful to every eye in the world. Remember that.