ART OF COPYING

Eating India alive is its love of copying, from examination halls to office reports, from homework to thesis, from music to movies, from literature to art, from fashion statements to the love of blogging. In India so many things are being copied so fast that its becoming China. The only difference being that China does it with goods and not with human forms of art but since we are more democratic, we do it with everything especially art.

In India though, copying all forms of art is an art in itself. This art is called the art of inspiration, which is defined by the dictionary as - "the arousal of the mind to special unusual activity or creativity". For real artists the "unusual activity" will be a brainstorming session or watching the rainfall out of their window, for the surreal artist though, any good song in the market, which he/she fallaciously thinks no one else has heard, is good enough. Since this activity of the surreal artist requires no inspiration, its thus called inspiration as a mark of sarcasm, mocking the real artists as they require inspiration from within and things around them.

For the surreal artists, the word "copyright" is a term too literal and they someday would want to include "the right to copy" as a fundamental right of every Indian citizen as a mark of respect to . In fact they just might cite that our very own constitution is an amalgamation of various constitutions from countries around the world and since its so, its an act of "inspiration". (I reserve my comments on this)

But the capability of imagination of these surreal artists is commendable. They have the audacity of brilliance in them to imagine that even if they pick up a song that’s a rage world over, numb it down to their level and dumb it down to sound like what they want, the average person will not be able to recognize the original song from the "inspired" song.

An Indian director is now copying Juno, (the worst part is that these directors don’t even change the characterisation or theme) which very well could have an original Indian story only if people had the courage to get inspired from real life rather than from surreal world. An Indian music director is now being sued over by some bands from outside and who lodged the first complaint about this music director's latest lift? His fellow co-music director. 

Why stop there? Its not just music or movies but dressing motifs and (funnily enough) attitude problem (or the stylish perception of it) too is now considered the "in" thing and is thus copied merrily. Even Social Networking profiles too have taken a hit (including mine, which now has been copied hundred times over by people who have no idea what they are copying from every major social site). Australian board of education has now realised that most of Indian thesis' for M.sc and P.hd programs are copied from one source or the other. 

Its about time that we stopped dignifing copying and call stuff "inspired" or even "plagiarised" because even the word plagiarism is used so that the common man, who doesn't understand big words, don't get the real meaning. From now, let's call copying as copying :)

IDLE MAN"S BRAIN IS DEVILS'S WORLSHOP

Idle man’s brain is devils workshop. Yes! It is. Lemme explain how it works, I got holidays for continuous seven days at a stretch, some where around September first week because of Ramzan and Ganesh chaturdi and Saturday and Sunday (Being a Public servant in a secular country, I happen to get weekdays in between holidays) I was adamant to go to home as I returned form home just a fortnight before. All of my fellow musketeers went to home leaving me lonely in Pune. Then Devil started working …. The following list of dairy will tell u how effective that devil was!!

1. tasted Italy's finest Brunnells, for first time in my life,

2. Completed Bergman's SILENCE (which I had been trying to finish by watching it part by part for last 7 months)

3. Was told to behave when i entered in to ladies compartment in local train to Lonavala for desperation to buy time

4. Thrown out of disco at 2 am for not being with any gal.

8. Slept at a renowned hospital overnight on reception desk

9. Bought and lost a lottery ticket

10. Lost my wallet at a mall and recovered it after 5 hours

11. Went from Koregaon Park to Pimpri on my bike at 3am

12. Ate one large pizza all by myself.

13. Helped by a nice old lady at Lonavala station where I felt tired who gave me a lift to Guest house

14. Went from Pune to Lavasa in a taxi and accidentally broke the meter which I had to pay for as well

15. Almost fell out of local train.

16. Booked for a play and accidentally went to an art gallery show (which was being held in a hall above the theatre) at cant area which was lovely

17. Walked from Koregaon Park to Hadapsar at 1 am

18. 2 streteched nightouts and 1 separate within a week

19. Downloaded 19 movies, watched 4

20. Met an Italian girl at Osho ashram who liked Mahabharata

WHY I DONT SUPPORT ANNA HAZARE'S MOVEMENT

These days I am fed up with the requests I am getting to join candle light marches, support requests for Anna Hazare and his so called movement (some over zealous people went to extent of calling it an uprising, drawing parallels to Egyptian and other banana republics movements). I once posted a status message which tangentially supports corruption (it was a word from RGV), that’s it I was blasted among my colleagues that I am supporting corruption. Now I decided to jot down my views on Anna Movement

