tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241269552024-02-18T19:05:26.304-08:00Matrimonial Guru!Sparsh- Experience the Magic of WordsRajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.comBlogger224125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-17824153004419505592015-11-06T07:01:00.001-08:002015-11-06T07:01:14.387-08:00And We Move On!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Does a broken relationship mean The END? Nope. No way. Life goes on and on and on and on…Maybe a little faster, now that I have so much time for myself. The weekends are so jam packed with activities; every Monday morning I wonder where the last two days went!<br /><br />But in the middle of all the hustle bustle, laughing, giggling, shopping, partying, I stop for a few seconds and think of the past….<br />
<br />Speaking to her friend I say “us” like I’m still a part of the gang. Seeing something that’s similar to the one she’s viewed with me sends a jolt of realization down my spine that I’m not her companion any more. When I go to a restaurant, and am deciding what to eat, the menu very rudely reminds me of the stuff she hates eating… list too!<br />
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<br />I miss hearing her groggy voice when she used to call to wake him up in the morning. I miss the chocolates she used to get me sometimes. I miss lazing around with her. Deleting her pictures from my phone can’t erase her memories from my mind…I just wonder if she feels the same way for me. Does she miss the way I smell? Does she miss my whining? Does she miss my touch?<br /><br />Does she miss our Cricket matches? Does she miss the way I used to crinkle my nose at the mention of her “friend”? Does she miss the way I keep blabbering? But does it even matter now? Maybe it does. And that’s why I’m writing about it!<br /><br />Fine, we didn’t work out. I’m not gonna talk to her again. Not in a million years. Not even when she sends me a message to say she’s in some trouble. Am I being hard hearted? No I’m not. After whatever happened it’s only logical that I maintain a stony silence. That’s the way it’s supposed to be. I’m not a saint .<br /><br />I can’t behave like one either; forgive/forget and speak to her is not possible any more. If in a relationship one person doesn’t respect the other, calling her/his only in the hour of need then the whole thing stinks- not of friendship, not of lust, but a rotten kind of love. What do you do when a person does not understand a joke? when a person does not even bother a second to break years of relationship? There’s love here. No denying that. But it’s gone bad. And what do you do with something rotten? Throw it away…</div>
Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-82320456842218481052015-09-26T07:17:00.000-07:002015-09-26T07:35:42.593-07:00Lights, Camera, and Action! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I would love to, but I do not have time to write. Blame it on work or girlfriend or life as such. I simple cannot take time out for writing. Ironically, writing is one of the disciplines that brings money to my table. I should write, maybe scribble a bit but do it with a sense of regularity, with a purpose, and with a smile. So here I aim trying to write. But what can I write on?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">At a glance, I see that my wardboard shelf throws a list of DVDs that I managed to procure from different parts of the world. I am a movie buff unashamedly. I watch movies as random people do random things. I was not born in an arts and literature family , and so it is surprising that I managed to pick up this habit. The closest relation to movies were my eldest and arguably the most talented brother plays in colleges and another elder brother listening to songs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I have DVD collections close to 100. Most of these are in English with an occasional Bengali and Hindi movie to throw.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I am surprised that I have not seen any of these movies for a long time. You have <b>Satyajit Ray's Aparajita </b>somewhere coated in dust while Martin Scorsese's <b>Taxi Driver </b>finds buckle in another corner. It is Saturday and a strike in Karnataka has left the city and I paralyzed. There is no other choice for me but to pick up a cloth, and start the dusting. As I managed to do this one by one, I remember the thrill I had when I picked up the DVDs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Nostalgia creeps in as I remember the first time I came to Bangalore. One of the first dates that I could manage with a paltry allowance was watching <b>Pearl Harbor in Symphony, Brigades</b>. I was taken aback by the movie. What thrill! what joy watching a story unfolding in front of your eyes in a 36 mm cinemascope screen! I remember looking up to see those giant Dolby speakers more noticeable for the buzz created by the airplanes in the screen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My fantasy for movie's technicalities grew when I started watching Tarantino's movies. <b>Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction </b>have a major impact on a lot of avid movie watchers, and I cannot express in words how it impacted me. I watched every angle with possible interest, tried to decipher why a long camera shot was required and so on. Do I need to mention Tarantino's dialogues writing? he has won two Oscars for Best Script. My secret confession:I watched Pulp Fiction close to 50 times.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>Martin Scorsese</b> has given me such a delight of the gangster world. These are bad people, but people with some dignity, some respect and of course a lot of glam. His movies from <b>Mean Streets to Taxi Driver to Goodfellas to Departed</b> have shown the rise of Italian and Irish Mafias and his style of putting it up with delightful music is a bliss. Watching Scorcese movie is like living a dream!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ofcourse, <b>Francis Coppolla</b> needs a mention: I watched Godfather close to 30 times.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Hitchcock also left a positive impression on me. I marveled to watch <b>Birds, Pyscho and Murder</b> and could never understand the impression that was leaving it on my mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then the days of Bollywood movies taking a U turn appeared. New age directors appeared on the scene with scripts never told before. <b>Anurag Kashyap's Dev D and Black Friday</b> had a massive appeal to the art lovers. For the first time, you witnessed Bollywood trying to embrace new artifices. Do you remember the scene in <b>Black Friday</b> where KK conducts a police interrogation, and the entire room has a bloodish red twinge in it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">These days I do not get chance to something that regular. There is an HBO series called <b>Game of Throne</b>s. I downloaded, watched couple of the episodes, and it looks great. I had to pen something today, and maybe I can do it more often.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It is simply that I do not have time. I wish I had more. I wish I could make movies. Maybe someday. </span></div>
Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-24195691735800395672014-11-16T06:36:00.002-08:002014-11-16T06:44:20.628-08:00Believe it or not!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<li>We pick up a book written by a non-Indian writer more frequently than an Indian writer. </li>
<li>Watching Cricket is better than making out with your partner at times.</li>
<li>In a land where we worship Goddess Durga, every day a woman is subjected to sexual exploitation.</li>
<li>Chicken Tikka is not always the favorite food of NRIs.</li>
<li>Traveling by bus does not make you look cheap. Its safe and secure for an average commuter.</li>
<li>Bitching is good. It makes you feel superior.</li>
<li>Feeling sorry for oneself stops you from hanging on to the roof.</li>
<li>Filter coffee is too strong for a few of us.</li>
<li>Boys prefer female teachers than males even if they give homework.</li>
<li>The rate of students bunking colleges have gone down over the years. </li>
<li>Your first love is also your last one provided you know the one.</li>
<li>Badminton is the best thing that happened to Hyderabad.</li>
<li>Pongal Vada is the best thing that happened to Chennai.</li>
<li>Indians love sleeping.</li>
<li>Smartphones are a pain in the hand.</li>
<li>Mr. Govinda is a style icon.</li>
<li>Deepawali could have been better without sound pollution</li>
<li>Big Boss has a big mouth.</li>
<li>It's time for India to get a filmstar as prime minister.</li>
<li>The best act happens in Porno industry.</li>
<li>Teach boys to treat girls with respect at home. </li>
<li>God exists because Rajnikanth says so.</li>
<li>Arjun Kapoor was once a chubby fellow. How time flies!</li>
<li>Bangalore woke up one day to have flyovers.</li>
<li>We got Independence in 1947. Since then we have been sleeping.</li>
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Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-28874096323906353482014-07-22T08:42:00.001-07:002014-07-22T08:42:36.634-07:00School Diaries I<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Damn, you wish we could have more fun. I woke up and kept repeating these words out of blue, out of sudden awkwardness and out of happiness. Off late I have been getting nostalgic specially about my days in school. I need to knock out a few beers and see a shrink if that works. But we will leave it to another day. <br />
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I went to two schools. One where I did exceedingly well in studies and could have done more. The days were fun. I made couple of friends with whom I share a joke now and then. But there were couple of distinct incidents that stands out.<br />
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One that involved a friend who made his mission to bully me now and then. And it was one of his unfortunate days that after a minor scuffle he took a run. I know in those days, a boy weighing 45 kg would take it lining down but I did not. I do not know for what reasons but I threw a small stone. For reasons unknown that hit him right on his forehead and this time I panicked. I still remember this incident as if it happened yesterday. Anyway, what followed was a casual chat with my friend and everything was sorted out. But he never bullied me again. <br />
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The other incident was if I my memory serves correct was in standard V. I was clueless that you had to wear long pants from standard V. And here I was in shorts. I was embarrassed but the fact that my teacher threw my out of the class and made me stand out side of the classroom was rude to me. I am against certain things in our education system but what she did that day was a rude shocker to me. She could have at least given me some time to explain but NO!<br />
