THOSE WERE THE DAYS

Do you remember those days? Those GOLDEN DAYS...those innocent, harmless days... Let's take few minutes out from our busy schedules and try to revisit our GOLDEN DAYS...Let's go nostalgic today...

Richard Attenborough’s Gandhi released and Gandhi became an International star. Later the movie would be shown on Doordarshan every Independence Day from many many years to come. Doordarshan went national in the early 80s. Salma Sultan was reading News. Sitting in front of T.V sets, people used to reply back to her Namaskars. Ustad Bismillah Khan was on the shehnai every Independence day. Along with national broadcast came: the Antennas on the T.V set and on the rooftops (Oh! Adjusting those antennas to get the right signals). Color T.V came to India in 1982 with the Asian Games held in Delhi. Then we had serials like Hum Log of 1984 and some years later we got the megadrama: Ramanand Sagar’s Ramayan ran from 1987 to 1988. Soon came Mahabharat that ran from 1988 to 89 - the story of 23 day war was told the entire year and people developed an interest in history. A serial named Kille Ka Rahasya made me a claustrophobic that I am. However, that is another story. Surf and Lalitaji were names that glued themselves to consumer's brain. Yet consumer's brain had space for more names, names like Amul, Nirma, Dabur, Favicol and Dalda. Polymer science gave us Lakhani chappal or maybe it gave us Relaxo chappal. Bata was a biggest footwear name, Action, Force, Liberty came later. People drank Campa Cola or maybe Gold Spot using straws, straws that later littered the floor of Halls hosting marriage receptions. Vicks ki goli lo…People were popping in Vicks lozenges after smoking a Cavanders. If that didn’t get rid of the smoky smell, they considered brushing the teeth using Ajanta tooth ‘burush’ and white Colgate toothpaste, or may be just chew on some toothpowder sold in red headed white tin containers. Mouthwash! sellers and buyers had no need for it yet. Raju was content with Dabur Lal Dant Manjan that guaranteed pearly white motiyo jaisay daant

Deodorant! Who needed them when we had Vaseline hair oil, the smell didn't offend anyone yet. Vaseline the perfumed hair oil, may be they were competing against Bengali Cantharidine.
Deodorant! Who needed them when we had Nycil ‘powder’. However, Nycil had no perfume to talk of, it was unperfumed, but it worked magic on scratchy Indian backs. For shoulder to shoulder good smell we had Shower to Shower. Aah! Those were the days...

Khaitan gave common man something that only the White man of pre-Independence days could easily afford: Cool air without manual labor - Air Power. Hand Crafted Hand-held fans retired to some corner of the house, but were retrieved everytime electricity went dead, and that happened just as often as it happens now. Kerosene lamp was still kept in some corner of the house, a back up. When electricity was on, most houses were lit yellow by incandescent Surya light bulbs. Bulbs controlled by big black Knobs. However Tubelight with its pure white light had arrived illuminating the freshly Nerolac painted walls. Aah! Those were the days...

Kerosene stove slowly made way for the LPG stove. Food cooked in a Hawkins pressure cooker ‘looked’ good. MDH masala was used in cooking. Kayam Churan, Hajmola or Sawad ki goli was to be poped in after eating. For some of certain age, Isabgol was the laxative husk to be mixed in milk and to be drunk just before going to bed at night. Beds in cold areas warmed by hot water bottles. Tin cans like the one of Lipton tea etc. were used to store sugar, salt, garam masala, pepper, tea, nuclear waste and other useful things. In homes, a Singer sewing machine was the ruler of women's gadget world. Girl’s wanted Lacto Calamine to get that rosy tone. Boroline was the antiseptic creamy answer to skin problem under the shirt. For under the pants problems of men, we had B-Tex lotion. Lifebuoy made life a lot less messy for pure-impure-unpure conscious, right-handed middle class Indians. Rosy Pink Lux for aging beauty queens had competition from Lemony Green Liril for girls who enjoyed frolicking under waterfalls. Waterfall…Mandakini showered under a waterfall wearing just a transparent white sari. Men still watch her bathe...keep googling her ram maili image up. Some smart people liked Smita Patil, but she too had to dance in the rain. Some people were kept busy by Bo Derek. While some were kept busy by Rambo…everyone waned to workout and get those muscles. Aah! Those were the days...