Frankly speaking, I don’t trust Anna Hazare’s methods and didn’t subscribe to his philosophy, simply I wouldn’t be bothered by these SMS s, forwards, Govt”s rigidity, his stubborn attitude. Lemme guess what is going to happen. This drama will go on for some days, the government will agree to let Anna to go for his fast ( I think it already happened ) after some time some anti social or anti national elements will permeate into his camp, or else the government itself will place some coverts, ( remember the allegations of American involvement behind Anna reports in media and subsequent denials from American consulate) then under the pretext of Anna’s Security against threat to his life, or govt will thwart his fast by offering a discussion in parliament (after a two or three weeks, fast weary Anna will readily agree with it, or his supporters will make him agree with it because as it is said by Bipin Chandra, mass movements cannot be prolonged for long) . After the discussion the parliament may decide that inclusion of prime minister is not possible, and the cycle continues.

Had I been a part of government,

I would not have talked rubbish on Anna as they are doing right now, but certainly I will not agree to include prime minister in the ambit of Lokpal. Prime minister is not a joke; practically, he is executive head of the whole country. The majority of the parliamentarians elected by whole country elect the PM to guide the country into its future. We cannot keep him strangled in hands of single non elected person.

My point is, first Lokpal has to be formed, its functioning is to be observed, the person who occupied the seat has to be checked for his functioning, then it is to be decided whether he has to be given wide powers or not.  Any system has to be checked in a trial and error method.  In Andhra Pradesh N T Rama Rao established a similar system under the name of “ Dharma Mahamatra” it later on merged with Lokayuktha, we have seen the functioning of Lokayuktha in AP ( Karnataka Lakayuktha is apparently better because Santosh Hegde is at least barking ) there scale of scams are meteorically rising despite the presence of lokayuktha. Can any body guarantee the effective functioning of Lokpal. Then what for this halla is.

Our system gives utmost importance to Judiciary, people wont consider judges as normal human beings, Sub-judice matters will not be discussed out side the court ( under the pretext that judges may get influenced) judiciary has lot of other protections like, contempt of court , executive cannot challenge judiciary, even legislature also cannot overlook judiciary in some matters . Judiciary can comment on any religious issue, they often teach morals to religious leaders, give knee-jerk statements such as “all encounter specialists had to be hanged to death”. But no body can challenge them, this is the protection given to judiciary by our system.  But are all judges are have undoubted integrity? (I doubt I may have to go to jail if some judge read my blog) there are some allegations, I have to quote them, for instance, Justice Soumitra Sen , and Justice Dinakaran ( I think one Bhushan among the supporters of Anna alleged that half of the supreme court bar are corrupt).  I cannot judge their integrity, but I feel that judiciary is not in the state as it ought to be.  Frankly speaking, there appears a degradation of values across all the segments of society.  The future Lokpal also will not be formed from divine entities, it is to be selected form the same society which is being blamed for being corrupt. At the inception of Anti Corruption Bureau (ACB), no body would have imagined that in future CBI would conduct an enquiry on ACB officials. Nobody might not have imagined that CBI will become as Congress Bureau of Investigation, or Congress Bachaco Investigation (as alleged by Sushma Swaraj ). I read some where that Intelligence Bureau is once called as Indira Bureau (due to her misuse of it on her political opponents). Had every body in the system delivers properly, even a police constable level person can prevent corruption.  

Even a brand new car will be test drived at 40-50 speed despite of assurances of the company about the brake efficiency and gear efficiency at even 120 speeds. The new guard of an apartment will not be given licensed revolver instantly but, instead, will be tested giving a lathi first for his efficiency. Many of the development programs of government will be piloted in 60-70 districts for their results and then it is implemented nation wide. Every legislation, program, even the constitution is tested on a small scale, errors are rectified, rules are amended practical difficulties are solved. In the same way, Lokpal has to be tested and if proved efficient, then it should be given wider powers, or else it will be a Frankenstein Monster. The extent to which the powers have to given is to be decided by debate and discussions. The stubbornness that everybody should subscribe to my philosophy, and who don’t fall in line are corrupt is plain arrogance and lack of respect for democracy. Diversity of opinion and tolerance are essence of democracy.