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And the final incident is to do with a Mathematics teacher. Almighty lord, how does corporal punishment help? This teacher took great pleasure of belting us with ruler. And though we did protest now and then we used to spit on our hands and then expect him to beat us with a ruler. That person left our school and we were all relieved.<br />
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Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-26629339698011914692014-02-14T01:30:00.001-08:002014-02-14T01:32:12.697-08:00Whole Lotta Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Man is mortal. For some reasons, we make it an understatement and quantify ourselves to seek everything that can make our stay in this world peaceful and loveable not to forget worldly. The concept of love that started right from the age of 10 (for me) never stopped till this day. I have not been able to understand what is so great about it that I can't stop having more and more. This is not to say that I do drugs or have been a follower of Osho but the concept of love amazed me.<br />
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Relationships last quite a bit for me; I tend to commit with folks and care for them every time. I nurture them, yield them sufficiently with love and respect but then it does not work out. Sometimes, too much of love is a crushing blow to everything that you aspire. <br />
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School was the first place where as a teenager I bonded harmony and peace with fellow friends. My first crush and love turned to be sleeping around my back. I still had that craziness to not understand. Things moved on and I stepped myself in the beloved arms of nature. I received bountiful of love but it is never enough for me.<br />
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<br />Sometimes, I wonder if people fall in love and then they wonder that would it work for them? well, for me it has been never a case because the people that I have met have always been caring and nice. I would not been changing my life a bit because you need love everyday, every hour. But I guess I need just a bit more.<br />
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Love is a religion destined for folks who love to commit themselves zealously and sink themselves. It is not for those who think they can get a shortcut out of it. You know people meet, make out and then they leave. Sometime these thoughts do get back to haunt you at a later stage of your life. But then there is really no shortcut. You have to invest time, dreams, aspirations, growth and most of all be there.<br />
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I wonder what makes people stick together and do they really do it because they care or is it to show the entire world that there is a concept of 'love'. I pray that there is because this world needs a lot of us making and harboring love. Times have changed but we are mortal. And if we stop to care for each other it would be so ruthless. The concept of love has never changed but we humans have and always changed the definition. Learn to give a bit more than you aspire. <br />
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Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-26181890911052696122013-11-09T08:06:00.002-08:002013-11-09T08:12:26.516-08:00That first sight of Sachin Tendulkar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don't exactly remember the year but it is possible that I was in standard 7 or 8. The Indian team was playing an exhibition match perhaps for the benefit of Sunil Valson, ex-Cricket player and a part of the triumph India World Cup Cricket team of 1983.<br />
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The Indian team stayed then at Hotel Sudakshina, a small-3 star hotel which did not have anything to offer now but was a great hit then. The match before day, I had visited there and had glimpses of South African players Fannie De Villers and Allan Donald. I was super excited and was longing to visit the ground to watch a player called Sachin Tendulkar.<br />
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It rained that morning and the match supposed to start at 9am started close to 10:30am. It was a 30-overs match. I had gone to the ground with my cousin who took every care that I was not lost amongst the crowd. It included that famous dialogue to the security guy, "I am over 18". Ridiculous, a blatant lie but it drew a few giggles.<br />
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After the initial few wickets had fell, in entered Sachin Tendulkar. I was sitting at the stands, concrete slabs with no roof above. It was hot and humid as you can understand after a shower. And I saw Sachin, a short, lean person with enough curly hairs that one could think of. I distinctly remember few of his shots and couple of sixes hit of Kapil Dev. What struck me was his batting. He played straight as straight you can hit.<br />
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The straight drive drove from his bat and dashed off to the boundary with the momentum of a young girl running towards her lover. It was a glimpse of poetry. I fell in love with the game right away. Sachin captured the imagination but the hallmark of his batting was that he took bowlers apart.<br />
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After the game got over, I have seen his matches on television. Then saw him playing at Eden Gardens, Kolkata and Chinnaswamy Bangalore. He has scored so much and driven the Indian team for ages. But it is time that he takes a well-deserving rest since he earned it. Sachin deserves it. I'll miss his game but most of all miss his straight drive. </div>
Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-33069742933969622942013-11-03T00:20:00.001-07:002013-11-03T00:20:32.426-07:00PUJO BARSHIK<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The things one could relate to Durga Pujo are manifolds but as a kid and teenager growing up in a remote town I had far too many. One of this has been the 'PUJO BARSHIK' (yearly Bengali magazines) that has stayed with many years now. I walked into Abahan store last month and purchased copies of Desh, Shuktara, Prasad and all. Over the years, the price of these magazines has not increased by much and I wonder why.<br />
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During my last trip to the city of joy, Kolkata I visited College Street. It is a popular street in Kolkata near Esplanade which has vendors of publishing and printed industries. Here ages ago, the great doyen of Bengali and Indian Cinema Satyajit Ray sat and enjoyed browsing through books of multiple orders while puffing a smoke now and then.<br />
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I went and inquired in one of the publication houses as to why the rates of these magazines have never gone up. The answer was that over the decades these magazines have an ardent followers with an age range from kids to elderly groups and they fear that a sudden spurge of rise in prices would decrement their fan following. That too but with the rise of printed papers they have made an increase in price from Rs.20 to 50.<br />
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I then asked that what do they think of fans from various parts of world an cities who cannot get a glimpse of the magazines unless they subscribe to it. In this day and age of internet an online publication would make a lot of sense. But they fear that this would mean additional cost to their publication houses and somehow they don't think they are ready to manage the entire vendor management online. I then realized that it makes sense economically as well from a client side.<br />
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Towards the amount shared with the authors I got to know that it is highly minimal than what one would receive from writing in English publications. Readers read it out of sheer enjoyment and authors write it for sheer love. A lot of them have been readers once and now they are repaying it by being authors.<br />
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It will be interesting to see how it fares in the longer run with the growth in technology but there has never been a substitute for quality and I think PUJO BARSHIK will sustain the fan following base in the years to come.</div>
Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-28641536036363034292013-10-20T09:26:00.001-07:002013-10-20T09:26:53.170-07:00College Street on a Sunday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sunday holds a special day in the life of Raj. It is the day when he thinks everything in the world has stopped and given him the full-fledged freedom to live at his will. It is also the day when the past 6 laborious days in a software company provides respite to his degenerated bones and a sterile rounded back. It is the day of sleep, it is the day of bracing to the warmth of a 'barher chai (tea served in a pot)' and taking a walk in the College Street, the most romantic spot for folks who crave dating a book is much better than making love in a moving car. <br />
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Shortly after the 10th cigarette had covered his whole room in a dark shade of cloud Raj switched off his laptop and cuddled in his bed. These days he is short of sleep. It has been a quite a hectic month and he has often slept in the chair of balcony. So much depravity brought an end to his relationship with Yasmin, who never returned his calls nor offered any reasons as to their breakup. Bitch!<br />
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The clock struck 11. It always does. Raj took pains to open his eyes and could see the cloud outside his 3-storey house at Tollygung. It may rain. It always does on Sunday. Sometimes it even rains when it is supposed to. He took his mobile phone and unintentionally checked his emails. It is a routine that has become a bad habit. A large pile of emails look garbage to him. He decide to log out and goes to the bathroom.<br />
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Shortly the breakfast is done and his clothes are dumped into the washing machine. It takes half an hour for him to do the rest of the remaining choirs before he bolts the lock and takes his car out. But today he does not. He misses Kolkata metros. He decides to take the metro today to Esplande. But being a Sunday the metro would operate only after 2pm. Raj decides to check the newspapers and whole shit of sadness lies before him- some nation is fighting another nation for a piece of land, someone has killed his father for property, some girls have been sold for money and what not. Disgusted he starts his first day with a smoke and checks out the girls passing by. Kolkata has changed. Girls converse more in english than they ever did in Bengali sorry Bong. Nyaka<br />