The other thing that kept men busy was the newest gadget. Hamara Bajaj was the national pride and ride – model was Chetak. Besides it we had LML Vespa. Casio calculator with LED display was Pure technology. Also, Wrist watch that could do mathematical calculation was the in gadget. It was again a marvel from the house of Casio. If you had a VCP in 80s – you were rich, if you had VCR you were Super Rich. Radios in leather bound covers became a dying breed but they were still around with old men who clung to them. Vinyl Cassettes were the revolution. Remember playing Kishan Kanhaiyya's cassette in your cassette player??? Aah! Those were the days...

Gurdas Maan was a singing star with a dafli in hand. Runa Laila of Bangladesh found an audience in India and Lal Meri was the song. Nazia Hasan of Pakistan was the new fresh sound. Ghulam Ali, The Ghazal Maestro of Pakistan became a star in India. Everybody was listening to him Chupke Chupke Raat Din. Besides people bought music cassettes. Sports...India found Cricket in a new sense, but that a whole different story. In addition, we can name P.T. Usha.
Movie, another Indian passion. Sunday movies on Doordarshan were a big draw. One day the Doordarshan people decided to show 'art' movie for some weeks. It didn't last. People hated the idea.
Uski Roti! What!...just telecast Rajesh Khanna ki Roti. We would rather watch black and white screaming electron bugs fight it out on the signal down blue screen. We would rather watch the multi colored bars and listen to the single longest electronic beep. What the hell is Uski Roti! The slow churning of Doordarshan logo to the sound of some dying instrument, tuu-uuuu-tuu-uu-tu, during the first early morning telecast is more interesting than Uski Roti. Uski Roti! Kiski Roti! '

Ramsay Brothers were making Horror movies like Purana Mandir by the dozen and these films were, let’s use the Bollywood term - Super Duper Hit. Besides Horror movies we had numerous celluloid versions of soap operas and these were called family dramas. Amitabh Bachchan was the Shahenshah and so he remains to this day. Serious people and Cinema had a movie like Ardh Satya to catch. Times they seemed like changing. But that’s another story. Nothing changed. Mr. India had everything…a super watch, a super invisible power, more than a dozen kids, a girlfriend that could sing-dance and look sexy in the rain wearing a synthetic sari, and he also had a super villain, a Mogambo to be blamed for all the troubles in life. It was the culmination of every male Indian fantasy. Aah! Those were the days...

Children, little children had other things on mind. Owning a Hot Wheel Car or a Barbie was a dream for young boys and girls respectively, just as owing a Maruti 800 was for adults universally . Indrajal Comics brought with them syndicated comic books like The Phantom etc. Besides these it also had original graphic stories. Chandamama and Amar Citra Katha introduced Indian Mythologies and tales from other cultures to the growing children of the 80s. There were Indian Super-Heroes as well like Super Cammonado Dhruv, Naagraj, Parmanu and Donga to name a few. And then there were Chacha Chaudhary, Pinky, Billoo, Raman and Bankelal. I still remember renting those comics from the shop - 50ps for normal and 1 Re for "digest" comics. Aah! Those were the days...

Children had syndicated cartoon shows like He-Man and the Masters of the Universe. Also, we had one cartoon show about flying magical ponies. Children had trouble understanding what the hell Nirodh was… Grown up had trouble understanding it too, the population kept growing in spite of all the talk and wall painting by the Family welfare department… That, again, is another story. Aah! Those were the days...

And do you remember how special the ‘Sundays’ used to be when we were kids? Let’s try to remember what we all used to see on Sundays...