Our constitutional makers made a balance of all the three systems i.e. legislature, executive and judiciary. Legislature will face the litmus test of public every five years (sort of approval from public in form of elections), the executive comprising of efficient administrators (?), who don’t need the periodical endorsement from public as in the politicians case, the judiciary to check whether the other arms are acting constitutionally. Distribution of powers were designed is such a way that they cant ignore each other in performing their duties. A system of checks and balances were inherent in the constitution.  Even the sacrosanct constitution will be prone to amendment if the majority public feels so.  These so called crusaders against corruption are arguing to create a super power above all these systems as if they are only intellectuals in the country.  What would be the recourse if this Lokpal system itself becomes corrupt?

In my opinion there should be a counter force to every thing, day-night, male-female, reason-emotion, and fire-water all are complimentary to each other and gives completeness to each other. Even the welfare capitalism needs a union. If any one among them doesn’t have check of other, it will be misused.  When the discussion of lack of unions in IT sector and SEZs among my software friends came, they blasted me that these communist slogans will stop the growth of sector and despite of unions, they are getting cabs, office sponsored dinners, weekends etc etc , but then recession came and managements went on pink slip spree, that to for silly reasons like improper parking of vehicle, they were fired within minutes , threatened for voluntary resignations by beholding their certificates etc. Because of these antics many people suffered financial and psychological torture; they were dumped as rotten potatoes. If projects were not there, it is the fault of marketing people, not that of engineers. If they don’t have need of people, why they have recruited them? Kept on bench? And suddenly fired? The management has to be fired for mis-planning.

If I appear that I am supporting communism, I’m sorry, I dint mean it, I don’t believe in working class anarchy propounded by Marx as well. I am not an idealist (these idealist breed is the one supporting the Jan Lokpal) but what happened in reality, the workers governments elsewhere in Soviet Russia, Polpot regime in Cambodia are as heinous as non communist dictators. Their fellow workers were shot for political opposition. In India also it is proved that Ex-communists are the worst capitalists.

There should be a strong opposition against government, there should be strong civil society against executive hegemony,  strong human rights commissions against police atrocities, then only they above said systems will be a responsible ones, or else power without strings will make the powerful myopic.

I feel that there is a dictator hiding in every one of us , everybody want to be a dictator once in their lifetime, I’ve heard from many people saying “ these  #$%^&* will not understand if it explained patiently , they should be taught to obey rules  at gun  point only”, but in our own view for ourselves , we all  are benevolent dictators,   the ideas goes like “ if were given power, I will throw all the beggars into jail, deflate vehicles of traffic violators,  will hang kidnappers, will make the rape convicts impotent for rape, will suspend late comers to office, will make the wealthy politicians to till the land@ ( believe me I’ve listened even worse judgmental fellows). The reason behind supporting Lokpal is this psychology only. But we tend to ignore the fact that even the beggar had the same right to power, he may be vying for power to hang all the people who won’t give alms.

There re different view points to evry issue, we cant guarantee that every man would be correct in evry aspect. Then is it wise to keep unbridled power in a single hand?  If the Jan lokpal is passed as it is, then he can command evrybody. Take the recent Lakayuktha episode in Karnataka, Yeddyyurappa resigned because of stubbornness of Santosh Hegde, but the same Lokayuktha is numb in the neighbouring AP, also there is no guarantee that Santosh Hegde’s Succesor would be this dynamic and successful. See the example of T N Seshan, he proved hiw powerful a  election can be, but then dillution of Election Commision followed by system of three commisioners , the result  is Navin Chawla, who is supposedly close to congress but, there is no check on him , the answer for whether Yeddyurappa will be convicted and  put behind bars  is an obvious one.

There is legend ( once told in Polity class of Vaziram) , that once there was tiff between horse and deer, then this horse came to man and asked him to hunt down the deer, man expressed his helplessness as he cannot match the speed of deer, horse then offered its back to man to make him match to speed of deer and man hunted the deer. But when the horse asked the man to get down from his back man refused to do so as he found the comfort of horse riide, this horse became permanent slave for man.

If we horses bear Lokpal to hunt down corruption and what happens if in the process gets enslaved by the same Lokpal?

Don’t convince me that Anna would be made lokpal and he is very noble, power is intoxicant in nature, we are yet to see true colours of him when he is in power. He may attain dictatorial tendencies once he reaches echelons of power ( of course power without checks).  There are live examples in our own backyard, where Army generals  took power under pretext of ousting corrupt government and with the help of popular discontent later beacame worst dictators. These dictators will make people feel  that previous corrupt governments are better. This is the same story everywhere, Pak, Bangladesh, Latin America, Central Asia….even if Anna is noble and honest is there any assurance that his successors would be of the same integrity? Already the stories behind the Bhushans ( Shanthi and prashanth) are making rounds in the media.