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He walks upto the Mahanayak Uttam Kumar Metro station and takes a look at couple of the legend pictures. Outside the latest Bengali hearthrob Dev's Rongbaz poster looks at him. He goes to the ticket counter and everyone of the 5 is closed except 1. The person over there is busy scratching his loins as he gives the coins and politely tell him to give the exact change the next time he travels.<br />
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Inside the hustle and bustle of metro platform he notices that everyone has got a space. All are involved with someone else or with themselves. The train arrives and as he enters he noticed that there is a rush to be the first one to enter. Raj could not hold his smirk- competition here too. Inside with the moving train the discussion on various topics are happening amongst people.<br />
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While some are elated that the government is contemplating of having a metro station named after Rituparno Ghosh other want the great Satyajit Ray to be felicitated first. There is another section debating that Sourav Ganguly should have played his last test match at Eden Gardens. Amongst all this activity he could see couple of aged persons doing rhythmic pelvis actions and falling on young girls. Passion!<br />
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No sooner he arrives in Esplanade he steps out and takes that walk towards the College Street. <span>College Street is a km long street in central Kolkata and stretches from Bowbazar area to MG Road crossing.</span> It has rained much quicker than he expected but that did not deter from hundreds of book lovers soaking in the rain and going through dozens of books. The Hawkers with their respective stalls and registration#s have been there for ages. Their forefathers may have started the book stalls and they have somehow managed to continue running the shops. <span><br /></span><br />
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My first visit to the college street was for Tintin comics and we could get it there in cheap. I remember my parents giving me them as birthday presents. Next in the lines were the famous detectives Feluda, Holmes and Keerati collections. College days arrived and brought Raj's brother searching Brilliant Tutorials collections. For his mother he had got dozens of collections of Prasad, Desh and what not.<br />
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Raj started looking out for books and magazines on Sylheti culture and discovered quite a bit of materials on it. He took a few of them and sat near the strands. The rain has disappeared and an evening breeze of fragrance surrounded the atmosphere. Sunday being a Sunday allows folks from every corner to assemble together.<br />
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Raj knows that he has to get back home before the last metro and as he takes a pile of book on his hands he realizes that time has moved on and he should too. Kolkata has changed but the passion beating inside that heart has not decrement a bit.</div>
Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-7942605321878613362013-08-14T02:55:00.003-07:002013-08-14T03:01:40.425-07:00Whose Call Was It During the High School Days?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I changed mid-school when I finished class VI. My mom wanted me to get enrolled in the very best school at that time. It was her insistence that made me take up the entrance exams for Class VII. That meant I was buried in the books for a long time post-final year Class VI exams. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I still remember there was only one seat for Class VII and 22 of hopeful kids sat for the exams. I had done well but it was only during the Maths examination that I felt I had a good chance of sneaking in. I think I answered the questions all correctly. My mom was so nervous with the results that she sent dad and me to the school. I got in though I don't even think dad was hopeful of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The new school offered me an environment that was different from where I had come from. Not only I had friends coming from affluent families but the teachers were also different. I received a cold reception and used to be called names-hunchback was the favorite one of lot. I did feel embarrassed but I had a belief that one day all this would change. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have a friend Arindam Chatterjee also affectionately known to us as Mickey who used to be a constant companion to me. Mickey used to stay near my aunty's house, which meant us spending a lot of time together. Cricket, Tennis and you name it. I owe Mickey a lot especially for being there. We are still friends now that he has got his own kid to look after.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But this piece is not about friends nor about my school. It is about a perception that brilliant academic students are unfaltering epistles of goodness and excellence. I don't understand how by scoring a 80% a boy or a girl could be nominated for an elocution or a quiz or a dance. It seems ridiculous now to consider why our teachers never took pains to realize that there is a talent in everyone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I remember during a commentary competition (and I spoke about this when I was anchoring for programs) I had beat this so-called-studious boy, but because he was an excellent student, he got the nod. I was dismayed and you have to understand the word biasness was new to me. Years later I met the same teacher and she told me that she was proud of my achievements. But I could not appreciate it because when I needed it the most,she was not there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Life goes on and maybe one day I'll have a kid to drop in to the school and attend parents-teachers meetings. But hopefully by that time they would realize that there is a talent in everyone and it is not the academic marks but the character and diligence that will shine and will keep on shining. </span></div>
Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-61060415863258424552013-08-07T10:32:00.001-07:002013-08-07T10:46:36.185-07:00That Bus Ride from Silchar to Capital<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Growing up in a tiny little town had its advantages and disadvantages. First the advantage, you'll always be ambitious and eager to take up the next leap. Success stories of folks from your town who have made it to the big league will always be humming. And a chance for you to get acquainted with people is rather easy. You'll hear people, remember faces and never short of receiving and inviting them to your abode. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, you can't always paint a rosy picture for the town you live has its disadvantages too. Firstly, the lack of infrastructure. In the rainy season, you will have more potholes than the town can hold and without rain you'll experience the potholes getting larger and larger. Ironical, it may sound but the town is in the leagues of Mumbai and Bangalore in the 'potholes' case. Then there is the massive communication failure. I am going to talk about one such failure and that if you have ever been to Silchar you bloody well know what I mean.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was my first trip to the capital of Assam and in those days it was a big deal. With trains as noncommunicable than your ex it was a case to take a flight or travel in bus. I come from an affluent middle-class family and though I could have taken a flight my father a strict disciplinarian taught us never to take advantage of luxury when one could afford a rough one. Also, being young you are never short of muscles and could take strain. I thought that it was bit harsh on a boy weighing 50 kilograms then.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyways, there were two major Private buses plying from my town to the capital. But, I was booked into ASTC. ASTC stands for Assam State Transport Corporation-the picture of integrity and window to the North-East if that's not much grandeur. My abode was not far from the bus stand. I mean it was just a 5 minutes rickshaw drive. It was supposed to start at 5 and reach my destination morning 6-7. I reached on time and took my bus seat. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was a window seat enough decorated by my the last occupant's stinted beattle leaves. Then the other occupants entered and in a bit of 5 minutes the bus was full with already few co-passengers straightening their seats. When the other passenger protested, "ooo dada eita kita kora )bro, why are you doing this? " To this the other responded, "ghumatiam nani (I want to sleep):. I founded it strange though more comical with the burst of farthing now and then. Anyway, the bus move out of the platform in within few minutes we were on the way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I think I was anxious a bit and you have to understand this was my first outstation trip alone. Anyways, after an hour-long drive we reached what I think was a place called KALAIN. The bus stopped for a while for refreshments and I could not understand why would people got down to have tea and refreshments. They could have had it at the bus platform. Hawkers and vendors of every kind entered the bus and soon it had turned itself into a tourist place. Kids from this place fancied a bus from my town to be one of the seven wonders and the passengers embodiment of success. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I meanwhile decided to take a look at the place. I noted down the bus registration number should it leave me. I wandered here and there, took a nature call and then the 10 minutes break became 20 minutes and then the bus started again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My co-passenger in this journey was a middle-aged man who kept on snoring during the entire trip. He made no interest in acquainting himself towards me nor I wanted honestly too. But you know when you travel with a person for more than 18 hours (originally scheduled for a 12 hours), you do want to exchanged pleasantries.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The Sun had retired by now and this is where North East spectacles you. The lush greenery everywhere and the mountains and hills takes you to their arms and for a certain time, which I did not keep a tab I completely lost myself. The beautiful and charming valleys enhanced me completely and I didn't know where time has got lost until something hit me. We were stuck.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I heard murmurs and could understand from the conversation that the bus had reached Meghalaya and stuck at a place in SONAPUR. This place has been in the news for almost every incorrect reasons mainly for the horrible roads and climate surrounding it. The bus stopped at a place and only when I got down I could understand the gravity of the situation. It was pitch dark but in this darkness I could view that there were a long queue of buses and trucks amidst a muddy road. Along it you could see the distant Sonai river flowing which if you fall down you'll end up in Bangladesh. To cut it short, it painted a very sorry picture.