At the time of writing this blog, i am little over 26 years of age..... the thing that really bothers me till now is COMPARISONS.... i wonder when will this stop... i mean why is that one is compared to the peers, or seniors or juniors??
Take the childhood as an example. when we are kids are compared to the toppers in the class. we are always told to emulate someone... in case of studies , emulate the topper... in case of athletics , emulate the most energetic and active guy... in case you are a fat guy, u are told to slim up like the most slim guy in the class...(i know that the last comparison was an exxaggeration :)).. but still, we are never told to be "us"...always, be "him/them".
Even adulthood isnt exempted from this "Comparison-syndrome". when you get into a company , you are compared even to the remotest friend who works in a better firm . BETTER in this case would mean - more money and better ranking in the Business world or some magazine... people dont take into consideration the type or work or the environment or the responsibility into consideration! salary and ranking of the company are what matter to the people who suffer from by the "Comparison-syndrome".
As far as old age, i dont know what it would be like. but as far as i can imagine- even at old age, people would compare the money you saved, the highest position that you reached in professional life, the number of flats you have, the number of cars you own, the number of children of yours who went abroad to learn and earn!... i sometimes wonder when will people stop comparing!!!!!... every human being in this world is different. That the only thing that i feel is that people should follow the "Appreciate the potential. Dont force anyone to emulate someone else" policy.
One should be motivated. Not be compared.
One should be shown a rosy picture to pep up and achieve that thing. Not be compared.
One should be told about the positive effects of doing a particular thing. Not be compared.
All in all, stop comparing. Tell the child to score 100/100 and not try to be some "Vijay" who scores 95!
Friday, 31 July 2009
Monday, 20 July 2009
Trek To Rajmachi...!
18 july 2009 was a day to remember the rest of my life...
It was a trip to Rajmachi.. a fort near Karjat... it was a gruelling trek, so to say.
We started at 6.30 in the morning and boarded the 6.45 karjat local from kalyan; reached Karjat by 7.50 AM... we had a bite at the very famous "Karjat cha Vada Pav"... the took a rik and reached the village named Kondhane. Now, it was the time for the real trek! we had to climb for a span of 4 hrs! There was one fear in ours minds; the fear was of getting lost in the forest..So we hired a village boy named "Sunil". He agreed to guide us till the top for rs.300. At the end of the trek we realised that rs.300 was worth !... chances were very high that we could have lost the track to the top.
We were 10 guys. Started the climb uphill. In less than an hour, we passed through a patch that was heavily infested by mosquitoes! Big rocks, small streams, marshy patches, heavenly greens and mild-to-heavy rains - we faced all this. after some 2.5 hrs of gruelling climb, we took rest for some 15-20 mins at a small hutment where we replenished ourselves with some "Kokam sherbet" or "Nimboo Sherbet" or "chai". needless, to say we clicked N number of photos; especially some "orkut" photos to impress friends!
After this small hiatus, we commenced our journey and reached the village at the base of the fort in 30 mins. We decided on the menu for the lunch and then kept our belongings at one of the houses where we fixed we would have our lunch. The fort didnt SEEM too far from this place! but it took us atleast 45 mins to reach the top. This patch, i should say, was a bit dangerous. One needs to be vey cautious while treading this patch. The view from the top of the fort was ineffable! Cold winds, rain and the thrill of being AT THE TOP of the world was just amazing!..
You got to be there to believe it!
We clicked a few more pics and then came back to the base of the fort. The lunch that ensued was one the best lunches we had ever had!(except for the chicken) . The 'Bhurji' and 'Andakari' were class apart! The time now was 5.00 PM.
We had 2 options to go back - 1) retrace the path by which we came. 2) follow a trail of 4.5 hrs and go to lonavla and then take train or some transport to reach mumbai!.
The second option seemed more logical. We started at 5.30 walked for 4 hrs and reached Lonavla at 9.30 PM. The trail was amazing! No lights from 7.30 to 9.30 PM. we had to rely just on torches we had brought and on the strong lights emanating from the resorts nearby!
Somehow we reached Lonavla. We heaved a sigh of relief. And concluded that this trek was one the most difficult that most of us had ever been to!..
