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Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Mizohican: Chp 492. Quora: What do people of Mizoram think about India?
Mizohican: Chp 492. Quora: What do people of Mizoram think about India?
Didn't know how to make sense on writing these thoughts about Mizoram as a mainland Indian. Don't need to now, thanks to this blog which sums up the situation rather coldly when compared to having lived those exact emotions in person.
Credit to the writer!
Didn't know how to make sense on writing these thoughts about Mizoram as a mainland Indian. Don't need to now, thanks to this blog which sums up the situation rather coldly when compared to having lived those exact emotions in person.
Credit to the writer!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
All that falters is not the end!
Life is all good till this time arrives. Suddenly something takes an unpleasant turn. The first reaction is remorse. The second is the irritation on its helplessness. And the third one is actually the most interesting one. Because it makes you drain energy. Makes you pick and choose. Makes you wonder that was necessary and what really changed the tide. But trust me; it is as emotionally draining as it is thought-provoking.
Remember last time something really painful happened to you. You must have tried back-sketching the timeline to find its root. What if we could delete it? Not that easy as I will add a clause to it: with it all things vanish that you were blessed or cursed with during this timeline. Interesting eh? Try it for yourself.
The last time I wanted to do it, I was deadlocked. Deadlocked to the situation where I could delete nothing. For the good that it got me along with it seemed hidden but definitely could not be overlooked.
These moments make you wonder: why ever touch the sequence of our life. They could very well be pre-decided or just a freak yet perfect occurrence like the one universe is. They are destined to make things happen in your life. But are they good or bad?
A question for which the answer comes preloaded in us. And the answer is end-result of how we see things. How much importance we give them in the overall scheme of our life. We treat our life like a gem (and we as well should) but we forget that even a gem can be broken, loose its shine or just plain vanish.
And we hold good things as the true pillars of our life. We rely on them, we live for them. What we forget is that our weak moments and failures are our true pillars. Or so is what I think. And I want to start believing in it big time. Herculean task, it is!
Remember last time something really painful happened to you. You must have tried back-sketching the timeline to find its root. What if we could delete it? Not that easy as I will add a clause to it: with it all things vanish that you were blessed or cursed with during this timeline. Interesting eh? Try it for yourself.
The last time I wanted to do it, I was deadlocked. Deadlocked to the situation where I could delete nothing. For the good that it got me along with it seemed hidden but definitely could not be overlooked.
These moments make you wonder: why ever touch the sequence of our life. They could very well be pre-decided or just a freak yet perfect occurrence like the one universe is. They are destined to make things happen in your life. But are they good or bad?
A question for which the answer comes preloaded in us. And the answer is end-result of how we see things. How much importance we give them in the overall scheme of our life. We treat our life like a gem (and we as well should) but we forget that even a gem can be broken, loose its shine or just plain vanish.
And we hold good things as the true pillars of our life. We rely on them, we live for them. What we forget is that our weak moments and failures are our true pillars. Or so is what I think. And I want to start believing in it big time. Herculean task, it is!
Friday, January 2, 2009
peel off the pressure
I don’t know when it infected me.
But I know it’s incurable.
Because the side-effects still prevail.
I say a ‘yes’ when my friends feel I should.
I say a ‘no’ whenever there’s a general consensus.
It started rather unknowingly when I first choose the same bat as my friend because he and others found it ‘cool’.
It continued when I had selected the classes I had to join for my matriculation exam (Xth).
As if the world worked on singled mindset and thoughts.
As if someone decided it was cool and it was cool for everyone.
But the party to the crime always remained smartly underground.
Or for most of the times, the criminal himself was unaware.
For many jokes that we friends shared, I also laughed at those that dint tickle me just to keep up with the laughter chore.
And many dishes at the canteen got my pocket money cornered just because they were the local favourite.
But then I decided to start medicines as my inner doctor advised.
And took some decisions that were not ‘cool’.
And boy, I must warn you the results!
I got lots of eyebrows raised, showing the sign of utter disbelief.
I was alone to make new friends.
But somewhere inside I knew the decision was mine. And right. And nice.
As a confirmation, I turned back to see what I had lost and could I recover it.
Clearly the virus was fighting back into my blood cells.
But the look back just confirmed my doctor’s prescription.
Today I know where I am heading and where my dream lies.
And strangely it’s not the popular decision nor is it the one that my friends approved before me.