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here, we had to wait 2 hours before we could cross the dreaded path and amidst much of commotion the journey started. Soon, the conductor put on a movie. I doubt the video cassette player was used because after 5 minutes the screen was blank. I was hungry by now and decided to wait a while the bus stopped again. I guess at 10 or 11 in the night the bus stopped at Lathumbai. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Folks who have been to this part of the world know that Lathumbai has one of the largest restaurants in Meghalaya, and food is immensely fulfilling out there. But I have a policy of not having dinners or meals at a hotel whenever am traveling. I do have a good stomach but I don't take chances. Anyways, my adorable mother had prepared a delicious meal and packed it nicely for me. After having the dinner in the bus, I decided to get down and take a stroll. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There was chillness in the weather and a kind of fog that could quickly develop into torrential rain anytime. I had put on my jacket and could see people taking food hurriedly inside the restro, few standing outside and having a smoke while others are busy purchasing vegetables. Meghalaya has one of the most fertile soil and 70% of vegetables in North East comes from Meghalaya. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Amidst this chillness the bus started. I had by then became tired of the constant jerking of the bus. I cannot express this in words but this experience becomes a ritual when you travel frequently. But it was my first time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't know when but it had to very late when I got a knocking on my arms. I hate someone disturbing my slumber but this was supposed to be an urgency. It seems that there was another stoppage. This time an accident. We had to get down from the bus. Someone obviously drunk had parked his car right at the middle of the road. Interestingly, an uprooted tree branch was also in the middle too. I can't believe both of them were aligned horizontally to each other. In later years, I came to know that these steps were taken by certain hoodlums to extract money from bus drivers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The bus journey continued and though I was feeling drowsy I don't think the excitement of passing through Shillong kept me awake. The capital city of Meghalaya had been a constant dream for me. I had heard of the amazing places, the schools and colleges and of course the beautiful Khasi girls. In later years, I had been in relationships too with a beautiful girl from Shillong. Till today, she is amused as what I found in Shillong.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As I passed through Shillong, I could see from the window the town amidst a beautiful blanket of fog. Everything was serene, the church bells tingling, few shops still doing business and I could not notice a pollution free town. I don't know when I went to sleep but woke up again stranded. This time it was outside Dispur.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What possibly could now be the reason of this stranding? I had no idea. The cell was missing a few towers that meant I was incrementing tension of my parents awaiting for my call. It was the season of strikes and we had turned into one such occasions- people were demanding a hike in traffic fare. That meant another 3 hours.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finally when I reached the capital city I saw more stars than I possibly could imagine. I called up a rickshaw and on getting in he told me "Dada, OTORO TOKA (18 Rupees). </span><br />
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Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-67280014021913499902013-08-04T03:31:00.001-07:002013-08-04T03:34:17.936-07:00Flamboyance, Thy Name Kevin Pietersen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">As far as I can remember I always wanted to do two things- watch Cricket and be a writer. And that I could do two things at a time speaks a lot of dedication not sure there was enough necessary motivation. The game itself is such a grandeur and its players bespectacled me with their innovation everyday. And one such player is Kevin Pietersen. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Kevin is in a league of his own maybe joined sometimes by Virender Sehwag. But the aura and the audacity of this Natal born Cricketer just amazes me. He is a batsman who has defied logic of English Cricket and made it a commodity- that sells, buys and rolls eyeballs.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">English Cricket dates back to the imperialist days when couple of them played the game for a leisure. They were watched and enjoyed by a group of women who knitted and cradled their babies while the men enjoyed a sip of rum. Let me not get back to those earlier days but speak about 70's when they had a good run. The batsmen in their ranks played the game in their merits, leaving anything outside the off stumps, hooked, straight drived and lifted their cap on reaching a milestone. There was no reverse sweep, Dilscoop and a lot of many crazy things that almost defied the laws of MCC batsmanship charter. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Names of Denis Amiss, Colin Cowdrey, Geofreey Boycott used to be taken in reverence and for sometime Bottham started changing it. But then the game was played and the batsman in a typical conservative fashion. It was rumored that the English batsman would not be scoring 2 runs per over and will not be challenged to increment the run rate even it if the asking rate touched 6. A good example of their scoring could be evident in stats books but in One-Day Internationals they played poorly at 79 world Cup. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">With this text book Cricket enters Kevin Pietersen. History suggests that he didn't get a chance to play in South African team and as time was running out he met the English authorities and spoke to ex-English captain Nasser Hussain about it. He scored plenty of runs in English County and then drafted to the team. And we saw a resurgence of English Cricket in 2005. He changed everything- the batting stance, aggressive attitude to bowlers especially spinners and outrageous shots.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Kevin has all the ingredients to be a suspense director. I mean his innings like suspense movies have a nervous start, patience middle, aggressive second half-with cuts and misses and then some mind blowing shots. With Kevin and Sehwag there is everything the crowd gets and expects more of excitement. There was a theory once that test cricket is boring. Well, it changes a Kevin and Sehwag bats for they not only makes it enjoyable but keeps you on the edge. </span></span></div>
Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-2798944835656775872013-05-25T01:27:00.001-07:002013-05-25T01:48:22.155-07:00An anchor turned headmaster!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Once the cable television came it brought the world right at our bedroom. I do not say drawing room because I love to dwell my thoughts from the bedroom. Amongst all the channels that I regularly surf news channels have always fascinated me. While BBC and CNN are my favorites I do not keep myself from the Indian television news channels. And one of these days am going to stop watching quite a few channels because of these anchors who are more of headmasters. And I fathom why.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The profession of journalism which I am acquainted with from my college years has evolved. Electronic journalism has given rise to a great number of news channels and thereby news anchors. News anchors have a duty or responsibility to ensure that news is broadcasted in a fair and without no factual error. Over the years we have seen news slotted into a prime time spot where anchors dawn the mask of judge and prosecutor. All this for what- TRPs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I follow news hours regularly where an anchor invites people to the studio, grills them with questions but at the same time has a 'NO' for all their answers. Even for a layman it is ridiculous. There is no attempt to even allow the respondent time to answer. And, that is not good for the viewers. The anchors keeps on asking questions and blatantly defends him whenever anyone points a question at him. He is a headmaster who is unanswerable. He decides if the other channels are inferior and whatever he promulgates is gospel.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This kind of news reporting and meaningless debates have to be investigated. Questions need to asked and demanded if the viewers have the right to know what ails the anchor from stopping people to respond. Are the anchors unsuitable to digest reports that maybe untrue to him or her?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">For years Dr.Prannoy Roy was the face of Indian television news channels. Under his wings there have been more news anchors, but it seems that news for them has become noise. The more you could develop sensation, the more viewers would watch your program. The adage "Dog eats Man" holds true even today and I don't see that changing at all. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">When you watch news debate, you understand that you'll have participants having double-edged views, but the views and opinions of them are their sole discretionary. Just because you as a news anchor and have to make a point valid, shouting and taking personal potshots does not hold true. At the end of the day, it is nothing but political nonsense.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I hope common sense prevails and news anchors take their job a bit more responsibly. I hope in the name of "we are the first to report' sanity does not gets lost. Everyone should have an equal opportunity to talk. For a second we can stop running after TRP and be sane.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">In a recent study shows that 50%+ women prefer to be run over by a truck than to
look fat and ugly. To women, looking fat and ugly is not only hurtful but also
traumatic. If you happen to say someone “hey you have gained weight or you got
a pimple,” it is like spilling acid on that person. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Female body image is constantly constructed
and maneuver by the society. Body shame is crucially picked, distorted and
twisted by social commentary.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">The word self-image has lost its essence.
