Monday, January 31, 2005

मुर्गी माँ

MS – Office XP में राष्ट्भाषा का उपयोग आनंददायक है।

मै पहली बार इसे उपयोग कर रहा हूँ।

मुर्गी माँ

छोटे छोटे नन्हें बच्चे,

कुछ झुठे, कुछ सच्चे,

ठुमक ठुमककर चलते हैं,

बीच में इठलाती मुर्गी माँ ।

मिट्टी-बालु खोद-खोदकर,

दाना-कीङे ढूँढ-ढूँढकर,

सिखाती जाती चूजों को,

खुद कम खाती मुर्गी माँ ।

कुछ कमजोर छोटे चूजे,

फँस जाते झाङी के पीछे,

दौङकर खोज निकालती उनको,

फिर गिनती करती मुर्गी माँ ।

देखकर आते दूर कुत्ते को,

छिपाती कोने में बच्चे को,

जोर-जोर से चिल्लाकर तब,

सावघान करती मुर्गी माँ ।

जव कोई उसके चुजे पकङे,

या फिर पिजङे में ही जकङे,

पता नहीं कहाँ से आती ताकत,

तब मुर्गा बनती मुर्गी माँ ।

Blood Groups and Compatibility

Blood groups are named after ABO method.

ABO type is related to the three alleles of the gene , i ,A, B.
ii gives type O. AA, Ai gives A. BB, Bi gives B. AB gives AB.

Rh factor:
Rhesus factor or (Rh factor indicated by + or -) is named after Rhesus Monkey, first known in 1940 in Rhesus Monkey :-). Rh factor is present in the surface of red blood cells. Rh+ positive donor is a mismatch for the Rh- recipient of the same group.The converse, i. e. if there is Rh- donor and Rh+ recipient from the same group, is acceptable.
( Note: The current research is being done to make all groups compatible to each other)

Below is the table of donor and recipient type of all Blood Groups ( X means compatiblity).

Saturday, January 29, 2005

Get a Free Favicon !!

Before you read this post you can see a favicon in the location bar of this blog. You are seeing an image of a colourful heart. It took me 1 hour to create it. Thanks the company who provided the software free of cost. The favicon gives distinct look to the web address in the location bar as well as appears in the tabs of the browsers to give the website’s look more professional. Every art, poem and story tells more than just colours and words. To me the reason of choosing a heart as favicon is it’s associatively with love and as a synonym of my name too. Any one’s heart always wants to be in pleasure. So I have tried to put all the seven colours in it to symbolise the pleasures. Although in such a small dimension some colours are used in less quantity. Giving it a three dimensional look was again a challenge. My aim towards my arts, poems, writings and even music is to communicate to my audience and visitors.

You too can create yourself such a favicon. Or you can get made it professionally from the favicon experts. Try it or one more alternative is here. Describe your chosen theme ( Please avoid natural scenarios as a theme :-D) of the desired favicon in the comment or my yahoo-id. I will do my best to make one and give you the relevant HTML code (favicon location embedded in it).Then you have to only add the HTML code in your blog template, so that the created favicon will appear in your blog for ever (Of course you can test it before posting on the site). Yes for my readers it’s free service. Do hurry ! Limited Editions from Prem’s art gallery :-).

Sell me your sweater

I have a great business plan. I want to do business of sweaters to compete with Monte Carlo. Now I shall start purchasing sweaters and stock them at a hired go down. Year after year the number of sellers will increase because earth is getting warmer each year. And each year the cost price for them will also decrease. Already the average global temperature has increased. Fortunately, the rate of temperature increase continues, the average temperature will rise by 11 degrees Celsius across the globe. The polar ice will melt down and all coastal towns will be submerged in sea. Then our eyes will open and we will do everything to bring back the normal temperature of the earth and the winter season will exist again. Then I will start selling the sweaters. The ordinary sweaters will be sold at the rate of Monte Carlo.

Coming to the point, 1,00,000 computers (131 computers from India ) across globe participated in global research to predict the global warming masterminded by Oxford University. If you believe, the Environmental Sustainability Index disclosed at World Economic Forum in Davos, our India is ranked 101 in the list of 146 countries. Higher the rank more faulty is the country. The next booming global China is at 133. Hindi-Chini Bhai-Bhai! The indicators used by the Yale and Columbia university scientists were air quality, biodiversity, and efforts to improve the environment.

If you still want to use your sweaters, migrate to countries like Finland, Norway, Uruguay or Sweden because they don’t contribute to global warming.

Still you don’t want to sell your sweaters then here are more notices for you.
Famous scientific journal “Nature” published from London states that the temperature surges will be much higher than worst-case scenarios that have so far been drawn up.Myles Allen, a member of Oxford team quotes: “The danger zone is not sometime in future. We’re in it now.”

