the destined day...

It was written too... Since morning things didn't at all work well for me. When I counted I saw I’d received 51 calls that day, I guess it’s a record in itself. The day gradually shaped into an unforgettable one, the irony being that I cease to remember what all I went through. Only the ones who are close to me would empathise with me. I’m indebted to them. They would identify themselves when they read this and grin, I’m sure.

Of that day, my only achievement was when the teacher saw me staring at her (her unusual chin precisely) and smiling. The teacher and I didn't get along well that day. This is what I learnt attending the lecture in a jam packed class.

I admire the free bird,

and i'm not one among the herd.

Great I am not, to forever concentrate,

Pray don’t pick me then, as a bait.

It’s not my condition,

To be forced education.

Knowledge; I consider it to be,

From barriers it gets me free.

It’s not my nature to mug not learn,

Not many a packets it would burn.

It’s a damned way to be told,

How answers in tests are sold.

Rather, if there are riddles we find,

Have a chance to develop our mind.

For how long would we seek excuses,

To defend opportunities one loses.

Wouldn’t you allow a voice raised,

Couldn’t we be a little more spaced,

Just a little more spaced.

Jai Ho!

Rehman with wife Saira.

My brother (Abhishek Joshi) who's always ahead of times (a blogging Delphi), advised me not to post too often but once a week, so as to give enough time to all the readers, near and far. The irony is that 20 days down the line, i haven't been able to come across a topic substantial enough to be written about.

My mind is scanning whatever notable it had observed. i had completed a book called Disgrace by J M Coetzee. It was my second booker winner in the past 1 month. It was a good read and that's it. Having read The White Tiger and the book above, i think i know what the booker prize jury looks for. While Disgrace brings the dark scenario of South Africa into light; Adiga's Bangalorian protaganist happens to be from the Darkness too. An apt and delicate mix of facts and fiction is what gets you the booker. That would be using the medium of literature to raise and show issues where many others (the television mainly) have failed. That would be i guess the purpose why books/ literature were written in the first place. To inform and awake.

Someting similar is done by Slumdog Millionaire. In fact it was time a film came out with the Bombay Slums as its theme. Despite the picture of India which it has shown to the world, everybody is rejoicing and applauding. I rejoice too. However, I wonder why did they criticise at Ray the time of Pather Panchali. Are the parameters of sentiments any different now?

I have a gloomy mood today,
The humor's nagging from far away.
My writing reflects my seriousness,
Jai ho! the winners, May God Bless.