why?and for what?

The other day,while I was surfing channels , I came across this music channel which had
a kind of reality show for children,songs and the prize being offered was fantastic…cash and ofcoz instant stardom….
What shocked me was that these children were all under 14 years and were accompanied by the parents…..and the earnestness of it all was heartbreaking….and the kids who were eliminated …it was gut wrenching to see them sobbing their hearts out and even the mom and dads crying…what the hell was it all about?
Parents trying to fulfill their own dreams thru their children?
Why?
Isnt it cruel to put little kids thru all the trauma of this very hyped up competition?
Kids are supposed to be enjoying all this but not even in one kids face did I see fun and laughter.They were scared of failing their parents,their school,their neighbourhood and their small towns…..most of them were from small mofussil towns of India.
What have we come to? The lure of big bucks and instant stardom is so great a temptation that parents are putting their kids on line.
Or maybe it’s the moms and dads who want to get out of their middleclass homes and their children are their passports and these kind of competitions their visa to a better life in bigger cities...
I wish that whatever the competition there should be a fun element in it all and these little kids enjoy it…not cry and look tense and we don’t have to see parents with eyes shut and hands folded in prayer at the time of judgments !!

difficulties of the netting kind

As i was getting used to writing blogs and reading blogs this black blank page started to hit me between the eyes....what the hell was i doing wrong ? so here am i finally onto the dashboard after much juggling around ,many telephone calls to my friends and my daughters ,all of whom said the same thing...it is working fine on our computers..whatz wrong with yourz ?
i still havent been able to see my own blogpage but i had to write and tell you about it...and if you are getting to read this than ,by jove, you are lucky...coz i am definitly not !
But i guess, these little hitches are bound to come in the way of my blogging coz i am new to the game...but i am an enthu cutlet and will master this jargon and all the blips fast...see, i told you i was quick to learn !

Fairy Tale...Fairly Told

A young girl married to a man she loves….fairy tales usually ended like that and one happily supposed that it would be roses and roses all the way….but now it begind with…A young girl married to a man whom she wanted to get married to without any parental oppositions or any villain in the whole story….but wait ! the story starts now.Married and away in a big city with no support system…only a mobile phone to keep in touch and learn how to make a dal and roti….run a house and specially make sure its all clean and orderly, the clothes are ironed, the groceries are fresh and the sugar and salt are right .Lonely days follow and many a time lonely nights coz the husband is working late….which is usually the case in mnc’s…and she looks around for things to do…so she takes up working from home and all the while she is on the laptop she escapes to a world different. Then job offers come along and she has these millions of fantastic ideas swirling in her head…but who is going to hear her. and then the gods smile on her and she gets a call for something she has been really wanting to do…but the timing is wrong. She id just going to get possession of her new house and they want her to be away on location for four months…now what ?A real dilemma. But no one can help her with this…she has to be solely responsible for the decision she is going to take.On one side is an opportunity which might never come again…and on the otherside is a commitment to the man she loves and promised to always be there for him. Why does it have to be this way , she is probably asking herself a thousand times a day. She tosses and turns at night as the day of reckoning comes nearer…..what should she do?This scenario is happening to most of the educated girls of today…they have good jobs or their own work for which they have worked hard and to give it all up is gut wrenching….and for what most of them ask themselves?....just to pamper the males ego ? and just becoz they have got married ? But then again…sometimes it is better to let things slip through your fingers….human relations are fragile and if you do have true love it is important to hold on to it and nurture it. The glitter of gold is just glitter….and diomands on fingers are just stones….its the love the understanding the sacrifices which bond a couple and make them one.In her grey hair years ,she will probably look back on this decision and see that it was the turning point either way.So the story goes on…..it never ends, you see ….chapters keep being added and new emotions surface, new relations come into play ,new desires take hold of the soul….nothing eveer ends happily ever after….only fairy tales

Ah! To be 50....

I am going to be fifty, but I still feel like a twenty-year-old…okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration… how about 35? I am learning things about mobiles, computers, I-pods and am even learning how to savvy speak. I would love to dress savvy but the flesh is way too much though the spirit is willing! Like generations before me, I like to think that I led a simpler life, the air was pure, the fruit sweeter, the grass greener, and relationships were forever. But in fact it was never so…. truly speaking, we were caught between two worlds. There was existentialism to discuss, the anti nuke and anti establishment stuff was dynamite as was communalism. The hippie movement was exactly what we were looking for and what our parents weren’t. There was Ravi Shankar and Bob Dylan to go with pot and patched jeans and gogo glasses. Groovy was a real word that meant everything and nothing. ….and guru was a real ‘hep’ word and if you dressed right you were modBut there was another world of arranged marriages and babies and proper housewife things waiting to happen to all of us,while we were having our stars and stripes dream…the ultimate getaway was U.S.A. and the most coveted thing was an I – 20 form from some university back there.And the two worlds collided.Arguments, tears, emotional blackmailing and the torn patched levis and gogo glasses went out of the window along with the stars and stripes dream to be replaced by 6 yards of silk, bangles, and sindoor…and a suited booted husband who was as confused coz he was probably dreaming of a Blonde-blue-eyed-chick as his ticket to freedom.Okay…let’s get back to the present.The Gen ex is discussing reservations, Afghanistan, terrorism in Barista coffee shops or over bottles or should I say cans of beer. The jeans are down to their navels while the shirts and tops are way above the navels and parents want their kids to go abroad. and yes they still identify with Dylan and Lennon singing imagine…and ‘cool’ is an all encompassing word as is chill. And there are no arguments and tears and emotional blackmailing…the kids get married and continue working and partying like before …That’s what I like…see, there is not much change actually.Ah! To be young and happening…who said I am not young huh ?

Gimme Summer!

Summers and an Indian summer at that…its energy sapping,its nerve wrecking and the sunshine is blinding. The whole country turns into one big soup cauldron …hot and moist! People are mopping their brows, there is road rage and the only drawing room discussions are power cuts and how long will this heat last. Hordes descend and take over the hill stations shattering the peace and quiet with loud music on their car stereos and even larger wallets in their back pockets ..the well heeled take their high heels to London, Wimbeldon and the Alps and the medium heeled make a dash for Singapore and Malaysia shopping sprees…..while the no heeled sit back in the heat and……Enjoy the juicy musk melons and red watermelonsMangoes of all shapes and sizes and taste…from the tangy to the oh so sweetSleeping in the open with a crisp white sheet under you and a starlit sky aboveAnd the smell of raat ki rani and bela and jasmine just there but youcant pinpoint whereStrains of some old forgotten hindi song wafting in the air from some far away neighbours transistor. Crisp white starched kurta pajamas. Cool foods like pana and jawar and lauki and torai and cucumberAnd long white stalks of rajnigandha stolen from someones backyard and hurriedly put in a stainless steel glass.Many a summer romance has blossomed inspite of the heat….there is madness in the mind and soul and to add to it all the intoxicating scents of summer flowers…..a heady combination indeed !Getting up before the sun comes up to the sounds of birds waking upAnd feeling fresh as a daisyLong lazy afternoons in a room darkened and the fan whirring along with giggles and stories being exchangedDrinking glasses of home made bel ka sherbet ot faalsey ka sharbatTrying to steal a piece of the delicious pickled mango curing in the sunAnd finally the evening comes and with it a cool summer breeze and its back to watering the courtyard or terrace Laying out the cots and sheetsAnd waiting for the stars to comeAh!the romance of summer……now why do people want to sleep in closed rooms with the aircon on ? what a waste of summer. We as a nation have forgotten to enjoy the good things of the hot season….give me summer in the open anyday !