Most of us are unaware how our self image is twisted and turned by the society.
Conscious societal pressure forces us to think that we are ugly and not in-
accordance to the living standard of beauty. We are maneuvered to look pretty
and<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>beautify ourselves. Almond eyes, flashy eye
lashes, sharp nose, bow like lips and fair and glowing skin is the set standard
that we all are tricked to adhere to. Any sort of skin imperfection is
stigmatized by our society. A woman is made to believe that she is ugly and
ugliness is intolerable by societal standards.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">Beauty is socially constructed and
marketed. If you are fat, then you are supposed to be on endless, cruel diet
regime. You are supposed to exit on salads, fat and sugar free foods. You will
hear “fat talks”, things like how beautiful you would have looked had you lost
some weight. And, finally comes in the magic of capitalism, called
prodicti-fication. Market strategists make full use of socially tagged
ugliness. There are endless list of products that you can use to reduce your
weight and enhance your beauty. Not only weight reducing belts or machines, you
can read fitness magazines, opt for fitness related DVD’s and moreover hire
some personal trainer. Theses stream of things might help your reduce your
weight but at the same time you will be highly dependent on these products. Your
self-image is nothing but a market strategy from which the society gains some
sort of pleasure and capitalists get their profits. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">Women are nothing but a medium via which
sexual appetizing bar is kept high. Beauty is associated with fairness. If you
are not fair then you need to thank the advertisement that pops up every two
minutes. You are supposed to use the fairness crème which will definitely make
you look fair. The acid test does not stop right there. If you don’t have
almond shaped eyes then you can make it look like almonds. Kajal, eye liners
are flooded in the market and you have to pick one, rather the right one that
suits your eye-type. Trust me it is as complicated as it sounds here. You can
correct the fines of your nose and lips only by expensive cosmetic surgeries. The
more ugly you are made to look the more is the stake of profits.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">From hair to you toe tip a women needs to
maintain and beautify her so that she is not stigmatized among her peers. From
birth starts the beautification process. Girls are made to wear floral pink
dresses, fancy accessories, sparkly shoes etc. With adolescence she is suppose
to use all those products that will enhance her beauty and after 25 you are
forced to look like 15. If a girl chose not to go for a diet and happily eat cheese
and mayonnaise, I would question “who” society is to decide on a girls looks and
what beauty is. Beautification and producti-fication are all interlined to
societal norms and self image is no longer what we perceive of ourselves but
what society perceives us to be.</span></span></div>
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Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-81737020105232680892013-05-20T07:00:00.001-07:002013-05-20T07:00:02.807-07:00Behind those Doors!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">Her offer letter was given by Mr. Sheti,
her manager. She was extremely happy on getting her first job. It was her dream
to work with her mentor whom she idol-worshiped since childhood. She will work
directly under his guidance. She was happy that her prayers were finally
blessed. In some cases, excitement blurs a part of reality and misgivings
creeps in silently that you cannot predict its depths. At that moment gestures
and signs speaks louder than mere words. On the context of asking her about her
work he started to call her in his cabin. Leaving behind so many employees he
showed some queer interest on her. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Surprisingly calls to be in his cabin perked
more frequently. He hardly bothered on how she was fairing professionally. He
started to be frank and posted more personal questions. As a fresher she
thought it is polite to answer. Maybe Mr. Sheti was just trying to be friendly
so that she comfortably settled down in her new environment. She was not
accustomed to IT norms and that “maybe” was a big question mark that disturbed
her peace.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">His constant pestering caused her sheer
agony and pain. On many occasions he tried to grab her hands. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Physically he was trying to get very close.
What was he trying to do?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was confused about his intentions. It was
wrong to doubt his intentions. After all he was her idol -worshiped mentor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As time went on, he started to ask her to
work late to meet her deadlines and would intentionally grab this occasion to
drop her back. Knowing that she stayed alone in a flat he started asking her
out for dinners. His gestures made her feel awkward and uncomfortable. Having
no option left, she blatantly refused his offers.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">The anguish and agony that she underwent is
indescribable and cannot be put down in words. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Constant questions lucked on her head. Why
would her mentor make physical moves at her? Was it a part of IT norm? If such
things are normal, then it is highly unprofessional and unethical, she thought.
It was her first job and she was unaccustomed to any IT norms. She was
definitely harassed by his behavior. But again, why would someone so senior
intentionally harass her. Was she also a silent victim of harassment? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>May be it is normal and part and parcel of IT
environment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had no definite answers
to these questions. These questions will remain unanswered and silently flow
into the archive of untold agony and pain that many women face.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">Yes, she gave the thought of complaining to
higher management. Again confusion had drawn thick clouds on her head. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What would happen next? Will she be able to
convince that she was harassed by her mentor or will she be asked to quit her
job?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At that point of life she cannot afford
to fight some legal battle. Her career was at stake. She thought hard. She had
a family to look after and most importantly what if no company hires her again.
With these questions lurking back on her tired mind, silently without
complaining she resigned from her job. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">Her act may appear cowardly to many of us.