The day used to begin with Rangoli...a program containing only songs...Songs for everyone...old ones for Mom & Dad and the new ones for us. And we all used to get up at 7 in the morning on a Sunday!!! The show used to start at 7:15 am, right after the morning news. That used to be followed by the morning news, then Mahabharat or Ramayan or Chanakya... Or any other mythological or historical serial which whole family used to see together! Then we used to have a cartoon film... just try to remember how fervently we used to wait for it whole week! He-man, Jungle Book, Duck Tales, then ‘potliwale baba ki kahani’... Then we used to have a one hour program by National Geographic Society, a science based program! Then it used to be the time for Indian music ‘National Integration for Spirit of Unity Concert’, then again ‘Chaayageet’ before lunch time. In the afternoon there used to be a ‘Pradeshik feature film’ where we used to get movies made in other state; basically non-hindi films. Aah! Those were the days...

And see now what all we've, what all we watch? Do you really think Tulsi Virani comes even an inch closer to Lajoji? Aur any other bahu for that matter...Now we don't want to watch a show which revolves around a middle class family. We want to see a family with 500 Crore business and want to see how people come back from dead or how their plastic surgery changes their vital stats as well!!! Amazing, isn't it? Women (including that of my home as well) are more interested in watching how a bahu nullifies her saas' "shadyantras" and how she saves the whole family from ALL the possible crisis in the world! I mean we don't have "human" bahus anymore in our shows, they all are "super" bahus who knows all the answers of all the questions under the sun! No one wants to see the reality though everyone wants to see REALITY SHOWS! Even if someone tries to create such shows, either no one watches it or channels don't approve it! I really don't know how to react to this? Should I just laugh it off or should I try to do something about it? I think I don't have any option but to accept the former.

But I really, genuinely wish to God that someone, somewhere, sometime bring back those Golden Days in our lives which were innocent and extremely down-to-earth.

I know its "almost" impossible for you all today but just for one day, forget the attractive graphics of all the channels...just for one day...and sit in front of your TV set and watch DD1...I'm not promoting DD here but just wants you to enjoy TV watching...exactly the way we used to enjoy our Sundays 10 years back!!!

Those were the days...

Fashion Ka Hai Yeh Jalwa…

My expectations were sky high for Fashion when I went to see it, for obvious reasons! It’s a Madhur Bhandarkar film for the starters and then all the three girls were looking ravishing in the promos and also it’s about the callous realities of the famous FASHION WORLD…the list is never ending. Anyways, what I’m trying to say is I didn’t come out disappointed! It was riveting, appealing, powerful and for the icing, the performances by everyone were just stupendous…

First I’ll talk about the positives of the film. To begin with, overall script was very slick and tight with some loose ends here and there. The look of the film was majestic, extremely alluring and arresting, much more than any other Madhur’s previous film. It heaves you within 15 mins of the watch and you stay with it almost till the end. It’s persuasive and Madhur Bhandarkar sticks to his sensibilities…Each and every actor was in the character’s skin to the deep. Everyone is very plausible and the casting is apt to the teeth.
Among the female actors, Priyanka was extremely convincing and easily, it’s her THE best performance till date. I prefer this performance over Aitraaz. Watch her in the party scene where she tries drugs for the first time. She makes you believe that she is on drugs…watch her expressions and moves. And the scene immediately after that indubitably put her in the league of “actresses”… She has proved that she can act and Aitraaz wasn’t a fluke!
Kangana, as usual, was imposing and played the role with full conviction and wallop…she made Shonali Gujral’s imaginary character (not really though) into a bona fide person and your heart goes out for her as and how you see her devastation, personally and professionally…
But for me, the surprise package was Mugdha Godse! She just made me fall in love with Janet Sequiera (her character)…I was just pleasantly astonished with her performance…this may be because I wasn’t expecting anything from her… I was not really sure about her initially…I thought she would be in the same cohort of all those furniture-turned-model-turned-actors like Aishwarya Rais, Tanushree Duttas, Koena Mitras, Sameera Reddys and Nisha Kotharis etc. who spend more time in fornt of the mirror than the camera but I’m so relieved that she proved me wrong! Man, she can act and how! Though she doesn’t have those conventional look of Bollywood heroines but she definitely has the potential…It would be very unfortunate if Indian filmmakers decide to see through her and keep taking artificial, L’Oreal faces in their films!!!