Yet it’s ‘cool’ and surprisingly a right decision.
Which has left me wonder a few things.
Do we define what works for us or is it those who are the ‘cool’ and ‘smart’ ones do it for us?
If so, are we living our life or is it they who are reliving theirs?
And if we are so much affected as we realise, can’t we be strong to bring out the doctor in us?
After all peer-pressure is not an officially recognised and formidable disease.
It’s just that we fail to realise that we are infected. In time.
But I know it’s incurable.
Because the side-effects still prevail.
I say a ‘yes’ when my friends feel I should.
I say a ‘no’ whenever there’s a general consensus.
It started rather unknowingly when I first choose the same bat as my friend because he and others found it ‘cool’.
It continued when I had selected the classes I had to join for my matriculation exam (Xth).
As if the world worked on singled mindset and thoughts.
As if someone decided it was cool and it was cool for everyone.
But the party to the crime always remained smartly underground.
Or for most of the times, the criminal himself was unaware.
For many jokes that we friends shared, I also laughed at those that dint tickle me just to keep up with the laughter chore.
And many dishes at the canteen got my pocket money cornered just because they were the local favourite.
But then I decided to start medicines as my inner doctor advised.
And took some decisions that were not ‘cool’.
And boy, I must warn you the results!
I got lots of eyebrows raised, showing the sign of utter disbelief.
I was alone to make new friends.
But somewhere inside I knew the decision was mine. And right. And nice.
As a confirmation, I turned back to see what I had lost and could I recover it.
Clearly the virus was fighting back into my blood cells.
But the look back just confirmed my doctor’s prescription.
Today I know where I am heading and where my dream lies.
And strangely it’s not the popular decision nor is it the one that my friends approved before me.
Yet it’s ‘cool’ and surprisingly a right decision.
Which has left me wonder a few things.
Do we define what works for us or is it those who are the ‘cool’ and ‘smart’ ones do it for us?
If so, are we living our life or is it they who are reliving theirs?
And if we are so much affected as we realise, can’t we be strong to bring out the doctor in us?
After all peer-pressure is not an officially recognised and formidable disease.
It’s just that we fail to realise that we are infected. In time.
Friday, September 5, 2008
One is.., two is... but three is CROWD...
Consider this. Juggling between the training sessions, office decisions and improvisations as Manager has been tricky. Add further zing as you try to bargain with other clubs, some spoilt giants and most others small and greedy, to help aspiring talents realise their dreams. After all you get depth for the club to be a potential scare for all treasured silverwares. Another season is kicks off.
Now regard this. More pensive and ardent. You are an ingredient of the spiciest of the rumours around- a clear sign of your talent and fame. Your personal manager is hassled and you, anxious. You are waiting for that one hypnotic call. And bang! There it is. Jersey presented, media attacking and a dream job to start tomorrow at training ground.
And then mull over this. Already a famed prodigy in the circuit for a couple of years now. Fan expectations have risen and your anxiety levels are mounting. Your last season was over-shadowed by a rather out-of-the-box midfielder and you seem low on self esteem. Getting enough time and space in the middle is all that you want. However, the club has just signed another sensation.
Three diverse genres of pressures. What will it better when they clash? Or say, unite?
The current signing of Berbatov by Sir Alex has made my thoughts venerable to a few rather pessimistic considerations. And as I try to categorize them, I am in awe figuring out where my heart lies. Rooney, Berbatov or Manchester United as a club. Or possibly all of them.
Firstly, as the club now has three truly top-notch strikers, will this signing mark demise of Rooney’s efficacy? Especially when the latter two are in their superior form. Quite a position that should either motivate a special performance and gelling with others for greater advantage to the side or one that shall bring in anxiety, self questioning and dodgiest of all, a rivalry within the club. And that can be healthy some or miserably nasty for others.
Secondly, if one of them were to be a second fiddle to the others, wouldn't it be unmerited? Football has had its moments where players have suffered such awful faith, ultimately resulting into departures of players. More so with giants like Madrid and United.
Thirdly, with deadly combination of Ronaldo-Rooney-Berbatov-Tevez aren’t too many egos with same ambition clashing? And adjustments drizzle away once ego becomes the question.
The worries are noticeably untimely and rushed into. But they could well be one of the headlines in near future. Who knows?
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
The true lucky day for me..
