AFRICAN DICKS

Teaching is an art. The best teachers are the ones that make you think, help you remember things and gives you the finest ideas about the subject. Pedagogical method of teaching are followed by very few people in India, may be because we have very less research in this field. But I disagree that the teachers in India are bad. Here in sweden, after attending lectures by more than 25 proffs, I 've found just one or two good teachers. One of the best teachers, who had his own trade mark ways of teaching biology was Dr.Sunny, a veterinary doctor, who quit his job to teach for medical aspirants.
Sunny Sir, as we used to call him was obsessed with two words.. Breast and thighs.. For some unknown reason.. he uses "her breasts" and "her thighs" too often, which offened most of the girls, especially the muslim clad. It was kinda weird to sit in his class as it was co-ed and he often uses uncensored versions of jokes. Once a few of these girls went and lodged a complaint with the head of the institution regarding the use of obscene language. The head assured these girls that he would talk with the teacher concerned and make sure that he is more careful with his jokes. He also asked the girls to leave the class and report to him if the teacher repeats his obscene jokes.

The following happened the next day.
Sunny: Africans have the longest Dicks
Immediately a few girls were on their toes, heading to the head of the institution.
Sunny: there is no flight to Africa now!
The girls dint know what to do. They sat down with a sigh of disgust and embarrassment. The embarrassed look on on their faces were unforgettable and its afresh in my mind.

A Good Poet

Language and I never go together. I have horrid spellings and grammar (thank god we have MS word and other softwares that can correct the spelling mistakes). The very thought about language brings the very look of my language papers. I used to have red lines under every single line that i write with utmost care, indicating erroneous spellings. Now, that is enough of an introduction about my language skills. What I intended to write was this insident which took place when I was in +2. I had joined Santa Maria Academy, one of the oldest CBSE schools in town for +1. All the teachers were old, worth respecting, dedicated and well equiped for the profession, But they well not up-to date about the happenings outside their subject (u'll know why), especially the language teachers. For one of our versification competitions, I had to take part as a member of my team , which was lagging behind for over all scores. We could never cope-up with the rest of the teams as we had all losers (other that me of course). The desporate house captain and the teacher-in-charge was pushing every damn soul in the team for every possible competition for saving their name and I happened to be their scape-goats too.
Till I got into the hall where Versification competition was being held, I had no clue that I would be competing in senior section - hindi versification competition. To add to the misery was the truth that I had never touched a hindi book after 7th grade. As I entered, I saw some scribbling on the board and that happened to be the topic. I gathered all my spirits to read it. With bitter failure and whith least shame, I asked my junior to read it for me, He gave a weird stare and read it aloud "KSHITHITH LALIMA" or "The red horizon". He turned away his face and mumbled to his friend "Our senior is too good with Hindi"; I threw a deaf ear towards his comments and giggles. I affirmed myself that I had sucessfuly completed the first stage, now the second stage was to find what it means.. with no hessitation, I turned around, I saw my friend treasa there, I waved and asked, what does "KSHITHITH LALIMA" mean, she wrote "The red horizon" on papaer and passes it to me.

So, my first two targets were over and I was left with other two- to compose and to write the whole damn thing. As I started penning down the bits and pieces of hindi words that came in my mind, I realised that I had problem with every single alphabet. I had almost forgotten a few of the alphabets, let only the words. I asked my friend for every word that i had a problem with.. alas, our old hindi teached came to my rescue. I explained the whole situation and she helped me out with all the words that i could not write. She was being very sweet.. May be cos.. I was one of those goodie goodie students who wish the teachers with a big smile..

My first line was very clichéd..
Suraj Nikhalta hey purab mei (sun rises in the east)
Suryast hota hey pashchim mei (sun sets in the west)
Kitna sundar hey yea suraj (how beautiful is this sun)
Suraj sa sundar koi nahi (there is non thats more beautiful)
for the rest.. pls follow the link :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQo-Tue5qmE

And I won the second place..!!!! Thank god plagiarism was never checked.
Blingaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I grew up thinking every step of mine to be the best. But no one ever told the truth to me , about growing up and what a struggle it would be. In my tangled state of mind ,Ive been looking back to find where I went wrong ! How would it be ,if you were standing in my shoes ,cant you see that its impossible to choose..!! Of course life is a destiny.. U march and march..Till you c the glory of demise!