I don’t understand the reason for inclusion of PM under the ambit of Lokpal, suppose if he is included, then some over jealous, publicity craving individual may shoot a letter making allegations against PM and Lokpal may order an CBI enquiry, what happens to administration if PM happens to go to jail ( as CBI enquiry often needs remand) , even if he gets bail, the ghost of enquiry will haunt him till enquiry aquits him.  Let us suppose that our PM has to make Bilateral declaration along with another country on an like corruption eradication, his counterpart’s mischeivous smile will put the whole nation into a unnecessary shame ( this may happen within the intervening time between the order of enquiry and its judgement)

If some publicity mongering Lokpal may order PM not to enter into parliament and may aspire to get into history books. It serves the purpose of his publicity, but what happens to nation?  There may be a situation when pakistan bribes an NGO  for making alegation,  then there would be chaos in the nation till the time enquiry completes and facts are established,, leave alone pakistan , any Deputy PM or Home minister aspiring for PM post  may give some papers to the likes of Subramanya Swamy to mailgn PM and they plant statements that PM should nopt occupy his chair untill enquiry is completed, enough then Deputy PM will be the acting PM untill the enquiry is completed.

Because of draconian laws many times innocents also bear the brunt for no fault of them, if the Lokpal says that he feel that, there is prima facie case is there against the PM , then that would be enough for creating a scene for media organisations to make a mountain out of mole hill. There are many recorded instances where the likes of  “Prevention of Dowry Act “ and Atrocities act were misused.

Beurocracy and Politicians faces certain occupational hazards, I seen some instances where some politicians faced allegations of corruption fo having a photograph with a person who later turns out to be a fraudster who was introduced to this politician by some local leaders as a donor or social activist.

I do agree that already there are already some draconian laws in place, but there is a counter force for them in the frorm of courts or some thing else. But we should not support the creation Frankenstein monster of Lokpal and likes of Anna Hazare who are bull dozing public opinion for creation of that monster.

I often wonder how a single person can blackmail whole society to follow his path by fasting,  are the team Anna only intellectuals with integrity? I predict within some months there would be internal differences within them , and how then one can say that whaterver they say is sarcosanct?

Don’t compare Anna’s protest with that of Gandhi’s Satyagraha, that is mindless nonsense , as in colonial days there is no democracy, there is no channels of expression of public opinion, so there was need for agitation to show the public sopport. But now there is democracy, there can be a debate and with concencus, a bill. Why I called comparision with Gandhi a non sense is , Gandhi is phenomenon which took decades of process to be formed, any history student will that he toured whole nation, collected diverse opinions then formulated his methods, this Anna, as far as I know, did some activities in Maharashtra , he can’t be compared with Gandhi. Even the larger than life JP( Jayaprakash narayan) could not become Gandhi ( in the aftermath of JP movement he was called as Mahatma of 77), his own followers later chose to ignore him, then how Anna can become Gandhi , even if he is honest and stubborn.

Govenrment may commit mistakes in handling him, may be on a later stage surrender to him, I don’t know. But I wont support this current movement. If by this reason people call me a Dishonest, corrupt, or a supporter of corruption , I pity them. I know that I am far more honest than the politicians supporting Anna. I don’t have to proove it to any body.

Finally I conclude that, it would be unjustice if I don’t Anna for his moevement,. Atleast because of his efforts only Lokpal came to its present stage. So he should be practical now and make the passage of the bill possible, depending on the results , it can be upgraded on a later stage. Remember how much time RTI bill took for effective implementation.  Atleast something is better than nothing

Decision Making

There is a hot chick in the coffee shop giving you the looks n smiles and there is a presentation to be made to Present in the class in half an hour and you are running out of time to make the slides. What do you do?

I often wonder how many decisions man makes in a lifetime. Taking into account the fact that 'change of mind' occurs in a matter of seconds, it can be comfortably be said that man takes more decisions in a lifetime than the number of minutes he spends on this planet. Indeed, decision making, which is inherent in us, is just as crucial for life as breathing. Decision making forms a major chunk of research work in psychology and abnormalities in a person's decision making ability leads to severe psychic disorders.