Even though it’s a female centric film, male actors do leave their marks and stay with you even after the film. Arjan shows confidence and was natural, Arbaaz was effective, Harsh Chhaya was in form but the one who steals the show from all the other male actors was Sameer Soni, who got quite a lot footage and was enormously remarkable in his exposé of a gay fashion designer. There is something in his personality which makes him look a very warm person, you want to know him personally and make friends with him…
The performance by the rest of the cast was equally good…Kitu Gidwani, Raj Babbar, Suchitra Pillai, Priyanka’s friends, model coordinator in the starting, everyone was entirely into the skin of the characters they were playing…

Another positive about the film is its music…the theme music is effective and stays with you, Jalwa song makes you vibrate and dance, Mar Jawa is another underrated yet brilliant song, Aashiyana is a song that’s a must-have for your collection…

Now the flaws… though not many but certainly an encumbrance which impedes it turning into a path-breaking, cult film. The most obvious among all is the length of the film! It’s almost 3 hrs long! All the films this year which were more than 120 to 150 mins bombed at box office and mind it; they were the biggest in lot… Drona, Love Story 2050, Thoda Pyar Thoda Magic, Krazzy 4 and even Jodha Akbar was not a super-duper success… Film should’ve been at least 30 mins shorter and there was scope in the script but I think Mr. Bhandarkar got carried away…

Other flaws are also not avoidable… Madhur claimed that he was researching on the film since last 4 years and the show-stoppers of the fashion shows in his film, were the FIRST ones to walk the ramp!!! Were you in coma for 4 years Mr. Bhandarkar? The name itself is so self explanatory…It’s SHOW-STOPPER which literally means the one who stops/ends the show, so where is the confusion? Primary school anyone???

Another problem with the film, STRICTLY according to me, was the banal representation of the characters, e.g. all the gay designers…all of them were loud, on-your-face and suffers from panic attacks! I mean c’mon…we all know that 95% of fashion industry is gay but why their portrayal is always so passé and over-the-top? Right from Sholay to Fashion, depiction of gays is always hackneyed in our films, with few exceptions like My Brother Nikhil here and there… I want to request all the Indian filmmakers who are making films on homosexuality, plz buy the DVD of Brokeback Mountain straight away and have a look…

Also because of the uncanny resemblance of Fashion world with Page 3 world, the film ended up looking like a re-run of Mr. Bhandarkar’s previous eye-opener, Page 3…

But nevertheless and after all said and done, the film still manages to affect you in more than one way… It’s refreshing, realistic, unpretentious and above all, novel!

In spite of getting inspired from any other Hollywood film, Mr. Bhandarkar preferred to get inspired by real life incidents in Indian fashion industry like wardrobe malfunction, and the unfortunate Geetanjali Nagpal incident to name a few…

Though I’m not reviewing the film but it definitely deserves 3 stars out of 5 and a must watch… Madhur Bhandarkar is back and how! If we look at the issue of morality in Bhandarkar's cinema, then all his protagonists reach a stage in their life when they cannot look themselves in the eye. There are thousands of reasons to watch the film and very few for not watching it…
Go for it, you’ll not be disenchanted…Fashion ka hai yeh jalwa!!!

Phoonk De...

On Friday night, with much zeal & expectations, I went to watch RGV's proclaimed "best" film in last 5 yrs. I was accompanied by two of my friends as well... It was a 11:15 pm show... I was expecting lots of shocks & scare from the film and believe me, it didn't let me down!!!

