The futility of certain things

            How many times have we thought about the futility of certain things? Like spending an entire day over an assignment or worrying over an incident that probably won’t bother you one year down the line. Is it really worth the time and effort we spend on it?

            I have nothing against the toiling community. In fact, I quite respect them, for they have an ability I probably do not have (or at least not the one I want to live by). However, with all due respect, I feel there are larger things to live for.

            When was the last time you actually sat under the sun, perfectly nonchalantly, doing absolutely nothing but lazing like a pig? When was the last time you took a shivering walk down that isolated road round the corner on a cold, winter night, the last time you sat and thought about all the good things and not worry about what lay ahead? Life is not just about planning ahead, or worrying about a few vital elements of your life. Live, primarily, is about living. Living each day as it comes, each moment. Do we not spoil the magic and essence of the present by worrying too much about the future? I agree it is unavoidable and probably prudent too but too much of seriousness kills the simplicity which is the charm of the thing called life.

            Fall in love, most importantly, with yourself. Find someone to talk to before you sleep every night. Find time to enjoy a cup of coffee over a cold December twilight. Read a book on a Sunday rather than being online. Switch off yourself from the world and enjoy a holiday every once in a while. Studies and career are very vital indeed but it is far more important to be at peace with oneself. What is the point of earning a million per year if you cannot sleep peacefully every night? It is far more important to be sincere than serious, to be innovative than perfect. Great things happen when you least expect them to.

            Life is beautiful because of all the simplistic yet charming aspects of it. Learn to enjoy the trivialities as much as the big things. It makes a big difference to the person we are, to the level of contentment in our lives. 

A Time for Revival

                  The monsoons are here, bringing in the rains and a time to indulge in some revelry. We shall go out on bikes with friends, get soaked in the rain, enjoy a hot cuppa of tea and snacks like’ kaanda bhajji’. A time for merry-making indeed! During this time, we love going to places like Khadakwasla to enjoy the rains. A few years back, we used to go to Pashan Lake as well. Today, that is hardly a case.
Pashan lake is a manmade lake, built by bunding a small rivulet. The rivulet originates from Bavdhan and flows via Pashan, Sutarwadi, Baner to Someshwarwadi before flowing into the main Mula river.  The lake served as a source of water to old Pashan village, for growing crops all the year round and to nearby Governor's house. The lake and its surrounding area used to attract many migratory birds and had been a popular spot for bird-watchers over the years.
In recent years, deforestation on nearby hills has caused heavy silt formation resulting in decrease in the depth of the lake.  Ipomoea weed is also cited as a major cause of lake's deterioration as it prohibits the growth of other plants. The washing of trucks in the area contributed further to the pollution, by adding oil and petrol to the sewage. The water quality deteriorated fast as the quantity of sewage water and other effluents mixing in the water kept rising. PMC worked towards improving the filtration plant but water quality remained poor. In 1998, Pune Municipal Corporation discontinued providing drinking water from the lake.
Owing to ever so increasing level of pollution, the number of migratory birds dropped from 32 to merely 3 over a period of just ten years. The lake also suffered owing to the ignorance and apathy of the citizens, who would see and lament the condition but would not do anything concrete for its resurrection. We, in fact, contributed our share towards polluting this lake, by dumping in our garbage. Sad indeed!
However, it isn’t too late yet. A couple of years back, the Pune Municipal Corporation has undertaken a project to revive the lake, in order to be able to supply drinking water from it again. Various organizations and volunteer groups have been carrying out awareness and eco-drives to encourage more and more people to come to its rescue. Dumping of garbage and cleaning of trucks has been banned. Some of us belong to the corporate world, some have the necessary influence and reach within the concerned authorities, some have the moolah whilst other have the zeal. Together, we need to combine all these resources, combine and synergize it into a single, functional force and revive this lake. Increase the awareness, be the one to take the initiative and do not just pass on the baton. Together, we can and we will make a difference.
                 Save Pashan Lake, Save Environment, Save Earth!

That unputdownable moment!

            How often do we manage to bring ourselves to applaud someone’s success whole-heartedly and sans any malice? How frequently do we come across people who appreciate others’ achievements without any envy? The odds are very low, if not negligible and when you do come across such a situation, believe me, you have reasons to celebrate.