How tough a decision is not only depends on the type of choices but also on the person who has to take the decision. People at the top management of any company take prompt and confident decisions. In fact, management is all a game of decision making. On the other hand, there are people who take hours to decide on a birthday gift for a two year old kid who gets amused at just anything. It is because of these people that you see lots of crowd in shopping malls. These are the people who keep changing their decision every instant.

"I am a master of indecision."

Yeah, yeah. When it comes to taking a decision, I am miserable. I mean, why can't someone have everything in life? Bigger question -why can't life take its course? A teacher in secondary school had once told me that there are two or more roads at any juncture on the face of this planet and in the life of a person. One road is always better than the others. "So how do we know which road to take?" I had asked him. Any B-school professor will tell you rate your options, look at your constraints and priorities, take your experience into consideration etc. The teacher in secondary had said that you never know which path is best for you! So follow the path your heart says.

We Indians are very passionate about our heart. 'mere dil ki awaaz suno' 'aap mere dil ke mehmaan ho gaye' and 'aap kyun mere dil mein permanently baith gaye?'. A whole lucrative film industry runs on the concept of dil aka heart. Frankly, everyone talks about following the heart here but I doubt anyone must be doing that. One can't just divorce oneself from the head sitting over the torso that interferes in each and every physiological and psychological function. My head rules the land, leaving an inconsequential pumping activity to the heart.

The teacher did make sense. At least better than the business gurus who discourse their opinion so confidently that you get convinced they can show you the path to neverland. I have often felt an impulsive zeal to do something but could never really get down to doing it. Few days back, I was facing a serious career related dilemma and believe me it made me very miserable. Unlike a majority of people in this country and in the world, I draw a decent salary, have good food, have access to many sources of entertainment and live among intellectually competent people. Still I am not happy. One major reason for this, I think, is the fact that I am really bad at taking decisions and have a bad habit of moaning over past decisions.

I guess you think this crap is getting too serious for my blog. Fine, no more of it. From the moment I started typing this entry till now, I have managed to take one good decision -that I will avoid taking decisions as much as possible. But then, you can't just avoid every decision in life. Some are simple:

What type of girl would you prefer: Whitey, Latino, black, Indian or Chinese? I know beggars can't be choosers, but if given a choice (even though I never am gonna get that lucky) I will go for Latino.

You are going to face death. Would you prefer a). a hungry tiger b). a hungry crocodile and c). a bunch of hungry rats?

On the contrary some are real tough:

If given a choice, who would you prefer to hang out with: a). a Bengali b). a Sardar and c). a Tamilian who doesn't know Telugu, Hindi, English. You keep wondering whose company will be least tortuous

Jab Kismat mein likha ho Gandu, To Khuda bhi kyaa Karegaa

It’s now official. I failed in an exam conducted in phase I training course, Alas! Despite the thick skinned, shameless creature I am, it became a constant head ache to me to get reminded of that exam by none other than the ass hole, frustu , I will attribute this failure partly to my carelessness and experiments, and of course some external elements(suraj, nikitha, neelesh, padma ) for constantly disturbing me by calling me for every disco they went . Other important factor is I lost that fighting spirit for marks “Anything for marks “attitude, either by cheating or bluffing.  So I want to introspect on this special talent of mine, at the same time give the readers GYAN regarding the art of cheating in exams.

I can’t trace back when actually I started cheating in tests and exams. Well.... anything for marks whether they matter or not. Anyways as I recollect I first cheated in class 5 in my school in a regular class test. It was a social science class. The teacher gave us some 20 questions out of which I knew 19 answers. I flipped back the pages of my copy when the teacher had gone out of the class and saw the answer and started pasting that answer. At that very moment the Stud i.e. the topper of our class saw the teacher coming and told him that I cheated. I couldn’t get how he managed to see me cheating, but anyways that was my first ever "cheating-in-exam" act as my memory tells me.

Then most probably I started cheating almost regularly. In lower classes ie. upto class 7th the “cheating-in-exam" comprised of matching answer with somebody else in math’s paper, asking true/false question's answer for conformation, uttering and whispering answers and stuffs like that.

After class 7th my definition of the act changed. Due to my strong bond with friends everything seemed little. Anything for marks ... anything for friend's marks. Anyways as I was saying from class 8th onwards the act involved a lot of tactics. Let me summarize those as points.

1) Exchanging Answer Sheets

2) Writing the answer on the question paper and pass it

3) Cheats inside geometry box, inside the cover of geometry box, sharpner, eraser ie. Anything which had a cover.

First tear the cover at home and write imp stuffs on the inside part of it.