The first shock came in the form of HOUSE FULL show in spite of Ramu's last array of amazingly preposterous films...Though we got decent seats but I was REALLY shocked to see people sitting in the front row to watch a horror-flick by Ram Gopal Varma!!! Also I was happy to see the optimism in Indian audience... Now you must be wondering why "I" also went for the film??? Answer is simple - I LOVE HORROR FILMS... and my fav horror films are those of Ramsay bros. with over-the-top ghosts, female ghosts with white saarees etc... I think I've watched almost all of 'em...

Coming back to Phoonk…To begin with I donno why the film is called Phoonk?? There was no explanation of it throughout the film…Ok, so coming to story, like all other horror films, it can be told in 2-3 sentences. A successful, atheist-to-core constructor is leading a very happy life with his family of 5. Like all other fathers, he loves his daughter more than anyone else. His business partners (a couple looks like spastic victims!!!) betray him and he throws them out of his party in front of 100 other people. Feeling awfully insulted, couple decided to seek revenge without killing or harming the constructor…so they decided to pick up the daughter from the family as their prey as she is closest to her father, the same was depicted earlier in the film. And finally the bizarre incidents (as bizarre as flying!!!) that are happening to his daughter shook his world completely and he was forced to believe in God & Evil…

Now, till intermission, not even a SINGLE scary moment makes you miss your heart beat…and the scariest moment you would come across till now is the frame when it shows “A Ram Gopal Varma Film”!!!

Post intermission, RGV makes you watch his arrogance in filmmaking…film has many outlandish (in a negative way obviously) shots where no attention was paid to jump cuts, imaginary lines, focus & framing etc. He took the shots as & how HE wanted to take them...most of the shots are out-focus as they call it & there is absolutely NO framing whatsoever!!!

And if we leave technicalities apart, content was even stranger… I really want to meet a single mother who sees her daughter “flying” (well, literally) repeatedly in her room and gets pacified when doctors told her that it’s a psychological disorder!!! And to worsen it, she was a firm believer in God as shown…C’mon Ramu, we all know you’re a genius but we, audience, also at least have common sense if not brains!!!

And I definitely don’t want to go into acting of the cast…I think the only “actor” film had was Ashwini Kalsekar and her talent was appallingly underused by I-am-the-God syndrome victim Mr. Ram Gopal Varma…but still I think anyone who should be nominated in this years award functions is the crow on the tree…He has a bigger role than most of the cast put together. And then there is a “yo-maid” in the film who was smarter & more sophisticated than the owner of the house!!! Also, there is a pervert driver in the film who drove only “twice” in the entire film even though there are many driving scenes in the film… Also the main lead is dreadfully unpersuasive. The male protagonist was not at all looking like a “successful” constructor with a “bungalow” in Mumbai!!! The wife is a housewife and a profound advocate of God. But why she needs to be in saree all the time and why she can’t behave like a wife of super-successful constructor who got the contract of IT-Park in Delhi??? Why we still have to glue to the banal presentation of the characters in our films? Why can’t a girl with micro-minis & capris believe in God? It’s really excruciating to see a director who “used” to believe in genuinely different stuff has fallen into the prey of commercial bonanzas!!!

In short, the film will have absolutely NO impact on anyone’s life in contrast to what is maker’s attempt…and don’t go to watch the film with the assurance that it can’t get worse than AAG…you might feel disappointed...

Any Given Day!!!

Film opens with a scene which has a voice over and Anupam Kher sitting at sea shore… You’re with the film from this 1^st scene itself… the voice over compels you to find out who is this “bastard” who had penetrated Anupam Kher’s and others lives and tainted them forever…

I’ll not talk about the story of the film as there is nothing novel or fresh in it but still it’s a incredibly smart script…“almost” PERFECT!!! Film keeps you with it since the 1^st frame till the last…

It’s extremely commendable and valiant of the writer, director and the producer to think and write a script which has two 55+ actors in the lead, which has no songs, which has no item number, which has no female lead and no foreign locations…it’s almost like they all first sat together and discussed what all BIG NOs are there in a commercial Hindi film and then they choose all of ‘em and made it into a film and how!!!