But think about putting yourself in situation what would you have done. You
have worked your entire life to get yourself placed and work with your mentor
and suddenly things starts to fall apart. What will we do is the decision that
“we” have to make.</span></span></div>
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Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-56527968598939635852012-04-15T00:45:00.002-07:002012-04-15T00:45:34.073-07:00Meet Mr & Mrs Dey (Part 1)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Life at 30</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">could have been far worse in the Dey household. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mr.Dey finds himself in soup owning to the major US recession and packed off his bags to </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Kolkata. All the while on his return trip from Santa Clara on an executive Air India jumbo jet, he had been busy rummaging on the thoughts of what his in-laws would say. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Mr.Dey had married a wealthy rich girl from a posh family of Bengali household- the only daughter of a wannabe family who sent their daughter only to the famous Lorreto School so that she only dates rich guys. Therefore, when the time for her marriage arrived with a string of ex-boyfriends and drugs all they wanted was an NRI. They seriously wanted their daughter to get married and settled down in US. They finally got Subodh (SUUUUBOOOOD) Dey who was not a boy born with a rich spoon but an IIT passout he had made enough marks to land himself a posh 6-pack salary job and a villa in Santa Clara. They say the very few could make it such big and he was like the next Indian thing after Manoj Shyamalan. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Life after marriage had been going great. Sex was good, money was flowing and everything that Mrs Dey could ask for. She became an integral part of the society throwing lavish parties. It was fun. She even had a few one-night stands with Goras without much inhibition. While Mrs Dey was enjoying all this, Mr. Dey was making his name in the silicon valley. He soon spearheaded the major IT companies and was getting much work to Asia. For him this was patriotism was-Get the jobs done in India. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In between the hustle and bustle of their household, they planned to have a baby. Mrs Dey was conscious of the fact it would mean a cut-off her party life was reticent initially but then she did decided to have a baby. They did all that could be done to make the entire city know that an Indian was gracing their county. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But then recession arrived. And all along their seemed to be chaos. People were going nuts and there were more people on the streets rather than on party halls. Houses were put out on sales for meager money and the business had its impact on Dey household. And then the doomsday arrived. Mr.Dey had planned it earlier but now he had to go back to India and plan to sell of its ancestral property. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The plan was about to touchdown in Kolkata. Mr. Dey looked at his watch. The dawn had set in. </span></span></div>
</div>Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-29107790645347065902012-03-24T08:51:00.002-07:002012-03-24T08:52:50.901-07:00My love for Kormangala Restaurants!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When </span><span style="font-size: small;">I came to study in Bangalore little did the young heart in me realised that I would have fallen in love with this city. A city that I see now as my own city and have unlike most of the Bongs hardly face issues with food. In years that passed away, I have been living in Koramangala. In fact, I can't think of staying at any other place except Kormangala. Amongst all the glitz and glamor the place offers my heart goes to its numerous restaurants and the delicacies that these offer. I chose to mention two places here. Both pretty old and still retains its charm. </span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The first of them is Casa Piccolla (now Casa Rivera). My memory dates back to couple of years when I chose to take my loving friend to that place. We had a good time and I do remember she complimented me on the place and the food. In years to go and more visits to this place, I had a whole bunch of delicacies. The Restaurant itself transformed offering Chinese with its usual Continental food. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">For starters, you can try Roasted Egg Plant and an Organic Mixed soup. I chose to go easy on the starters and have it with much time at hand. Then for main course, there is a lot of things in the menu but and there is a but if you wish to have a dish that would in any day be my favorite then please go for Chicken Parmigana. It is a Southern Italian dish made with a shallow-fried sliced filling, layered with cheese and tomato sauce, then baked.Variations are made with breaded meat cutlets. For a single person you can have all this dishes for in less than US $ 10.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The next place that I haunt regularly is FRIENDS. It is one of Kormangala's oldest and popular restaurants. And just like Casa Rivera it also offers taste buds Chinese and Continental cuisine. For starters you can go for Chilly Chicken with Hot and Sour soup. Then, if you love steaks then I suggest you can try Mushroom Steak or Whiskey steak. Both of these are served with a bowl of rice or mashed potatoes and I can vouch you would love the flavor and content.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Kormangala houses a lot of restaurants and these days there has been a sporadic increase in the numbers. I hope all of them have scores of eaters and may the locality and city continue to grow. </span></div></div>Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-47413315960463305882012-01-06T08:30:00.000-08:002012-01-06T08:48:28.543-08:00Memories of Down Under!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I love Sydney. It is one of the most beautiful and exotic places to visit. And if you happen to like water sports, there is no other place that comes close to Sydney. No sooner you reach Kingsmith Airport, a certain birdie will let you know that the airport authorities are very strict about things that you bring in Australia. But then if you tell them that you are visiting Sydney Cricket Ground and Don Bradman is the arguably the best Australian till date, you have a chance to beat them. It is a sports loving nation and which is why all that happens in Australia is anything but dullness.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My earliest memory of Sydney Cricket ground dates back to 1992 World Cup Cricket. We had a Black & White television set in our house. My eldest brother who used to sleep after the crows started morning hymns used to tap me on shoulders and tell me that Ian Chappell is away for the toss with the two captains. It was an advantage in those days to switch on TV and get your channels. Because you just had one channel. Doordarshan inspite of all its commercial breaks and insipid behavior was your savior. You could hear the birds singing and seagulls all across the SCG while Bill Lawry and Richie Benaud used to take the guards. I think Sunny Gavaskar was the first Indian commentator to be included in Channel's Nine commentary team and that was quite an achievement considering stalwarts like Richie Benaud, Frank Tyson, Bill Lawry, Tony Greig,and all the other Johnnycomboys made it an experience. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Growing up in the IT city of India is fun because I had amazing friends with whom I could talk on everything. Friends who had a voice in everything. 1999 when I saw the likes of VVS Laxman and Tendulkar whooping massive runs in SCG. It was the time when Tendulkar's captaincy was tested and we used to lose matches after matches in SCG. MCGrath and Shane Warne had by then became the lethal front of Australian bowling side. And more or less the world was witnessing the insurgence of a cricketing side that went to dominate the world in the next decade.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The next time was in 2003 when I saw Sourav Ganguly determined to make a statement on the Australian scene. If there is anything that I really feel MS Dhoni should imbibe from Sourav is to get that intensity which Sourab has and how to get under the skins of Aussies. Sourav was a champion in that and much like today he thought it was important that India started well in Down Under. And he did. We drew in the series and almost should have won the match at SCG- Steve Waugh's farewell but the umpires had a different story to tell.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Lots of things was happening in Indian cricket. IPL,large merchandise and all. Both the boards realized the importance of Gavaskar- Border trophy which is why you see more matches between the sides. Note that ACB invites team which they feel has got the pulse of the folks going. In the past, it was Lloyd's team.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The series is happening at the moment and India is behind 2-0. I would introspect about the series after the test matches gets over. I'll come up with another memoir then.</div></div>Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-36955400262143031362011-10-30T06:59:00.000-07:002011-10-30T07:02:13.733-07:00When it was never a 'payback' series<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I never agreed upon the wisdom of having a cricket series titled 'payback'. Marketing evangelists would agree that whatever branding you may choose to do at the end of the day if products are not of equal value then it loses its shine. This is why I disagree the labelling of the recently concluded series as 'payback' because the circumstances in which the games were played were entirely different.</div></br><br />