Gum it or fold it so that it looks new.

Undo the folding thing and peep the stuffs at exam.

4) Cheats everywhere in the uniform even inside pants - but not in the toilet room or near the window or any where else ... fruitless .. and cumbrous

5) If possible steal a additional sheet or better main exam sheet - would be helpful for cheating in next exam as at the next exam simply sneak it out of your uniform and lay it on your table - invigilators wont concentrate on that

6) Dependency on Invigilators - Different types of them

Strict- Don’t do anything if they are focused on invigilating, a volunteer will stand up and make him busy by asking a relevant question on the question paper - in the mean time other members of the group get busy in the act but make it short

Others- Don’t stop the act

7) Unable to return answer scripts and time left is 5 minutes - demand thread from the invigilator even if you don’t have additional scripts or ask some volunteer to ask the time (that volunteer should be from other side of the class room so that there will be a rotation of invigilator's face) else drop answer scripts in a tactful manner

8) If you have Booklet type exam where answer is written on question itself - Dont worry - unpin the stapled pin - then do the same as you always did

Principles - anything for marks

1) This is not a heinous act - you are not a anti-social

2) Nothing will happen if caught for the first time - At max Parents would be called - in that case use sentiments and act a lot

3) If caught for the second time - then leave it - you don’t deserve it - Black Dot in conduct certificate (which most of the time white washed during farewells)

4) If got a TC (Transfer Certificate) - Don’t worry - India is a huge country and this thing is too small to get noticed by majority of people

Neither I nor any of my friends got caught ever.

Class X - Board Exams

There were a lot of teachers searching everywhere in the uniform for cheats. So shocks were not a good place that time. As always an idea struck me. There were a fewer cheats than regular exams. I put those inside my Tie, went to the bathroom, washed my face and made the Tie wet and flipped back the Tie towards my back. I was searched for everything except the Tie. My idea worked. We were aware of the consequences if we got caught during an CBSE class X exam. So we had studied a lot. But "Jab Kismat mein likha ho Gandu, To Khuda bhi kyaa Karegaaa?" Somehow I managed to cheat in all exams but for the Sanskrit exam. Asking, whispering, writing on hands weren't cheating anymore for me and my friends.

High School - Class XI and XII

Those days I was a stud. I didn’t need to cheat. I helped others a lot though.

Class XII - Board Exam

I knew most of the stuffs so there was no requirement of cheats that time. Anyways again "Jab Kismat mein likha ho Gandu, To Khuda bhi kyaa Karegaa?" Took a cheat of Logic Gates which I knew would account for 2 marks. Answered 65 marks out of 70. I didn’t know the answer of a 5 marks question. Everybody was dependent on me; so I couldn’t ask that to anybody. Out of that 5 marks 3 marks were from Logic Gates. Answers were right near my heart inside my Tie. I took those out but didn’t unfold it. I don’t know what happened but I couldn’t cheat. I chewed that paper which was almost a Page's dimension - ate that.

There after I didn’t cheated in exams - only helped some strangers during some Engg. Entrances. During my graduation,  I didn’t cheat a single stuff in exams (mid-sem and end-sem) up to 4th semester. As it seems to me now - those were most probably lack of opportunities. Today I don’t feel anything bad for cheating though my conscience says its bad. Anyways ... "Jab Kismat mein likha ho Gandu, To Khuda bhi kyaa karegaa? "… Ultimately I got my killer instinct back to do anything (of course, not studying) for marks.

WOMEN FROM TRAIN

After all I got a topic to write on my blog. Even though my pass entitles me to travel in AC class, I always prefer to go in a Sleeper class when I am travelling alone as I feel suffocated in AC coaches, and I can meet interesting people in Sleeper coaches (???) Generally people in sleeper coaches are more open, contrary to AC coach passengers. The field training gave me an opportunity to travel extensively through out many places. In trains the main energy boosters for youngsters are obviously the women, nothing peculiar about it. But I marked some kinds of women I never realised before. Let me describe in some paragraphs.

1) JAM Waali...



