Just like that….Bakwaas !!!!

A lot hapened yesterday in Mumbai.

 I finished some work that was pending for long, after my manager gave me a final warning.                                                                                                                                   The news of the cyclone “Fyaan” coming towards Mumbai but missed it.             The match between India and Australia didn’t happened due to rain.             The worst thing is Indian team got caught partying with their pics released and News channel making breaking news out of it.

Nothing more can be said about my work, so jumping on to the second point, “Fyaan” came in the news and not in mumbai. Good for Mumbaikars, but my office didn’t called the day off as others did and that set me on fire. I was so excited to go and watch the match in the second half and thought that this cyclone couldn’t had a timing better than this. But destiny it seems is always fallible in my case. As the news of early closing of offices came, so came the news of cancellation of the match. Like this was not enough for me, my office didn’t announced the half-day holiday. “Bhagwaan jaane kitna kaam rehta hai. Andhi toofaan mein bhi kaam karna hai inko.”

I reached home in the night at around 10:00 PM and found my flat partners grinning. I instantly got the point that they got the day off. Nothing can be more frustating than seeing my buddies at rest without me and more on before me.

And also India slipped one rank below to number 3 in rating and it surely calls for a celebration and so the Indian players rocked the floor and their pics were unleashed in the morning and were rocking the news channel. Now what the hell is the problem with media. Why shouldn’t they enjoy their life. Is it all about playing and winning only? Why can’t the media for once just air the news as it is without the use of spices. I know Dal tadka is hot favourite but normal “Dal-Bhaat” should be served instead. Arrey baba, inki jeb se paise nikal ke to party ki nahi thi…ki yeh naraaz ho gaye…Saalon ko bulaay nahi honge..tabhi badhak uthe…Why would any sane person call these morons? Bulaate to aur video bhi le lete then they would have started analyzing different postures and grooving moves of players. 2-3 days ka kaam to ho jaata. In gadho ko moot bhari tanki mein dubo ke marna chahiye….(I’m sorry, language is getting degraded word by word and so are my thoughts…) Better to end this blog right here. When my sanity will return, may be I’ll write a gentlemen type blog, with good words that only gentlemen use. Lekin yeh saale kutton ko woh suit nahi karega….yeh kamine is layak….ohk sorry sorry… I’m ending now…

Keep visiting friends…Bye   Bye.

An Awakening Weekend

Last weekend I was alone at home. “Mein aur meri tanhai, hum ko apas mein baat karne ka mauka mila kafi samay baad.” I usually like soliloquy,  wherein I can be myself and talk endlessly to myself on numerous topics. It so happened that I was listening to some recent chart-buster songs and I asked a question what makes us tap our foot on music?

Life is so hectic here at mumbai, I barely get time for me. As a self loving man, I miss myself sometimes. Mumbai has stolen my charisma. But that day rekindled in me the same fire I used to have, all because of music. It so happened that day that while listening to the music I felt like dancing. Why? I’m not a dancer, but I couldn’t help shaking my legs. There was something in the music that connected to my heart and I found myself grooving to the tunes. Why I forgot all my worries, all my engagements? For once I just closed my eyes and I felt like a free man, free from all schedules, all routine works. For a moment, it was just me and the music and silence all around. And then I started tapping my foot without notice. My lips were in sync with the lyrics of the song and then a few moment later, my adam’s apple got excited and joined the party and it was a solo orchestra with the imaginative instruments being played at my hand, like a maestro.

Ohhhh lalalala….what a feeling it was? Deep in my breath, I can feel the freshness. Deep in my heart, I can feel the joy. Deep in my soul, I can feel me. Music is something that rejuvenated me that day. I may never understand what happened to me, why all of a sudden a euphoria surrounded me, why I suddenly felt free? All I know is that I was again a carefree boy who knew nothing about the pandora’s box and it’s content. I relived my childhood again, I explored the innocence again, I met my soul again.

Dandia @ Office

So today, we had dandia dance at our office. It’s part of navratri  and dusshera celebration going on for a week now. I being at the client site don’t get too much of exposure to such happening events. All I get exposed to is deadly and scary news and views and reviews and deadlines from my client  and my manager alike. “Choti si umar mein hi bhaari zimme-dari dedi in kandho pe, Kya karoon ab!”  

Neways coming back to the point, so I was fortunately present in the office, while this celebration was going on and to bless me with “Sawa rupiah ka Prasad”, I didn’t even had any work to do. (Eventually I comes to office only when I’m a vella or the client ask me to take my holy presence out of their vicinity so that they can do something productive without finding my poking nose in every Tom Dick and Harry’s affair.) Being voted unanimously as the best “Shaadi Barat wala” dancer once, I have stopped performing and showcasing my talent in public now. So participating in the celebration was completely out of question. And to favor my decision nobody even asked me to participate. I grunted and felt relaxed at their vision of seeing the faltu aadmi  in me.