<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">India went under the hammer recently when they lost everything they could. MS Dhoni even lost all the tosses. They played in cold weather conditions that they are not bred in, icy cold weather where the players had hands under the trousers more than they had with the cricket balls.</div></br><br />
<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The age old dictum of naive playing seam bowling came to haunt them as they struggled against the English quicks and made Anderson a superhero. But in comes England to India with the hope of a series victory. And they get hot and humid summers. The ball turns viciously and the same players who were recently awarding comments to the likes of Tendulkar and Laxman were mystified by spinners. To make it worse in the last one-day at Kolkata Dhoni brought Manoj Tiwari as spinner and he got a wicket too. It just makes the sides so different.</div></br><br />
<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Here is Alstair Cook who has a batting, bowling and fielding coach travelling with him but he could not make them do anything. Swan who was titled as the next spinning legend was played with so much ease that it made Samit Patel cry. But lets face it- English were overconfident.</div></br><br />
<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It was a disappointing series for the English should have played the spinners well but they did not. India failed to adapt to the seaming conditions recently so I sense unless English comes and play 4 tests in India and India beats them convincingly we should refrain from using that word.</div></br><br />
</div>Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-26592716429657010832011-08-13T09:39:00.000-07:002011-08-13T11:09:20.564-07:00MatchPoint<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It’s half past nine and am busy sipping a nice cup of ice lemon tea at my favorite den Boca Grande. The place is unusually quiet today. And while I do not mind the occasional tid bits of human voice crooning from some place, I am enjoying this romantic quietness. Sometimes, I could get into the deepest of thoughts and come out with imaginative ideas. These ideas could never solve my problems and yet I enjoy thinking about it. Something was going on my mind for the past few weeks. Today, it sharpened into a belief and a die-hard romantic of Indian Cricket all I could think is 'administrators need to give few answers'. </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">I take great pride whenever someone tells me you are from a cricket-crazy nation, that you have a billion-dollar product IPL and have a galaxy of stars who captures the billions of imagination onto the field. I reflect for a while and understandably it is true. No one other thing has united the country like Cricket does not even Bollywood movies. In fact Bollywood has over the years tried to associate itself to the game for a multitude of reasons including promotional activities. For how could you make the sense that you have stars from Shahrukh Khan to Shilpa Shetty owning Cricket teams? Nothing bad at all!</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">I started watching Cricket in the 90s and just like any other kid who has an elder brother and a mat at the backyard played the game. Earliest years were of three brothers trying to outwit each other with tennis balls. In fact such was my passion for the game, years later I used to see other kids playing at the backyard and doing running commentary.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">As things evolved over the years and technologies crowded the living rooms, everything associated to sports was marketing. Cricket is a product and we had each one of our cricketers making billions of money just being associated with it. I saw it and I realized that if you are a professional there is no harm.But then you became the No.1 Test Playing Nation and suddenly you are at some peak where others are trying to reach. This is where Indian administrators got it all wrong. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">We played tough and very good Cricket with teams that had good players. And it could have not come without the likes of Dravid, Tendulkar, Sehwag, Dhoni, Ganguly, Zaheer and the rest.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvqJ3fKP8Nd4QzY0FdDCD1HPtGrud0gf47V9hNQJZHBPR5GqdblXptE21G9v1d62RGlEUi3LWUXCsr6V6L0gr8bdHUA8IoHDez6zEkYRervlvxU8u5uMFhRWDKAa8SHzBucCF/s1600/cricket_bat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><span style="font-size: small;">The administrators seem to notice that the public were paying more attending to the One Day Internationals and Twenty Overs Games. Those were the avenues where money was flowing. The Indian Cricket Board became a rich board overnight. And as money started to flow the games took a different direction. Every series that India plays we identified more 50 overs than test matches. Somewhere down the link something was amiss. But I did not complain. When we win matches, we do not. Quantity rather quality was BCCI's topmost concern.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">When you become world no.1 you will be replacing another team to the throne. India replaced Australians who have in every sense dominated for a decade. They won three world cups in a row, won 18 test matches in a trot and made every other test match playing country look meek to them. In fact, critics had even went to opined that if Aussies were not dethroned it would be very bad for the game of Cricket. But, so many lessons to be learnt from this amazing side? their discipline, hard work, professionalism and above all the passion to win. They never wanted to lose. In fact, when they came down from No.1 position, it was due to partly their players retirement than anything more. Watching Indian team performing/Stonewashed in England I am concerned and wanted to ask the administrators, "are you saying that we can play an one-off practice match and be ready?" its just a joke.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">And the apathy is while India were losing games after games, all the board was thinking was how could we have the great Indian team One-Day team announced. I mean the priority seems to be win One Days and even if we lose test matches it is fine. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Somewhere down the line, it hits me badly to see an Indian cricket side performing poorly in all the matches and yet there is not even a sigh of repent. Words need to be spoken and spoken in a tough fashion. As the game's patriot I demand that only the Cricketers but also the administrators should be taken to tasks. If I were to watch India playing I wish to see them trying hard in the field. And in doing so if they lose that is fine with me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div></div>Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-65671672855569092242010-11-28T05:53:00.000-08:002010-11-28T06:22:15.946-08:00Confession of a lover!<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHnwWkinaApz5m-F0WyyL1w_3tjYsE-wPyQuNkcxP1O-v79mGfgfYPDEwaLHRRJtFBdJ1AxzuZk62iMNkr3rDjTJX1QM0e1RO-Oyucopgd9kG0M3meZonHUOQt_HHXwO6G63is/s1600/01052010%2528013%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>I have been in a relationship for quite sometime now. It has not been that quiet. We had our odd differences and arguments. I have been at faults most of the time. I sometime feel I could have avoided that argument or fight. But it just happen. I just feel I have not been able to do justice to her love. More so, when your lover is an eternal romantic. The only thing that brings smile to her face is me.<br />
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I know that she cannot even stand a day without speaking to me. Everything she does is to make me happy. It makes her smile whenever she watches me smiling. My goals, dreams and objects of interest are considered to be her own. I do not how she does it, but she is just too perfect. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">She is younger to me in years, and I know this is her age to be as naughty and <i>chulbulli</i> she could be, but sometimes I forget. I would forget and rationalize with her of not being practical. But, Raj how could she be? she is so young and she needs my love and support to make her feel that? I feel this blog post is in a way my reconciliation to the fact of those unspoken words and deeds.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I do not know if there is something called true love or lover. But, even if someone makes you feel that the person is just <i>there for you</i>, then it is love. Love is a beautiful thing and I hope I can do justice to it. It is a privilege to be in someone's arms forgetting all the sadness and pathos of life. I wish to be loved and you fulfill it with all your charms. We will have to travel a lot, but I am sure we will cover the distance with a smile. <i>Thanks</i> is not the appropriate word here, but I am in all awe of you.</div>Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-28318432879138091812010-10-25T01:39:00.000-07:002010-10-25T02:18:58.777-07:00John and Raghu's wonderful Chemistry!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvovK6i2r87AYYXjzkjMvmeJftfI-6-HuyS3ldTl9nBu5G3WWtuHcL9QxZC7ady6BEcBuxQEyxpIiu7xbUeKJbyLHKXZ0-h8xAdI6r7RLpfDJurde_oVdi41eaJgaoui40ArT/s1600/raghu-ram-630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvovK6i2r87AYYXjzkjMvmeJftfI-6-HuyS3ldTl9nBu5G3WWtuHcL9QxZC7ady6BEcBuxQEyxpIiu7xbUeKJbyLHKXZ0-h8xAdI6r7RLpfDJurde_oVdi41eaJgaoui40ArT/s320/raghu-ram-630.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">{Pic source:http://mtv-roadies-6.blogspot.com/2009/04/baap-of-popularity-raghu-ram.html} </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I wonder why Abbas Tyrewalla had to take Palki for the role of Mishika. Apart from her, I found each one of the characters fitted perfectly to the fore. And, those of you who have watched Jaane tu he jaane na, this movie has nothing new for you. But those of you who have not watched this movie, you will like it for sure. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Shot at the locales of London, the movie is about friendship and love. It becomes interesting when love causes all the problem. Each one of the characters has a love twist in the movie. Starting from John to Raghu to Manasi Scott and Palki- each one has a love angle.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">John finally exhibits some emotions; he is a tough-hearted hero who suddenly finds himself in a comical situation. Raghu is the best of the lots with his half-witted humor and sarcasm. Palki is ok. She is sensuous but she is too old to do a song and dance role. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You will get to see a lot of youngsters and couples making their way for this movie. It has a large quotient of love added to sacrifice in it. And, I am sure they will appreciate it a lot. Usually, these movies are Abbas' forte. Abbas usually writes the script for his movies, and you could see that he has used a typical youngistan lingo in the movie. Good job! </span></span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I did a little bit of research on RAKTA CHARITRA-The Transformation. I was horrified to read the facts. Characters like Buka Reddy, Pratap Reddy and all are not the major stereotypes characters. Their life has edge written all over. Now, my question is who would make a movie like that in Bollywood? </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Vivek Oberoi has always been called an one-film wonder. His COMPANY is hailed to be one of the best debutant performances till this date. I expected a lot from him in Rakta Charitha. Note here Vivek does not speak or grin much like Company. He is a nonsense getter, full of vengeance yet smart. The beard looks good on him and adds on to the character. I enjoyed his performance, but I expect more histronics from the second part.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Shatrugan Sinha is a great actor and he delivers a power-packed performance and so does Sushant. But, the person who steals the show is Abhimanyu Singh. He impressed me a great deal in Gulal but this character of a sadist and sexmaniac goes a long away. You could see the lust in his eyes in every of his roles. He does not mince words and personally speaking, I'ld have wanted him to be in the sequel for it would have generated a lot of interest.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">For those of you watch Bengali movies, do watch ANTHAHEEN. Radhika Apte is one of the best actresses but pity she does not get much of dialogues.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">RGV has made Sarkar as tribute to Godfather, but there are quite a few scenes in the movie that reminded of Godfather II. The scene in which Vivek's mother goes to meet Narasimha Reddy for her son's life is a direct take off from the first part. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I am touch disappointed that Surya is absent in the first-half, but he is there in the sequel. I am a great fan of this Tamilan actor, and I believe he is going to put a rocking performance. Watch Rakta Charitra once but I can assure you that sometimes performances go a long way to get the audience to the theaters.</div>Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-63541991202597064072010-10-19T07:44:00.000-07:002010-10-19T07:45:26.352-07:00Far from the Madding Crowd<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I have been working for sometime now. My work location is different from the place that I spent my childhood. A place where I have memories of coming back home only to be in mother's arms, dad's stern face on watching Chitrahaar and Rangoli, brothers who were pain in the ass sometimes and of course the rains. I had a wonderful childhood, and if I could give anything back to revisit, I would not mind. Durga Pooja is one such occasion that reminds me of my childhood.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">As a child, Durga Pooja meant new clothes & pistol toys to me. I remember distinctly coming up from an average middle-class family, how baba-maa used to meet our requirements. Maa used to ensure that the first set of clothes were bought for her children. I think of this day and tears come into my eyes. How could we even repay our debts to our parents!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Durga Pooja was a rare occasion when I used to shut down my school books. It meant that I won't touch the school books for the next 4 days. I used to go out Soptomi with maa-baa, Ashotomi again with maa and baba and Novomi with friends. Also, a visit to the Monalisa restaurant was along awaited. The entire family could have Luchi Mangsho for 50 bucks. The atmosphere was also electrifying-Kishore Kumar's music at the backdrop. I still make it a point to visit that place whenever I can.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I wish I could write a little bit more, but I have to run for a project meeting. Sometimes, I wish life would come to a standstill. </span></div>Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-13566116595287714872010-09-10T23:45:00.000-07:002010-09-11T00:36:15.314-07:00Chulbul Connection!<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI8NS_xs3Z-a3DhlWuAbujCv36sjog4OSpGqUl-pLUB0saXgIw6_2Q_c1FP4X5TVHkmoB0AEVM9fioNcy0I2QckBKCuGap-4MbCcKk61jnUCgNrvGFFTni1cCUmvVKslaSF4j0/s1600/sonakshi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI8NS_xs3Z-a3DhlWuAbujCv36sjog4OSpGqUl-pLUB0saXgIw6_2Q_c1FP4X5TVHkmoB0AEVM9fioNcy0I2QckBKCuGap-4MbCcKk61jnUCgNrvGFFTni1cCUmvVKslaSF4j0/s320/sonakshi.jpg" /></a></div><i>Itna confuze ho jayoge ke tumi saansh logon kaha se aur</i>.... we had been overhearing these Dabaang dialogues for the past few weeks and it was the same last evening too. As I walked into the Rex theatre for a late night show, I saw history had remained still for this theatre.<br />
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As I took a comfortable seat I found myself in an atmosphere unlike multiplexes. There were hootings, screaming, indecent gestures and so on, and you could possibly know that Dabaang had scored and hit amongst the intended viewers. Ironically, this is how Bollywood pundits labels a movie 'hit' or 'flop'-viewers reactions. What Salman did was he connected me with his madness. Well done!<br />
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The REX theatre in Bangalore can accommodate 400 viewers. Out of this, last night show had viewers in the range of 18-38 years. And, trust me right from the first intro scene where Salman aka Chulbul Pandey stormed into a goonda's den to the climax, Dabaang has hit the masses. Every dialogue had glimpse of Rajni's avtaar in Salman. But, it is believable for Salman behaves the same in real life too, atleast seen in the television promos.<br />
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Dabaang is an out-and-out masala movie. You have to watch it for Salman's appeal. His dialogues and mannerisms have Rajni trademaark. When asked once by Anupam Kher to Salman's reason keeping his googles behind his collar, he quickly reacts <i>taki humhe samna aur peechura dekh sakhe</i>. And , not to forget, <i>hamari meherbani hain to pehle ham shaadi kar le</i>. All these dialogues and much more captured viewers' attention. <br />
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Directed by <span class="normal"> Abhinav Singh Kashyap</span>, brother of Anurag Kashyap Dabaang will not disappoint if you go to the theatres without any expectations. Kids may be kept out of this. I loved the movie but not something that will be in mind, come next week.On the other way, Dabaang will be unstoppable in the first few weeks of its release.</div>Rajdeep Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17478139324788231617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24126955.post-33703693396527226822010-08-08T06:42:00.000-07:002010-08-08T06:44:51.638-07:00My take on Aisha<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It was one of those precious moments when I kept pin drop of silence. My girlfriend decided to surprise me this evening. Post-lunch, she took out her purse and showed me two cinema passes for a PVR show Aisha. I will not reject the opinion that I was all disinterested. Though the fact that I will be watching Sonam Kapoor again in the theaters in a span of one month was tempting. I just came out from the theatre and while she is on the phone with her friends let me quickly jot down couple of observations of the movie, AISHA.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Observations:</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">a) It has a large quotient of feminism. Everything from the costumes to the make up, from the color of the walls to the dialogues had a lot of feminist touch to it. I will be surprised if it maintains the interest of men. There is no F word used in the movie, which is quite a surprise when you watch a Hindi film this days. I loved the concept.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">b) Yes, it has a different plot and characters but you will not be able to reject the opinion that the movie can remind you of the recent Sonam starrer I HATE LOVE STORIES. Though she played a matchmaker in this movie, people get to see similar shades of Sonam's character- romantic, hyper, self-centered, attitude wali and so on.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">c) Delhi has been the city to talk about in recent Hindi films. You do not need to go far. Right from Rang De Basanti to Delhi 6 or Dev D, directors have a fascination to take a leaf out of it. It is bearable though this is not in the ranks of Mira Nair's MONSOON WEDDING, which was incidentally shot in Delhi.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">d) The climax is as-if-I-know it. I do not blame the writers for they have been told to write the script in such a fashion that even before the film is finished you know it. This is why a movie like Inception or Borne Ultimatum is only produced in West.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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