I was returning from Hyderabad to Bangalore in Kacheguda express. A gorgeous, beautiful and Hot lady clad in blue jeans entered my boggie. From her looks and her sandle I guessed that she didnt get a A/C seat ... and thats why she was with me .. err ... in the same boggie. The boggie was all full with differnt kinds of people starting from Marwadis to Machliwalis .. As obvious she didnt get a seat and chose a place near one of the bathrooms to stand. Coincidentally I was right infront of her. I became naughty for some moments and enjoyed that standing beauty. Anyways that didnt last long as I was starting to feel embarrased for not giving a seat to the only lady in the compartment. But I couldnt out of my ego. After 10 mins a few guys came and stood near that gal and started maroing cali by reading Hindi Newspaper. She was feeling a lot awkward. I was giving my shameless smile sometimes and was enjoying that. But I wanted a lot to offer her a seat. But I thought she may think otherwise. Bangalore was still 1 hr more. Then a TT came. She begged for an A/C seat. But the TT couldnt help. Then she scanned a few nearby places in desperatation for some relaxation . Ohh I forgot to add that She was going to Yeshwanthpur as I heard while she was talking to the TI. This time I had to do something. To hell with my Ego. I said her "aap yahn baith sakti hain ... , mera station aagaya " and went away to the opposite side of the boggie. I over heard a "Thanx". Now I was screwed up. I had to stand for another whole hour witha machliwali. Finally The train arrived at Kgp and I went out .. breathed heavily. I was about to go out of the station my mother called me. I stood there and talked to my mother for some 5-6 mins. ... bought a pepsi and started to drink. In the mean time I actually heard a "THANKS A LOT" ... turned around to see that it was the same gal with her warm and Gay voice. I suppose She realised my sacrifice. Actually while I was standing there the train started moving slowly and the gal could see me from inside.

I was going to Bangalore from Hyderabad on my summer training in a Hitler's Concentration Camp ...err. over crowded boggie in Kacheguda Express.

2) The beggar gal and her sister

A thin trim trim sound woke me up. I felt sweat all around myself. There were still 6 guys on my reserved berth. Anyways I deviated towards the sound. I saw a little gal around 7 years of age with some instruments like a flute in her mouth was playing some unknown tunes and was walking as slowly as possible. Infront of her was her little sister I suppose (as they looked alike) was painted all over her face with some blue coloured powder sort of thing. She was one of the cutest gal I have ever seen. She held a plate on which there were 2 50 paisa coins and a 1 rupee coin. But the most interesting thing was they were not begging. They were just as casual as other tress passers. But there pace was too slow. I wondered how could they enter such a crowded place - Size does matters. Anyways I should not but anyway felt pity for them. Immidiately I tried to give them some money. But for an instance I thought I am encouraging them to Beg. I was in a fix. To Help or Not to help. I didnt what to do. But they were passing by and I had to do something. I couldnt decide anything. Only thing I wanted was to see them for another 10 mins. I pulled out a Britannia Biscuit Pack from my bag and Handed over to the liitle gal. She immediately sat down and tried to open the pack. He elder sister accompanied her. Then a man standing there pushed them towards me in utter hate for them - I suppose he was a educated like me and wanted everything clean. Anyways I felt glad that they didnt react to that and were continuing there fight to open that Pack. That was one of the world's most beautiful thing I saw. Anyways they couldnt succeed. The little cute gal looked at me for help and handed me the biscuit pack. OKK ... I will do that- I said and took that pack back. But what i saw was the both were leaving. I told them to stop and showed them some Biscuits to eat. They started smiling. My heart melted. They peacefully sat down and ate the biscuits - the little one played more than eating it. The the elder sister told me that , " Humko laga babuji , aap majak kar rahe hain uske aandar kuchh nahin." Well it was spoken in some Bengali accent. I got that. But WHY ... Why did she think like that ? That still confuses me. I just looked at them and couldnt do anything than giving some biscuits. I dont know to whom I should scold. But I wanna scold.

3) The Whore...


Well I dont know if she was a whore or not but she seemed so from her looks and her talks. By the way I dont think Whore means some socially degradeble material. Well, I was in the same train. She had a beautiful figure - I would rate her 9/10- except for her clothes. She was Dark, tall around 5.5 inches, wore some sort of wrappings - I dont know what is thatdress called - most probably some torn clothes completely wrapped on her gorgeous body. She was selling some Hand Made Fans and termed it something called "hawai". Anyways I would say She herself was hawa hawai ... Just after 2 seconds I was killed by her eyes. Ohh God. I was loosing all my senses. But when the King of Devatas- the controller of senses (I am not an atheist , By the way) can lose his senses why cant I. It was no doubt that her curves did attract me. Hey I forgot mention about the Bihaari people in my berths who were going to Howrah for some railway interviews. They were eating all kinds of zardas, pans and were spitting where ever possible. I was the only one in that 4 AC berts who had a reservation and who slept peacefully there. The Bihari were good guys I suppose. They did crack jokes a lot and were of our frequency in some respects. They started commenting that gal - The Whore. Those comments were not insulting - were just appreciations. She listened a lot but didnt react only told some thing in some unrecognizable language. But the comments became harsh and insulting. The gal turned around - I was again killed- and spoke, " wahi karun kaa main. tum log to wahi chahta hai, kaam kar rahi hun ekk mahine se aaur kisiko shaanti nahin, banun kaa ran** firse, tabhi to lut te the , aab kaa kiya humne" - flanged her so called chunari towads them. A pin Drop Silence - She went away. I was thoughtless for some minutes. I felt guilt.