We then booked a Qualis and reached mumbai at 12.30 AM... and reached home at 1.20 AM!
For facts about Rajmachi, Google should be of more help!..this article was more about the experience than about Rajmachi!... happy trekking!
http://picasaweb.google.co.in/dipenambalia/TrekToRajmachi
It was a trip to Rajmachi.. a fort near Karjat... it was a gruelling trek, so to say.
We started at 6.30 in the morning and boarded the 6.45 karjat local from kalyan; reached Karjat by 7.50 AM... we had a bite at the very famous "Karjat cha Vada Pav"... the took a rik and reached the village named Kondhane. Now, it was the time for the real trek! we had to climb for a span of 4 hrs! There was one fear in ours minds; the fear was of getting lost in the forest..So we hired a village boy named "Sunil". He agreed to guide us till the top for rs.300. At the end of the trek we realised that rs.300 was worth !... chances were very high that we could have lost the track to the top.
We were 10 guys. Started the climb uphill. In less than an hour, we passed through a patch that was heavily infested by mosquitoes! Big rocks, small streams, marshy patches, heavenly greens and mild-to-heavy rains - we faced all this. after some 2.5 hrs of gruelling climb, we took rest for some 15-20 mins at a small hutment where we replenished ourselves with some "Kokam sherbet" or "Nimboo Sherbet" or "chai". needless, to say we clicked N number of photos; especially some "orkut" photos to impress friends!
After this small hiatus, we commenced our journey and reached the village at the base of the fort in 30 mins. We decided on the menu for the lunch and then kept our belongings at one of the houses where we fixed we would have our lunch. The fort didnt SEEM too far from this place! but it took us atleast 45 mins to reach the top. This patch, i should say, was a bit dangerous. One needs to be vey cautious while treading this patch. The view from the top of the fort was ineffable! Cold winds, rain and the thrill of being AT THE TOP of the world was just amazing!..
You got to be there to believe it!
We clicked a few more pics and then came back to the base of the fort. The lunch that ensued was one the best lunches we had ever had!(except for the chicken) . The 'Bhurji' and 'Andakari' were class apart! The time now was 5.00 PM.
We had 2 options to go back - 1) retrace the path by which we came. 2) follow a trail of 4.5 hrs and go to lonavla and then take train or some transport to reach mumbai!.
The second option seemed more logical. We started at 5.30 walked for 4 hrs and reached Lonavla at 9.30 PM. The trail was amazing! No lights from 7.30 to 9.30 PM. we had to rely just on torches we had brought and on the strong lights emanating from the resorts nearby!
Somehow we reached Lonavla. We heaved a sigh of relief. And concluded that this trek was one the most difficult that most of us had ever been to!..
We then booked a Qualis and reached mumbai at 12.30 AM... and reached home at 1.20 AM!
For facts about Rajmachi, Google should be of more help!..this article was more about the experience than about Rajmachi!... happy trekking!
http://picasaweb.google.co.in/dipenambalia/TrekToRajmachi
Wednesday, 15 July 2009
A Silent Scream....
(This article is a fiction.)
On 27 December 2008 I went to the Rajawadi Hospital at Ghatkopar. Vikas Salunkhe, a member of Bal-Vikas (an NGO) was sitting beside her. She was draped in a white gown. Both her hands were being fed saline. Her face looked very pale. She had become very weak. She didn’t even the energy to move her eyes around. She had lost the count of what was happening around her. She hadn’t seen me before but I had seen her before.
I distinctly remember the day – 21st December 2008. I was in my Chevrolet UVA. I was stuck at the Saki Naka traffic signal. My favorite song was being played on the radio. Suddenly my eyes got stuck on this girl with a red frock. Her frock was striped. There were lots of patches applied on it. She had dark circles around her eyes. She was among the 10-12 kids who were playing football made of a sock that was stuffed with paper. I should say that she seemed like the Maradona of that group. Suddenly a man came from behind and slapped her and started scolding her.
The light turned green and I had to move on. The next day again I got stuck at the Saki Naka signal. This time she was not playing with her friends. She had a bunch of packets of peanuts. She knocked on the window of my car. I lowered the glass and took 10 packets of peanuts from her (even though I hate peanuts.)I complimented her on her football skills. She was stunned – maybe because she was wondering why I was keeping an eye on her or maybe because she herself wasn’t sure what game she was playing..!