            I believe someone who receives such adulation is a blessed person, for he is loved in the purest of all forms. Envy, I believe is the worst of all cardinal sins, for it reflects the shallow you and yet, I find myself privy to this emotion very frequently. Lamenting the lack of something which the other person has and wishing you would rather be the one who had it, comes very naturally and easily to most of us. It is not totally our fault but that of our endless insecurities and so we end up taking the easier of the two routes.

            It is easier to hate than love, easier to loathe than appreciate. You can count yourself lucky if you have that one person in your life whom you can wish all the delights sans any hidden agendas, whom you can love without any reasons, whom you can appreciate without needing a motivation and whose success and achievements would matter to you more than your own. The realization of this feeling, the dawning of this delight is the purest and the most ecstatic of all forms of happiness, as pure as a child’s laughter and as unadulterated as the first rain drops.

            A few days back, my dear friend, your success brought me this delight and allowed the lesser mortal in me to experience this unputdownable joy and be immortalized for that one moment of time. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart and cheers to you!

Anguish of an ardent fan

Make no mistake, I am an ardent Mani Ratnam fan. And I am not even a critic. But the fact that one of the most intelligent film-makers made this movie, or shall I say, sheer torture, saddens me to no ends. For someone who has made Bombay, Roja, Mouna Raagam, Nayakan, Kannathil Muthamittal and numerous other cult movies, Raavan comes, perhaps as an indicator that Mr. Ratnam's directorial career is heading towards an unceremonius,fag end. How can someone who made Naayakan, give us Raavan? Raavan, is neither a love-hate story nor a movie depicting the reason why naxalites are what they are. Some may call it a delapitated version of modern Ramayana. I will call it as Mr. Ratnam's biggest mistake. I have a serious advice for him, please watch all the movies you had directed till now and then go about your next movie, for you shall know, better than any of your viewers, that your ardent and most loyal fans like me, did not deserve this.
I shall not delve into the storyline per say but there are a few aspects that everyone reading this should know. For those who have seen Rajnikant's hit Tamil movie 'Chandramukhi', Abhishek Bachhan seems to have watched countless re-runs of the dog scene of its hit song 'Ra Ra'..(the tamil version of Bhul Bhulaiya's Mere Dholna, nothing as exquisite as the Vidya Balan song)..his acting is not even a topic worth discussing and I don't believe myself when I write that Abhishek's acting isn't the worst part about this movie. There is no storyline. I had read somewhere ages back that Mr. Ratnam had shot four climax scenes for this movie because he was unable to decide which one to go with. Perhaps till the end, he did not know which storyline to go by. One minute you are shown a gross-looking Govinda as a caricature of Hanuman and the other minute you are made to believe that the naxalites are like that because of the atrocities of the police. This ever so topsy-turvy storyline(if you may call it that) is too much for someone who had expected another classic like Kannathil Muthamittal(albeit with subtitles) from this genius. Mani Sir, I still revere you, and come what may, I will still watch all your movies despite you holding on to the plastic-demon couple but giving us Raavan and expecting the same adulation as Naayakan and Roja fetched you, is like asking us to support Pakistan in an India-Pakistan cricket match. 
Perhaps the genius did realise that this venture shall not be well received and won't create the same magic as his previous blockbusters. For those who heard and saw it, recently there were rumours of Mrs. Plastic Bachhan and Mr. Stone Bachhan expecting their first kid. That might have been a ploy to create some much-needed publicity for this movie. Nevertheless, even if trade pundits go on to declare that Raavan is the biggest hit of all times, everyone who has watched this movie and everyone who is reading this and will still watch the movie, will know it within his heart, that it is difficult to choose the better movie out of the two, Kites and Raavan. 
I will not stop you from watching this movie but do watch that show which costs you the least. Perhaps then, you shall not face the anguish which I am facing right now.

Symbiotically, apathetically Sproutified!!!

This post is dedicated to all the students who fell a prey to the contaminated sprouts. May God never suject you to such an excruciating experience ever.