But my other side had a tickling in the morning and I brought a digital camera to make videos and shoot photos of “khoobsurat Potiyas” in my office whom I hardly able to meet otherwise. But, that bloody security walah snatched the camera from my hands under the pretence of security and I couldn’t do anything. I did what I’m best at – cursing and left the camera behind with the security. Later when the dance program started in evening, I went there with my colleagues and watched others doing dandia. Incidentally my friends were also self-acclaimed dancers like me who believe in no-showcasing of their talent.

Whatever the case be, I enjoyed myself and the occasion. Snacks was being served and I made sure that I had something in my hands and more so in my mouth so that no one asks me to groove. The whole party went well and I felt light after the pressure I was in at the client-site. The end of the day could never have been better than this in office.

Aryan-Dravidian divide – A Myth

The great Indian divide along north-south lines now stands blurred. A path breaking study by Harvard and indigenous researchers on ancestral Indian populations says there is a genetic relationship between all Indians and more importantly, the hitherto believed “fact” that Aryans and Dravidians signify the ancestry of north and south Indians might after all, be a myth.

“This paper rewrites history… there is no north-south divide,” Lalji Singh, former director of the Centre for Cellular and Molecular Biology (CCMB) and a co-author of the study, said at a press conference here on Thursday.

Senior CCMB scientist Kumarasamy Thangarajan said there was no truth to the Aryan-Dravidian theory as they came hundreds or thousands of years after the ancestral north and south Indians had settled in India.

The study analyzed 500,000 genetic markers across the genomes of 132 individuals from 25 diverse groups from 13 states. All the individuals were from six-language families and traditionally “upper” and “lower” castes and tribal groups. “The genetics proves that castes grew directly out of tribe-like organizations during the formation of the Indian society,” the study said. Thangarajan noted that it was impossible to distinguish between castes and tribes since their genetics proved they were not systematically different.

The study was conducted by CCMB scientists in collaboration with researchers at Harvard Medical School,
Harvard School of Public Health and the Broad Institute of Harvard and MIT. It reveals that the present-day Indian population is a mix of ancient north and south bearing the genomic contributions from two distinct ancestral populations – the Ancestral North Indian (ANI) and the Ancestral South Indian (ASI).

“The initial settlement took place 65,000 years ago in the Andaman and in ancient south India around the same time, which led to population growth in this part,” said Thangarajan. He added, “At a later stage, 40,000 years ago, the ancient north Indians emerged which in turn led to rise in numbers here. But at some point of time, the ancient north and the ancient south mixed, giving birth to a different set of population. And that is the population which exists now and there is a genetic relationship between the population within India.”

The study also helps understand why the incidence of genetic diseases among Indians is different from the rest of the world. Singh said that 70% of Indians were burdened with genetic disorders and the study could help answer why certain conditions restricted themselves to one population. For instance, breast cancer among Parsi women, motor neuron diseases among residents of Tirupati and Chittoor, or sickle cell anemia among certain tribes in central India and the North-East can now be understood better, said researchers.

The researchers, who are now keen on exploring whether Eurasians descended from ANI, find in their study that ANIs are related to western Eurasians, while the ASIs do not share any similarity with any other population across the world. However, researchers said there was no scientific proof of whether Indians went to Europe first or the other way round.

Migratory route of Africans

Between 135,000 and 75,000 years ago, the East-African droughts shrunk the water volume of the Lake Malawi by at least 95%, causing migration out of Africa. Which route did they take? Researchers say their study of the tribes of Andaman and Nicobar islands using complete mitochondrial DNA sequences and its comparison those of world populations has led to the theory of a “southern coastal route” of migration from East Africa through India.

This finding is against the prevailing view of a northern route of migration via Middle East, Europe, south-east Asia, Australia and then to India.

 

 

 

Courtesy: Times of India

Light Moments

 

 

 

 

Aisa bhi hota hai – Part III (Breaking News)

Disclaimer: The following article has some content which is not suitable for children. Viewers discretion is advised.

Breaking News

The fever of breaking news…On all TV channels and Newspaper is breaking all records. May be all the journalist do a quick crash course on “How to make a news – Breaking News” or “How to create a news from nowhere” or “How to make a news – Juicy”.

And with all those “Shaam Wala Akhbaar” (Evening Newspaper) being in circulation, creativity is displayed at its best.

Presenting to you ladies and gentlemen, a cutting from a newspaper, which shocked me to my core.

Kala Akshar Bhains Barabar…

There a saying …. “Kala Akshar Bhains Barabar“.

But ab fikar ki koi baat nahi… Because from now on there will be no “A for Apple, B for Baby and C for Cat“. Everything will start from buffalo and end with buffalo…

Happy Buffaloing….Oops…Blogging….