SMILE :)

How can one smile such sweet smiles,
When one is so saddened by sorrows for miles,
How can I smile the same smiles,
When life brings me nothing but tears,

I wondered for so long,
What reason you had to smile that long,
To keep smiling though troubles come,
And still remain sweet and silently overcome,

It's such a mystery to me,
Your smiles from heaven with glee,
I adore and yet envy thee,
But I'd rather you smile those at me,

I feel happy when I see you smile,
Even if I'm sad and lonely,
Your smiles bring me somewhere,
I don't even know where,

But it was you,
You gave me the reason to smile,
To smile with no reason,
To smile for a smile,

I guess life is just like that,
We need not a reason to smile,
For a smile is the reason itself,
To rejoice and open-heartedly give thanks,

I learned to smile because of you,
Because your smiles bring me joy when blue,
It proves how well and powerful,
A simple sweet smile can become so beautiful,

Smile for the sake of a smile,
Smile for the sake of happiness,
Smile for the sake of life,
Smile because of hope left in life,

Smile my friends,
Smile for me my Love,
Smile those same sweet smiles,
Smile so the world can be a peaceful dove... ;-)

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My logic of life

My logic of life:
1) Live and Let Live: I believe in live and let live policy. Everyone in this world, like you have the equal right to live and do accept and respect this fact. But I don believe in "die and let live", where you sacrifice everything of yours to see others prosper.
2)Treat others the way you expect them to treat you, in short "Give shit, Get shit": I treat people well and mostly I've a smile plastered on my face. I believe that what you give is what you get and If I ignore someone.... I don care a damn about them.
3) Be transparent: I love to be transparent, an open book where people can decipher me. I hate it when people are way too opaque and undecipherable. I just opt not to decipher them a all.
4) First Impression is the best impression: from my past experiences, I do agree that this is the crappiest principle and it is never true, But first impression do last long in my memory and I judge people based on that.
5) East or west Friendship is the best: According to me friendship is the ultimate relation two living beings can share. We have no choice over our family, mother , father or siblings, But we choose our friends.
BLINGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The message of Bhagavad Gita

Dear friends,
I thought for a while about what to blog. Then I rounded with a shloka from Seemad Bhagvad Gita. I feel that the complete essence of this gift to humanity can be put in just four lines from the book of life. I consider Bhagvad gita as a guide to lead a happy and willful life, that which could guide you to take right decisions without hurting anyone. Humanity can prosper only if you "live and let live" and "if you do to others what you expect others to do to you".
Before I pen it down,
I pray to you to Sree Bhagavad Gita Mata, with due respect and love for the wisdom that you have bestowed on us through you.
" Sarva dharmat parithyajya
mamegam sharanam vaja
Aham thwa sarva papebhyo
Mokshayikshami ma shuja!"

Lord Krishna says: "abandon all dharma and simply surrender unto me (abide in me), I shall forgive all your sins and deliver your soul moksha"

I know this is not the finest way of putting these words. My only goal is to spread this message.

May the world live in peace!!

Why I hate Gandhi???

Many might think am crazy or am one of those fanatic Hindu activists. But I am not. I am fully aware of what I am writing and its not scrap.
Reasons why I hate Gandhi:
1) Gandhi misinterpreted AHIMSA- Himsa is when one kills the other for selfish interest or because of jealousy. It is never himsa when you kill a person for the victory of DHARMA. If this statement is untrue, BHAGVAT GITA, the book which Gandhi referred to, itself holds no value. All the incarnations of Lord Vishnu will remain unjustified. It is our duty to fight when ADHARMA takes over DHARMA, so as to reinstall it.
2) Gandhi was an amazing politician, not greedy of money, but greedy for FAME- Gandhi was one guy who misused AHIMSA, just for FAME. What he wanted was fame and not money this is exactly what Indians dint see in him.
3) If he was alive, we would have seen India split into a hundred small countries or kingdoms. We would have lost the hindu heritage and culture. He would have sat for yet another sathyagraha if some community had raised their voice for separate country.. after all peace and non violence was his tools. He would have subjected the whole country to his emotional blackmail of “sathyagraha until death” mantra.
4) He split India into two – India and pakistan (it is not that I am unhappy about our division, I am unhappy over very much a materialistic issue- loss of land). One third of our land became a foreign land over night and above all these and the atrocities done by muslim league in pakisthan against hindus, Sikhs and budhists in their territory, he wanted Indian government to spare them 550 million rupees from then Indian treasury.

I really appreciate the mastermind behind the Gandhi assassination, not for the heinous crime of killing a human, but for terminating the sathyagraha-blackmail cancer to which our whole political system had to enslave itself to.(I wish this had happened a few days before the Indo-pak divison.)