There have been lots of terrorism centric films lately and that also more Mumbai leaning and this one is also no different. But the difference lies in treatment, script, acting and above all, sincerity…This is a film made with full earnestness and concern about the theme and not just to posture that “yeah, we’re also serious filmmakers!!!” There is not even a single flash of ostentation in the film. It is made with heart and it touches you exactly at your heart…

I, as a film lover, went to watch the film only because of one reason – the noxious combo of Naseeruddin Shah & Anupam Kher…I think these two are one of the preeminent actors Bollywood has ever produced. And what a performance!!! It’s just inevitable to give a standing ovation to these two…essentially it’s a Naseeruddin Shah film and you’ve to watch it to believe me but him & “only him” could do this role…There is NO ONE in the industry today (barring Om Puri) who can lug off this role with such alleviation and fervor…he was just staggering in the film…and so is Anupam Kher. The way he played the Commissioner of Police, you want to believe every word he is saying…rest of the cast is also alluring in their performances…

In spite of my inestimable attempts, I couldn’t find gaffes in the film, barring the fact that it wasn’t novel idea…Film has such radiant delicate touches which reside on you perpetually…my favorite out of those is the one where Naseeruddin Shah goes back to the terrace to collect the sack full of vegetables for his wife, which he forgot in scurry to escape from Police…These 5 seconds just stays with you forever and gives you such a subterranean insight of his character…you want to whistle, you want to stand and clap for him, you want to hug him…

I’m actually running out of words for this film…this is happening to me after really long otherwise I always have fathomless things to say about a film and that to by and large negative!!! But this film has clean bowled me from top to bottom…and this is because you’re more often than not exposed to films which are made with all heart and with no veiled agenda…I think the last such film was Taare Zameen Par and before that Swades…I can’t remember any other film in recent times which was made with such genuineness and candor…

And as far as rating the film is concern, there is no doubt it deserves 4 stars, one less for a NOT novel concept…

Thanks a mountain to Neeraj Pandey for giving us 100 mins of honesty, hard work, ardor and earnestness…Plz go and watch the film, you can’t afford to miss it…Hence I said "Any Given Day"...

Mumbai Meri Jaaaayaawn...

Whoever has seen "Dombivli Fast" will agree with me that Nishikant Kamat is a very promising director. And consequently, we all were looking forward to his next venture, "Mumbai Meri Jaan". As expected, he again elected a Mumbai leaning subject with, obviously, pragmatism in it... The milieu of the film is the dreadful local train blasts in 11/07... Every single Mumbaikar has some story or the other to tell after the blasts so has Nishikant Kamat.

Film deals with concerns and that's where exactly lies the problem!!! Film has enormous amount of issues and hence no one gets the even share of attention, not from the writer, neither from director and indubitably nor from the audience...Terrorism, status discrimination, bomb blasts, brain-drain, regionalism, Hindu-Muslim conflict, over animated media and its role in the society, corruption in Police department and few honest & goaded policemen in the system, conflicted personal dogma etc.etc...huh? How much audience can take in three hours (2 hours 21 minutes to be more precise)? Every single subject (except sensational-news-crazy media) has been done to death by some of our best directors in the past...Your heart doesn't go out for the characters because of this hodge-podge...

All said and done, film has some really astonishing & heart wrenching jiffies...there're moments in the film where you don't regret your decision to come and watch this film with HIGH expectations...
Few scenes in the film make you think, few make you pay attention, few make you laugh and few make you cry as well...

But THIS is the most miserable ingredient!!! Just few scenes & moments and that's about it...It doesn't stay with you and to worsen the case, film has those trite incidents and characters...

I'm NOT saying it's a bad film, but it certainly not live up to your anticipations...

And as far as acting is concern, every one is dazzling in the film, right from Soha Ali Khan to Irrfan Khan to Madhavan to Kay Kay to Paresh Rawal...In fact if you've such an array of alluring actors, you expect nothing but extraordinary performances...