Before thinking about this business it’s our business to check up the Kyoto protocol too.
Kyoto Protocol: A pact agreed by governments at 1997 UN conference in Kyoto, Japan to reduce the amount of green house gases emitted by developed countries by 5.2 percent of 1990 levels during the five year period 2008-2012. A total of 122 nations have ratified or acceded to it.

So it’s legally binding? It is binding once 55 per cent of the signatories which must, between them, represent 55 per cent of developed countries’ carbon dioxide emissions. Kyoto has surpassed the requirement of signatories but has so far only received pledges from nations representing 44 per cent of total emissions. US president George Bush pulled out in 2001(He got elected again!) arguing that Kyoto was too expensive and unfairly excludes developing nations. The united state is the biggest polluter with 36 per cent share.

How will it be enforced?
If countries emit more gases than allowed under their targets at the end of 2012, they will be required to make cuts, and 30 percent more, in the second commitment period which is due to start in 2013.

Does every country have to reduce emissions by 5.2 per cent?
No. only 39 countries – relatively developed ones – have target levels for the 2008-2012 period. Each country negotiated different targets, with Russia aiming for stabilisation at 1990 levels and the European Union taking an 8 per cent cut.

So how are they doing so far?
Most countries are lagging behind their targets under Kyoto. In European Union only Britain and Sweden are on track.

So will you sell your sweater to me or you will be my business partner? And if we don’t start the business immediately, we must think something towards global warming, such that this business never starts.

Friday, January 28, 2005

When ego breaks

Last month, one night around 11 pm, I was immersed in my books and keyboard.

“Prem…” Ma was calling me. Usually Ma does not call me while I am studying. So It was surely some necessary call from Ma. Although her voice was calm as usual, and I had seen her reading on the bed before coming to my room. I did not panic. I got up from the chair and attended her call. I understood that she will tell me some work to do. As I reached there she was closing the book, which she was reading. She had still some pages to read from “Vaitarini” which we got from NBT, Kolkata shop. She was going to sleep now because she had morning schools next day.

I had already finished the book. So we discussed some of the literary aspects of the book. As we finished talking she gave me spectacles to keep on the table and told me to switch the light off. I was aware that because of these works only she had called me. When a child grows up, he has some innovative ideas to follow and these ideas have contradiction with the ideas of the experienced persons. Me and Ma are no exception at few times in this regard although we both have a great understanding.

As I was taking the specs of Ma from her to keep on the table, I told her that she can put it near to pillow too at times, as I do for my specs. Ma leaves no chance to make me perfect human. She told me about the importance of specs and always keep it in the case or a safe place when not being used. She also told me about the wearing and taking the specs off with both hands. After I heard everything from her, I accepted my habit of wearing specs with one hand and taking off same way. While I was telling, I also demonstrated this and was going to tell that I never had any problem with this habit. I took off my specs with my left hand as my habit. I succeeded to do it and frame was safe in my hand. Ting!!!!!!!!!! Some thing has fallen on the floor it was my right glass from the specs frame. I bent down on the floor to pick it up, and it had broken partially. I was dumb struck. My ego to contradict elder’s suggestion had broken down. My face reddened. Ma did not smile or got angry. She told in sorrow “Ah! Bhenge gelo” ( Ah! It broke down). She did not told me much since she knew well that the sound of breaking glass was as loud as lightening for me with a thunderstorm. Rather she was feeling sorry for my glasses. She had remorse and told me that because of her only it broke down, had she not called me, my glass would not break!
She knew that something much harder than glasses had already broken.

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

26 January in Captivity

You must have seen the flag hoisting at the offices, homes and of course Lal Kila. Today I would like to tell about the Flag hoisting inside a Jail, the feared and neglected building of our society.
In Jails there is a flag at the entry which is hoisted daily as done in our Parliament House and Rastrapati Bhawan. On 26th January and 15th August, the Jail superintendent hoists the flag there. The prisoners can’t see the proceedings but once hoisted they can see the height where the National Flag flares. Inside the Jails, there are more flags to be hoisted there. Indian Jails were mostly built in British period, with red bricks thick high walls. On this day the inside roads of the jail are coloured with various coloured lime. The prisoners seem to give red carpet welcome to the Republic Day. The cleanliness is exemplary like our corporate offices to one’s surprise. The flower gardens bloom and the flag is ready to be hoisted inside the garden or the open place for the main prison place. Every morning, the prisoners are out of their barracks until they had their meals. So at the flag hoisting time they gather at one place. Unlike movies not all jails have white dresses and caps. They wear normal dress as we do.