Disclaimer-All views in this post are based on real-life incidents, yet merely reflect the opinion of the writer. Any facts or figure presented in the write-up are open to debate and discussion and shall in no way be binding on the writer.


The unfortunate set of students must never have fathomed that eating healthy will lead them to probably the most horrible and excruciating experience of their lives. I am talking about the recent food poisoning (read: sprout poisoning) case in a very reputed educational institute and the mere reminder of it disgusts me to no end.

About 200 people who had sprouts that fateful tuesday for lunch would never have imagined what was in store for them. People started showing symptoms of acute food poisoning around midnight and were soon being whisked away to the nearest hospital. As the numbers grew and people began to be sent to six different hospitals, different theories crept about the cause of this pandemic which was soon identified to be sprouts. It did not require rocket science to determine that contaminated mess food was the culprit and soon media and police cordoned off the campus.

It was difficult to find out who was admitted where; such was the pandemonium at campus. I wish the campus administration had acted more promptly and had done something to restore the normality at campus. Baring a faculty or two, in my four and a half day stay at Aditya Birla, I saw nobody visiting the ailing patients from the management side. You add irresponsible, provocating and absolutely infuriating comments like “The students had partied outside and so they might have got infected due to eating contaminated food there” to that and it is enough to boil anyone’s blood. Five days have passed since that fateful lunch and yet no concrete action has come to the notice. The authorities continue to be apathetic. A day after people began to be hospitalized; students were served bread that was infected with fungus. The indifference of the management hardly surprises anymore for what is the cost of human lives in front of a million dollar contract. In a land where people sell their kin for a mere hundred rupees and where murder comes cheaper than a brand new pair of Levi’s jeans, this is hardly a thought provoking concept anymore.

So what do we do now? Surely, none of us still believe in the system, do we? I expect each one of you reading this to rise up to the occasion. It is time when we stop being mules and led by a stick, it is time to speak out and stop being indifferent to what is happening to us and to those around us. It is time to voice our concerns for ourselves, to get things done rather than sitting and expecting them to happen on their own. For those who have no clue how and what to do, just remember that together each one of us can make a lot of difference. You might not know what to contribute and how to but if and when somebody takes an initiative, be a part of it. It is not a question of the safety and well-being of a few students; it is a fight for everyone. Think over it and do what needs to be done for your well-being is solely your responsibility.

Dilemma of a 3 pointer

What I intend to talk about in this post might throw some of you out of your comfortable cushions so I would like to begin this post with a disclaimer.


“All characters in this post are neither fictional nor based on anyone’s figment of imagination. The author intends to harm nobody’s feelings, only intends to bring out a few relevant points to the notice of all and sundry. Any resemblance to the characters and plot in this post is an event that has taken place somewhere in the past and is not co-incidental.”

When our generation was younger, our parents faced tremendous societal pressure in terms of what their kids were going to do in their lives. If your son did not get through IIT entrance, the entire clan was looked down upon. If your daughter was not a medical student, she had wasted her life. Despite such a hostile environment, some lesser mortals like yours truly dared to dream different, carve out a different career path for themselves, not just because they were rebellious and against any set pattern in and around them but probably also because they were aware of their abilities and inabilities, their limitations and most significantly, their aspirations. Sometimes, even I cannot help but rue the destiny of millions of those who faced the brunt of such pressure day in, day out without so much of a whimper.

Nonetheless, treading the path destiny had in store for them, each one of us has reached to my favorite stage in the world, my college. God! Do I love my college or not, for where else will you find a more realistic, yet absolutely theatrical atmosphere than this, where else will you come across actors as veteran and as versatile as here and for where else will you face plots thicker than that of Sherlock Holmes’ novels and spicier than all the soap operas you might have watched in your lifetime. The stage is a connoisseur’s delight.

I have already cribbed about the CGPA system, and even when I am not at the receiving end, I cannot help noticing its flaws and the excruciating treatment it metes out to some of my fellow-men. If success were proportional to the amount of hard work you put in, earth would be heaven and people would be saints. Sadly, that is not the case and so many poor souls bear the brunt who are arguably much, more hard-working but just a tad unluckier. My heart goes out to them.