She smiled and went away happy that she had done a business of rs.30 in just 2 minutes. The signal turned green and the cars behind started honking and I moved on.
Back to 27th December 2008. I asked Vikas as to what prompted such a sweet girl to get admitted at Rajawadi Hospital. Vikas then narrated the plight of that cute girl. On 23 rd dec ie., 4 days ago, she was subjected to inhumane acts. Abbas Bhai, the head of beggars in and around Saki Naka saw her at the Saki Naka signal and took her to his den. Abbas Bhai was sure that she was the best fit in his ‘beggars Kingdom”. That cute girl was then tormented in every unimaginable way. Drops of acid were sprinkled on her hands and feet. Her hair was cut unevenly. Her tongue was cut; and so were 3 fingers from her left hand. Every attempt was made to make her look like an authentic beggar. That night 3 local goons visited Abbas Bhai. That sweet girl who was tormented during that day was surrounded by all four. Then --------------------------. She was then thrown near the Ramabai Bus stop, near to Saki Naka. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in Rajawadi Hospital. Her name is Bindu. Now, she just stares at the ceiling and wonders why GOD had been so cruel to her. With her tongue cut, she can’t even talk, argue or complain. Tears flow from her eyes. Each tear is like a silent scream. There are so many Bindus in our society. Let’s join hands to fight against child injustice. Let’s get this society rid of such Silent Screams.
On 27 December 2008 I went to the Rajawadi Hospital at Ghatkopar. Vikas Salunkhe, a member of Bal-Vikas (an NGO) was sitting beside her. She was draped in a white gown. Both her hands were being fed saline. Her face looked very pale. She had become very weak. She didn’t even the energy to move her eyes around. She had lost the count of what was happening around her. She hadn’t seen me before but I had seen her before.
I distinctly remember the day – 21st December 2008. I was in my Chevrolet UVA. I was stuck at the Saki Naka traffic signal. My favorite song was being played on the radio. Suddenly my eyes got stuck on this girl with a red frock. Her frock was striped. There were lots of patches applied on it. She had dark circles around her eyes. She was among the 10-12 kids who were playing football made of a sock that was stuffed with paper. I should say that she seemed like the Maradona of that group. Suddenly a man came from behind and slapped her and started scolding her.
The light turned green and I had to move on. The next day again I got stuck at the Saki Naka signal. This time she was not playing with her friends. She had a bunch of packets of peanuts. She knocked on the window of my car. I lowered the glass and took 10 packets of peanuts from her (even though I hate peanuts.)I complimented her on her football skills. She was stunned – maybe because she was wondering why I was keeping an eye on her or maybe because she herself wasn’t sure what game she was playing..!
She smiled and went away happy that she had done a business of rs.30 in just 2 minutes. The signal turned green and the cars behind started honking and I moved on.
Back to 27th December 2008. I asked Vikas as to what prompted such a sweet girl to get admitted at Rajawadi Hospital. Vikas then narrated the plight of that cute girl. On 23 rd dec ie., 4 days ago, she was subjected to inhumane acts. Abbas Bhai, the head of beggars in and around Saki Naka saw her at the Saki Naka signal and took her to his den. Abbas Bhai was sure that she was the best fit in his ‘beggars Kingdom”. That cute girl was then tormented in every unimaginable way. Drops of acid were sprinkled on her hands and feet. Her hair was cut unevenly. Her tongue was cut; and so were 3 fingers from her left hand. Every attempt was made to make her look like an authentic beggar. That night 3 local goons visited Abbas Bhai. That sweet girl who was tormented during that day was surrounded by all four. Then --------------------------. She was then thrown near the Ramabai Bus stop, near to Saki Naka. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in Rajawadi Hospital. Her name is Bindu. Now, she just stares at the ceiling and wonders why GOD had been so cruel to her. With her tongue cut, she can’t even talk, argue or complain. Tears flow from her eyes. Each tear is like a silent scream. There are so many Bindus in our society. Let’s join hands to fight against child injustice. Let’s get this society rid of such Silent Screams.
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