 

Austerity Drive

The latest buzz across the country now-a-days is the austerity drive being followed by our honorable ministers. Wow….What a pleasant surprise? For long I’d forgotten that they are elected individuals set to perform some duties towards the nations. For long I thought that being a Neta is like getting a white collar job with status, power and money.

I don’t blame any one of them for what they have been doing. After all, it is what our nation has taken the shape of. Everybody kept adjusting as per their rules and norms and they kept bending the spine of nation. But there is a catch. They are held in so much of disrespect and disgust that sometimes we just ignore if they do start something on the positive side.

I applaud for them on this particular act, that they atleast started doing something. Even if this is carried out on a regular basis by all of them, we can save a lot. Start always seems odd and small but it has to be done. Now whether that saving is going is altogether a different issue.

As of now, I welcome their initiative, irrespective of the cause and motive.

YSR Memorial vs Wildlife Act

Hmm…The untimely demise of Chief Minister Y SRajasekhara Reddy was a sad event. I am not mourning though but the death of a leader do cause some unstability and what follows is a row of hasty and emotional decisions that sometimes go out of the boundary.

Yes, I’m talking about the AP’s government decision of erecting an YSR memorial at the crash site in Nallamala forests which unfortunately falls under restricted site.
On monday, tourism minister J Geetha Reddy announced that the crash site at Pavurallagutta would be developed into a major tourist spot. Since the mishap site is close to Byrluti range in Chintagundam in Atmakur division — a core area in the Nallamala forests — any construction, including roads, is banned as per the 1972 Wildlife Act. Did our honourable minister minister not knew this or was he showing that minister’s are above law? Anything can be moulded and bend for them. Is that it?

Do they not feel any sense of responsibility while on the move? Their speech and action, all negate their very Karma for which they are chosen. Every other day, they remind us of their foolishness. You just can’t ignore them.

They could have done a better job in resurecting the honourable minister than just erecting a memorial for him. But its needless to point out now what they could have done?

Just praying that someday I get to see a better side of them. Lord, are you here?…Please help them…

Where Night Lurks

This is one of the strangest of all Indian myths I have ever come across. It also has some rather remarkable implications. The more one thinks about it the more one gets deeper into a perplexing and reflective state of affairs. I have not seen any dent on this in any of the classical texts. It seems to be either a bardic invention preserved in folk tales, or else part of the enormous amount of spiritual learning that was never trusted to paper but only transmitted from master to disciple. In either case it is unusual and startling enough. I am deliberately refraining from offering an analysis or explanation for this myth feeling that people should ponder its meaning by themselves.

Night, or so the story goes, had a great time during the regular periods of Brahma’s sleep. She had domain over the entire universe and was suitably pleased about it. When the day of creation began she was not unhappy either. For she still had large stretches of time dedicated exclusively to her and men found their deepest rest and refreshment when she spread herself out over the world. She even had tiny lamps set in the sky to watch over sleeping humanity in the starlight.

All would have been well were it not for the attitude of the sun. For at every dawn he would rush out in his fiery chariot and sweep across the sky in a blazing fury that gave Night no time to withdraw herself with grace and peacefulness. The fire of the sun and the hooves of the horses were rendering her garments scorched and tattered and Night was developing a sizzling anger at this cavalier treatment. Finally she could bear it no longer and one evening she refused to spread out her all-enveloping cloak. It was dusk but the sun could not set because Night refused to come out. He had to blaze away without rest and then travel across the sky for the whole day. A few days of this taxing schedule convinced him he was in big trouble too. On earth too men were collapsing all over the place because the restful sleep that night brings was denied to them.

Brahma the creator intervened. He asked night what her grouse was and what could be done to get her to resume active status as it were. Night poured out her complaints against the loutish behavior of the sun and expressed her firm determination not to put up with it any more. Not one more scorch mark was she going to endure. Brahma conceded she had a point but where was she to go. Night refused to stay any longer in the heavens as none of the gods had come to her help when she needed it. She demanded a place on the surface of the earth where the light of day would not harass her. This was impossible for the light reaches everywhere. She could not be housed in the Underworld either as she was sticking to her guns about the surface of the earth. Long ill treatment had soured her and she had become a formidable negative force, which none of the gods cared to go against.

Then Brahma smiled. Of course, there was a perfect place. He spoke thusly.
“Oh Night, you have endured much. We restore you to your pre-eminent position after dusk. You shall reign both within and without, visibly and invisibly. But since your disposition has soured there is only one place on the surface of the earth that can protect you from the rays of the sun who is the symbol of the truth and light. That is the heart of man. You shall lurk within the hearts of men during the day as they turn their backs on the light. You shall be the darkness within, released only when the sun sets.”

This was acceptable to all.
That is why the Shadow has power over men’s hearts even in the brightest light of truth.

 

 

Source:  Indiayogi