The prisoners don’t form queues there, they surround the flag. Some of the prisoner’s are well versed with the national anthem, but most are not. Why should they be expected to be so? After all they are the part of our society which forms the majority of such people who don’t know the full national anthem. Any festival inside the jail is a matter of big rejoices. Once the flowers from the flag fall on the earth they clap big hands. Might their faces become more hopeful for a better and civilized world. Some of the prisoners are smart enough to lead the social activities there. Be sure that the national anthem will never be synchronized among them. If one side of the crowd finish the anthem and the other side will still be singing “Gahe tab jaya gatha…..” . But some prisoners, who know the partial anthem, will be humming in between. Wait for sweets, distributing sweets is not an easy thing there. The so called miscreants are always challenge taking people. It’s our society and the circumstances who could not utilize their potentials or they them selves couldn’t feel the capacities lying within them. So devoid of joys, relatives, own soil’s smell they will surely enjoy the festival sweets distribution and may some conflict arise then. So the sweet distribution is done afterwards all the hoisting are over in a disciplined manner.

Once finished the celebrations at main place inside the jail the superintendent goes to the inner women cell which is a more secured jail inside the jail. Before entering the women’s cell the guard shouts “Hosiyaar” 3 times and the officials enter there. The prisoners who are fathers can’t keep their kids with them but mothers can keep the kids with them. This is one of the situations when I tell that the gender equality will never exist in the world.
The female prisoners are more nicely dressed using their limited resources compared to their male counterparts. And they too stand near the flag. And most of them despite sweet voice don’t know the anthem. But on this day inside the forbidden four walls, with officials and a tricolor cloth flying, lime decorations in the floor, and colorful flower petals spread over the floor the women’s cell may feel the festivity. Might the festivity be the mirage of home festival front of their eyes.
And as soon as the hoisting is over, the mirage again gets captivated behind the closed the doors. Almost every prisoner in the red brick wall must be dreaming in their hopeful eyes that some day they will be able to hoist the national flag with us in the open air. The parent prisoners might be hoping that they will be able to buy a small tricolor for Rs. 1/-, for their kids, who may be running today around the schools and offices for few Bundiyas or Jelebis and celebrating 26 January today.

Monday, January 24, 2005

Billu and His Bride

The friend got married, and our share of love and affection did not get divided. Our golden days still exists today, still I find my friends same cordial and jovial as they used to be 10 years ago.
On Friday I went to see Rajeev’s (We call him Billu) bride, at Thakurganj when they have returned after 5 days long marriage ceremony at the bride’s home. From Siliguri I had brought a bouquet of orchid flowers to present his bride. I had not seen Rajeev’s house at Thakurganj so I was enquiring about his home in his colony. It was around 8 pm in night and I found several guys chatting on the roadside in his colony. In colonies, the road standing guys, grocery shop owners, the barbers have enough information about the events in the colony. I asked that guy about Rajeev who got married. He knew Rajeev and to my surprise he also informed me that they had not returned from the bride’s home. But I was informed by Rajeev’s mother on phone to come on friday and if possible one day earlier.
I was thinking about my bouquet which I carried so carefully from Siliguri! Does it look nice to carry a bouquet in a bride less home? I was in a dilemma. Since orchid bouquet remains fresh at least one week, I decided to tell that boy, Munna to keep the bouquet in some known home for a while till I can find out the truth of bride from his home. While he was keeping it to some nearby home, the house owner too confirmed that Rajeev has not returned. Any way I proceeded to his home. I gave my identity to a person and he went inside to tell about me and then a smart guy came out from the room and hugged me so hard, it was my Rajeev. Just keeping me hugged, he asked my reason not coming in Barat and he told me that how much he missed me there. As soon I left the bondage of his arms I told him that I have to come back in just a while. My heart was pounding for my bouquet, I have kept in that home. He kept asking the reason for my sudden return, but I could not wait much time to describe him. Again when I came back with my bouquet and asked about the bride such that I can present it to the couple. But he objected on my presentation that still that day he has not given a single flower to his bride and I was going to give a big bouquet to the new bride. We were laughing. Any way he took me to the room. The bride was sitting on the floor bed with a big ghunghat. Rajeev introduced me to her. I could see her partial face only. I was requested to sit on the same bed where Rajeev’s brothers/sister in laws were sitting. So there started a series jokes and fine humours. Rajeev was still claiming his share of gift. I wonder if Rajeev needs any more gifts than he already got from the Almighty. By the time his mother came in the room and he was complaining about the useless marriage rituals went over at bride’s home. Aunt told him to be prepared for more rituals at his home too. Frustrated Rajeev almost revolted about such useless marriage customs. To make him understand aunt told us a story
“These was Big Yagya performed at the rich man’s house in olden times, the pujas were going smoothly, by the time a cat wandered near to the Yagya place. Instead of chasing the cat some one tied it to a nearby a small pole. Any person who were coming to see the big yagya saw the cat tied to a pole at the yagna place. The yagya finishes in time and people went off. Those visitors again when performed the Yagna at there houses did everything in the same way and they get a cat from anywhere and tie it near to the Yagna place. This custom was followed by the coming generations”.
So Rajeev’s maa is also following the traditions and tying the cat. We kept laughing on hearing the story. Rajeev cooled down. And the bride could not stop smiling and the ghunghat was not so down. She was easy now. Might be she thinking that she got a nice mother-in-law. She talked a little with me too. Rajeev could not resist asking me how I liked her. To reply I asked her whether she has a lot of sisters like her for us (My friends, I cared for you too ).She nodded in affirmation and her smile is worth thousands words. And in my eyes she is beautiful.
And in the next hour I was at their kitchen. My few hours spent there did not seem the shift of phase for Rajeev. He is still the same “Billu” for us.
Our all the best wishes for the couple and may their married life have ever lasting blossom.