However, I do find the reactions of people quite amusing. Undoubtedly, if you do not get accolades for your efforts, you are bound to be disheartened but to limit your horizon to marks alone is probably the biggest injustice you can do to yourself. Marks in CGPA system are like Justin Timberlake’s famous song- ‘what goes around comes right back’. I know a score of people who are more talented than any I have ever come across and yet they do not get their due in terms of grades but people always hold such men in high regards. Even without getting philosophical, one can easily deduce that to be admired among your fellow-men is surely a coveted feeling if not enviable.

The education system is out there to ruin you. It will turn you into a poacher if you are not careful. Getting good grades is very important but is it worth losing your peace, your friends and your sleep over? A 2.9 is hardly that different from a 3.1 GPA. In the end, you might be a tad better off in terms of marks but you will lose out on a lot of good things in life, a bargain I do not consider worth even giving a thought to.

It is very important to have fun in your life, to go out with friends, to do things like getting drunk before a term paper and to watch out movies back to back before your exams. This is our time, if not now then when? Be sincere in life, not serious. You only get one life and what a waste it would be, if not lived fully!

Moral ReArmament Camp

Strange as it may sound, I dedicate this piece to the sun, the clouds, the trees, the hills and foremost to the sunshine in my life.


Moral Rearmament Camp. Sounds as far from me as a star would be from the earth. Honestly, given a choice, I would have never gone for such a camp. I am not much of a believer of switching off from the world in order to go on a journey of self-exploration. For me, self-actualization comes in any form, in any way, anytime you are ready for it. The minute I am making a deliberate attempt to shut down my brains from a particular thing, I can be assured that I shall not be successful in my endeavor. However, my college authorities never agreed with my intellectual insights and so I set for Panchgani on a cold, Saturday morning, thoroughly deprived off sleep and cribbing about it at length.

Panchgani is located at roughly four and a half thousand metres above the sea level in the rain shadow area of the Krishna valley. Without any exaggeration, the valley is amongst the most beautiful places I have ever set my eyes upon, second only to Patratu valley of Jharkhand. It is quiet, serene, laidback and despite being used to a much faster and hectic lifestyle, I could not but appreciate what it stood for.

The place is quiet, almost eerie in night. You will find just a few buildings in more than 60 acres of space in the Asia Plateau and big jungles elsewhere. Small pathways meander through different landscapes, some on plains while other over heights and all of them are enriched with various species of flora and fauna. When it comes down to it, it gets very dangerous and I still cannot forget the sight of that baby snake I spotted on the first afternoon of my four-day trip. The icing on the cake, however, is the sight of the table-land guarding the Asia Plateau. It is the second largest table-land in Asia and the sight up there is one to behold.

Coming back to the purpose of the trip, which by the way was not merely sight-seeing, we had various sessions on moral-building, teamwork, effective leadership etc. but there are two I specially want to mention, ones that actually touched my soul. The first one was a session taken by Mr. Deepak Mullick, a successful corporate by all means. His story, one where he overcame medical and moral obstacles of his life, is one that effortlessly inspires you. It is not possible to pen down every bit of his one hour long session but I would like to share a lyrical piece with you all that was written to Mr. Mullick by a Baramati farmer friend of his when he was almost down and out. It goes as follows:

Look beyond


Until you feel better


Be patient and wait


For patience is truly


A wonderful trait


For most of life’s battles


Are won beyond the field


Fight it out, don’t turn away


Problems are fickle, you will find a way


When the sun comes out


And the clouds float away

Simple, beautiful lines which say a lot even when they apparently say nothing at all. The second session was even better, one on human relationships. In our race towards the oasis of success and achievement, we forget that our life is enriched by the people who are a part of us and not by the amount of wealth we accumulate or the fan following we manage to acquire. Our relationships take a backseat giving a way to our ambitions. Sadly, by the time we realize where we went wrong, it is too late to go back. I am not going to be philosophical but in all sincerity, I would urge each one of you to get a hold of your personal life before it is too late. It is never too late to do the right thing.

I learnt a valuable lesson, one which I should have learnt ages back. For me, the USP of the camp was the session on human relationships and with it, the purpose of the camp was justified. I stood corrected at the end of the camp; it was not futile after all! I only wish I had realized it back then what I did after this camp.