Also I have read a lot about Godse… Both good and bad. But I feel he was genuine and a better scholar than Gandhi himself. Godse knew the right essence of BHAGVAD GITA. He was a social reformer and a well read personality with clear vision about HINDUSTAN. His action of killing Gandhi lead to 1) end of single jury, single judge-gandhi scenario in India 2) It held high the aggressiveness in Indians (or else, with the non-violance crap of Gandhi, we would have all become eunuchs) 3) He ended the non-violance scrap of Gandhi which, if we had not given up, India would have never developed into a superpower of 21st century.

I do not consider Gandhi as father of our nation.. he is father of pakisthan. Many may not agree if I say that Godse would be a better choice for that caption. But today’s India is definitely a fruit of his thoughtful act.

To end this blog.. Godse was hanged under the law of land or law of India and it was done by the government of India which was congress lead government, who consider Gandhi as their most reverent leader and the father of the nation. If it was so, they have held Gandhi values high above by hanging Godse at red fort, which itself is an act of non-violance!!!

Suggested reading : http://ngodse.tripod.com/defense.html (Text of Nathuram's Self Defense)
JAI HIND!!!!!

I am a Proud Indian.. Are u one????

The evening was pleasant and I had just woken up. Since I had to cook, I decided to get into the kitchen. Here in Sweden, people do not talk much. Though they are very friendly and gay people, they do not make much noise. kitchen is the only place where I meet at least one or two of my corridor mates, but it is impossible to cook when there is no one to chit chat with. So I plugged in my ear phones of my ipod n pressed the play button. The first song was from fashion, n I liked it. It kept going for 5 minutes and I was busy chopping onions. Soon a very familiar music started off. It was our national anthem. I dint want to change it, cos I missed the great song so much. All the memories of India sprang in to my brain. I was in attention. There were tear drops in my eyes. I dint have time to think about the embarrassment. I just let the great feeling fill inside me. I felt really great. There was a collage of things that occupied my mind and I realised that it was not my family that I missed. But it was my country. The land of ultimate freedom, the land of diversity. The moonsoon, the smell of the soil, the dust, the food, everything. I missed everything.

Now let me get back to something that had happened a few weeks back. I was having a nice conversation with one of ma Swedish corridor mates and he was too inquisitive about India. To be honest, it would not be incorrect to say that I ran short of words or It could be that I dint know where to start from. Seeing my excitement and the glow (it is not that I had some florescent dye on ma face)on my face, He said “I think you are in love with Inida” and I dint deny it, cos its true. N he asked me why. The reason was obvious, India is my country; but according to me I don’t think I need a reason to love my own country. He also asked me “why are you so proud of being an Indian; I think India does not have much infrastructure and India has lot of poverty”. I knew, all what he knew about India was that we have 40% of the people under poverty line (A picture of India that slumdog millionaire has left in their minds) and there are innumerable number of diseases and epidemics spread like crazy and that we are the second most populous country in the world. I was a little furious at him because, he might have never even thought that India has the fourth biggest army, its one of the fastest growing economies in the world, we have indigenous weaponry and nuclear facilities. We are one among the eight countries to have nuclear submarines and our nuclear fecilities are far better that many in the league. Our ISRO is world renowned, we have multiple use satellite lounch vehicles and we have commercialised space technology. To add to the credit, like our anscristors invented “SHOONYA” or Zero, our own ISRO has discovered water on moon’s surface. Our IITs and IIMs and our school system of education is on par with or better than that of many western countries. So I told him, we do have infrastructure in India, but not found extensively like in Sweden and that the completion in India is very high. The young India that world see today had to rise from the ashes to make what it is today. But how India has evolved from the pre independent days is worth being proud of. Besides all the challenges (of poverty, terrorism, threats from neighbouring countries) we could still bring about a synchronised development. I do not deny that things could have been better, but things could have been worse too. (For example - look at our beloved brother country pakisthan or Myanmar). His next question was “ Then why are you here in Sweden”. “I am here to learn the latest technology and to take it to India, so as to contribute effectively to its growth and development”. I have the same vision as most of the other Indians who are abroad. And I salute every one of them who has renounced well paid jobs in the US and other countries so as to help our country develop.

Well after reading this blog, many might think am an emotional drama king. I don’t care about it. Its alright to let your emotions out ones in a while. And there might be a hundred Indians who feel “ what the hell! India is a rotten place, it has nothing to offer me’ (you rather say- I am useless, I rather blame it on my country). So dear buddies, It is high time you realise these facts and walk with ya head held high. We are second to none and be proud of this nation which has not changed under any pressure, let it be domestic or international. All great civilizations have changes under tremendous pressure. Greek, Egyptian and the Iranian civilization succumbed to the pressure. But our great country, besides the multi dimensional invasions, remain the same and we have evolved for the betterment by not compromising our identity. Be a proud Indian.

“Mera Bharath Mahan”

Jai Hind!!!