4)Stationwali .....

At some unknown station the train stopped for a minute. I as usual searched for women and found one. She was around 17-18 years old as I suppose. She was from a lower class society. Anyways I don’t see status :D. She was pretty looking and was fair. There was standing 2-3 years old kid - most probably her bro or sis. Anyways I watched her for some 30 seconds. The train started and now I could see her more clearly. There was a RED BINDI on her fore head and SINDHOOR on her upper head. I couldn’t decide between what I thought and what I saw.

5)Jeanswalis.....

It is quite unusual for me to accept that Gals can Look at me. I know how gorgeous I am. Anyways I saw a few beautiful gals at Nashik - Called them Jeans walis. Actually I just ejoy beauties and usually I dont care if they fail to notice me (Kinda habituated to that). But this time they were noticing me. I thought they are watching somebody else. It took me 4- 5 Mins to get out of the train in that crowd. I heard some shssshshhshs and didnt try to break that code. I bought a Pepsi bottle and started drinking that backing those jeans walis. But this time I could clearly notice that they were noticing me. I thought as usual my pants have gone down to reveal my innerwear - checked for that occurancy - no it was not. Then what- I began feeling great as if I am a handsome guy and they are checking me Out. I posed at different positions . Now I heard some clear Shshshshsshshhhhsss .... tried to break that .. some thing like Delhi was decoded ... but how do they know I have came from Delhi ..... What the F*** . They were checking out that T-Shirt not me. I was shattered completely but regained my composure. They threw some looks on me - I suppose - Look heres an IITian and not that here is a cool guy. The T shirt is that I got from IITD.

6)Papa Papa - I am Sexy ...

I dont know what I should term those kinds of gals. I saw her at Secunderabad station. She was being accompanied by her father or some elder person. She and her father were looking for smething or somebody or were waiting for some trains. I couldnt guess what they were doing. My habit is to look continuosly look at beauties without caring for there approval - atleast I will get more looks than anybody else - in whatever sense - doesnt matter. This time I didnt care for her father and her father easily made it out that I am staring at her daughter - She too realised that her father has realised that I was looking at her. She turned her face away and I mine for a second to Smile. The next second I took my bloody idiots face out. Her father was talking to some TI or whoever I dont care. I looked at that gal continuosly. She did looked at me to .....

1)What an a$$h013 is looking at me
2)Hmm .. I am gorgeous ... I have a good figure
3)Baal to thik hai naa .. thoda haath phair liya
4)Abbey aaur mat dekh mujhe ...
5) I dont care anymore ....
6)Abbey Rehne de naa bahut dekh raha hai ...
7)Kuchh ulta Pulta to nahin dikh raha hai Ussey ...checking her dresses ...
8) (Me starting to Smile) Yeh bandar kyun dekh raha hai mujhe - Turned her face away ...
9)( Me turned away for a moment to Relax from that posture and to search other beauties ...) -- --- Aarrey Kya hua iss bandar ko mujhe nahin dekh raha hai ... achha hua paar kya hua ..... ((suddenly turned my face in a flash to her*)) .. arrey baapre dekhliya mujhe .. shiit I shouldnt have looked at him ... anyways ...koi load nahin ...
10)Next Look at Me .... (as I already planned ... burst to laugh) .... laughed ..... she felt awkward ... did some rotations along with some translations ... hid her face from me .... I made an optimistic supposal ... I supposed she did laugh behind my eyes ....
I enjoyed that ,,,, seriously .... IDEAL MIND IS DEVIL'S WOKSHOP .... and 2 IDLE minds of Opposite Sexes .. can only SUK .....Heee heeee ...

After these train Journeys, I fell in Love with Human Beings ....