Everybody is anxious. Or atleast it seems so. The world has come to a standstill. Father has gone out with a promise which we both had a laugh on. Half hearted though. Newspaper seems to have nothing interesting. Nor is television catching my attention today. About time I am going to loose my patience, when the phone rings. Well, the telephone table has become the centre of my world now. As I gather the courage to get up to reach the table, mom picks it up.
Dad came home with sweets and embraced me very warmly and proudly. Calls started flowing in. Praises and surprises from all ends. People could not believe the wonderful tale of an average 60-er something actually making into the league of 80s. Afterall, I never gave them scores to believe that either. Relatives called up to pat both mom and me. Teachers gave the acknowledgement look to me for the first time in school. As time passed by, both of realized that we had actually pulled off something really to my potential. And till this long only two people knew my true potential.
Me and Mom. Or still better put. Mom and then me.
But what was more striking 
was the way she had bonded with her son. The way she had got into the tune of his life to make it their life till he was up there to trickle into the world out there. As if she was there in each of his nerve beat ever.
A person who could be all – a strict guardian to the most compassionate friend.
Heads off to such a person who has been master in each field she has touched: daughter, wife and then, Mother.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Finally treated like humans...
Start your preparation for the first day bang 5 days before it start.
Objective: Sleep as much as you can and yet complete your homework for the event thoroughly.
Reason: 8 gruesome 24-hours of sleepless night to follow!
I am not referring to any extravagant expedition here. Nor am I indicating any political rally about to be started. Nor is the schedule given to our well payed cricketers for IPL by inhuman BCCI officials. This is CA Finals.
One of the most highly dramatic exams in India (and this is in comparison to other hyped for dont to what exams like CAT for MBA and our good old Matriculation exam), CA finals have always managed to shake their pupils down to the core every time they made their minds to face the 9 days thunderstorm. Probably surviving the 8 days is more difficult than studying for the exam itself. Is it that efficiency of being able to tackle the pressure is given more weightage than the matter you write in your papers? Who knows..
My biggest reason for regret of not making in the first attempt was exactly this. Face the never ending stretch of 192 hours. The time when you forget even your meal times even if you had won the eating competition in your locality. When sleeping for even 4 hours at night is like a heavy privilege. And after which you realise the importance of every single minutes that passes by for atleast a month or so (guess that is equivalent to hangovers after a heavy duty booze party).
Which is why I was as excited as one would be when he realises that he has cleared the deadly exam but before the Nov 2008 attempt. The website, after a long time, brought some great news for me. ICAI has decided to donate the underprivileged students with one day leave for each exam! Well, can somebody pinch me please.
I dont know what made them finally do it. But I am happy that they finally realised that we are after all humans. And secondly, the basic principle of life still prevails. You get back the worth of efforts you shell out, in some form or the other and in indefinite but justified proportion in aggregate.
Objective: Sleep as much as you can and yet complete your homework for the event thoroughly.
Reason: 8 gruesome 24-hours of sleepless night to follow!
I am not referring to any extravagant expedition here. Nor am I indicating any political rally about to be started. Nor is the schedule given to our well payed cricketers for IPL by inhuman BCCI officials. This is CA Finals.
One of the most highly dramatic exams in India (and this is in comparison to other hyped for dont to what exams like CAT for MBA and our good old Matriculation exam), CA finals have always managed to shake their pupils down to the core every time they made their minds to face the 9 days thunderstorm. Probably surviving the 8 days is more difficult than studying for the exam itself. Is it that efficiency of being able to tackle the pressure is given more weightage than the matter you write in your papers? Who knows..
My biggest reason for regret of not making in the first attempt was exactly this. Face the never ending stretch of 192 hours. The time when you forget even your meal times even if you had won the eating competition in your locality. When sleeping for even 4 hours at night is like a heavy privilege. And after which you realise the importance of every single minutes that passes by for atleast a month or so (guess that is equivalent to hangovers after a heavy duty booze party).
Which is why I was as excited as one would be when he realises that he has cleared the deadly exam but before the Nov 2008 attempt. The website, after a long time, brought some great news for me. ICAI has decided to donate the underprivileged students with one day leave for each exam! Well, can somebody pinch me please.
I dont know what made them finally do it. But I am happy that they finally realised that we are after all humans. And secondly, the basic principle of life still prevails. You get back the worth of efforts you shell out, in some form or the other and in indefinite but justified proportion in aggregate.
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