The first half of the film is decent enough to hold your attention but later, it just fizzles like a bubble...In the second half, there are loooooooooong monologues of Paresh Rawal giving words about his entire life in a polluted department like Police and then to irritate you more, he goes onto "society", "corruption", "honest people in corrupted deptt." so on & so forth...Sometimes you gets the illusion of sitting in a really dreary conference where everyone has A LOT to say!!! And if you think these are the trite topics which we're watching on big screen for last 40 years then wait!!! There is much more to come!!! There is an old man giving Geeta-Gyan to kids and trying to make them better human beings... Oh c'mon... The Gen-Next kids generally loose their innocence when they're 6-7 yrs old!!! They don't have the time to listen to a random old man giving Geeta-Gyan...And to top it all, climax is way too melodramatic & idealistic... I can't remember a single day when I've seen people standing up or just stopped in the middle of the road to pay homage to the blast victims on the anniversary of Bomb Blasts!!! Bur I really wish I could've seen it...

Anyways, coming back to Mumbai Meri Jaan, since the film talks about the spirit of Mumbai and it's undying attitude towards challenges, you just want to bond with the film...Also the film has few really salient moments which makes it single-watch and if I need to rate the films as most of our critics do, I'll definitely give it two-and-a-half stars for the performances and half star for the unadulterated attempt by Nishikant Kamat...

Thumbs up to him and please keep making films on such subject with much more efforts & involvement...

ARE YOU HAPPY???

Can it be so easy to be happy? Absolutely...

Happiness is nothing more than a way of thinking and doing and that beliefs lead to actions, which in turn lead to happiness.
We can all achieve happiness if we're committed to being happier, believe we can be happier, think about things differently and do things differently...

I completely dismiss the notion that our happiness is dependent on other people, No one can make us happy but ourselves...

At the happiness institute, we very much believe that once you're no longer in "debt", it is vitally important to clarify a vision and then determine a plan which will not just take you out of debt but will guide you towards "wealth"...

Obviously I'm not talking about financial or material wealth in this situation but about psychological, emotional and possibly even spiritual wealth...

Achieving this will require knowledge how much and what type of wealth, among other things, you want to create...

Look until you find the things which bring you joy and then begin doing them. You may not find your truth entirely the next moment. It usually takes years for one to open fully to one-self, after years of self-denial. But you can begin to discover the things, which have always brought you joy and allow yourself to begin doing them...

Allow yourself to experience your reality as fully as possible. As you become more aligned with your truth, you become happier with your life. Your life comes more into balance; you become the being you came here to be...

We...The People

We're standing at a juncture that's most treacherous like a U-turn parallel to steep hill side, most prone to accidents, liable to pitfalls. Whenever we talk about the change in the society, the liberals support it and our orthodoxies condemn it. I believe we ought to develop a perspicuity into the things. We can never progress until we seize to play peeper Tom's role. Nobody is concerned with you, rather I would say, content with matins related only with Him. You need to be nosy and equipped with those spontaneous satires which can force the culprit dumbfounded & flabbergasted...The essence of civilization is being eaten away. Singing hosannas of our culture seems Deja Vu ..Such points should be discussed ad nauseam at the debating table but I don't think it's going to be worthy. It's vain thinking of ourselves in rather grandiose terms. We've propelled ourselves to a frenetic rat race where we chase our own tail in mistaken concept of making progress. Every individual should be awarded with the right to decide his future. From the day a kid takes birth, everything including his/her alma-mater, his/her profession etc. lay in the hands of his/her parents who being afraid of the society, feed him/her to abide by the rules and fear the society!!! It propels him to a world where he/she fulfills his desire in a clandestine veil of culture.
Everybody trying to make a fool out of the other to show himself or portraying his identity as the one who falls safely in the regime being decided by the Godfathers of the society.
Why do we need to do or get into deeds that need gravel against people. It adds to a hell and a world where people deal in lies.
I remember Rabindranath Tagore's lines where he wishes to drive his countrymen to a world where the wind is without fear. To add, I'll say what you need to fear most is fear itself...