Sunday, January 23, 2005

Today for me

I am always happy today. On this day my New Year starts because I travel with the mother earth around the Sun again. The God has provided me another opportunity to spend more time with my co-passengers. I thank the God for feeling myself fortunate and His kind vision on me. On this day my Maa was the happiest person on earth like any other mother on earth. She might have seen the possibilities of her greatest hopes coming true. Her queries to the God were answered today. Today my father might have thought he got another support with him. Today I had seen my father carrying my first red small bicycle to my surprise. I am obliged to my elders for their blessings and my friends and well wishers for the journey I have completed till now.
May some good souls who are fortunate as me for this day, even if they have departed to the final destination, give their blessings such that I can meet them proudly.

Friday, January 21, 2005

Stolen leaves

I have a book of poems which I can’t read. My every attempt to read it becomes a setback. In so many days I have been able to read only few pages of it. Reading the poems gives me pain. The author seems to have stolen my poems, so I feel cheated. Those poems have almost same rhythm and tunes, as I had written in those days under the tree. I wonder if I find the author, should I sue him.
Those poems were written by me under the tree in the barrens when I was crying. I used to write those poems on the falling leaves of the tree. May the author have collected those leaves and arranged them in the book.
I like to cry in the barrens, because I am a man. Men are not supposed to cry in public. If not barrens, pillows become the companions. When I cry, the tears fall on my heart where the heavy stones are kept. These infinite tears are capable of melting them down. Reading those poems may dry out my tears. And the heavy stones will not be able to melt down due to lack of tears.
I feel those heavy stones put on by the circumstances around me and the society I live. The woman inside me wants to cry loudly. I want to shed my tears under the tree in the barren land again. There I shall write again on the falling leaves and recollect those poems again. I shall collect every leave from there, and this time I will not leave any leaf there. Once every poem is recollected on those leaves, I shall open the book and read to see what alterations have been with my poems.
I can’t throw that book because I am a human with my own limitations. Apart from my limited capacity I see more probable things that can happen. May today I shall not find out the tree again. May the leaves not fall now, on which I can write again. May in the barrens the rain start falling and wash out all my tears and melt down those heavy stones and the leaves will become useless for me.
I can’t read the book and I can’t throw it too. I feel angry as well as guilty.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Spikes in Roses

I have planted a flower garden in front of my house.
It has Dahlias, Marigold, Chrysanthemums, Panjee and so many flowers.
The Dahlias and several seasonal flowers don’t have fragrance but I plant them because they look nice and of course the persons who pass by my house are happy to see them most of the time. I never tell them to see my garden but being my house on roadside, travelers see them. I don’t plant them because they should appreciate them but because I feel nice to spend my time and take care of them. Seeing them grown up and flowering looks beautiful and please me.
But I am especially interested in roses, so I take special care for them. These roses are of many variety and sizes. Of course the rose is king of flowers. These roses have spikes too. Some times my visitors could not resist smelling the beautiful roses after holding their stem. While trying to get their fragrance apart from their beauty the spikes pierce in their hand too. And their fingers get hurt a bit. When they get hurt they wish that if roses did not have spikes! I can’t help them. But these wishes are frequent from them. I like the spikes and also get hurt from them because I know someday these stems, which have spikes now, will have buds and full flower stems will grow from them. I could not help myself one day when a frequent visitor of my garden who again wanted to give me lesson about the gardening and was telling me about the spike less roses, I told him to stay away from my garden for some days and if he passes by the nearby road not to see towards it. His eyes had tears.

Monday, January 17, 2005

Run ! Boy Run !!

Yesterday morning, in my hotel room in Kolkata, as I switched the TV on, the coverage of Mumbai Marathon was being telecasted. Around 25 thousands of participants were there and some of them were to participate in 42 kms. of full marathon. Others were to participate in other partial categories of the marathon. The disabled persons, children as well as senior citizens everyone were participating. The professional runners were rhythmic in their running steps, sweating and running like machines. Some of the slow runners were encouraged by the clapping of the onlookers. As I see people clapping and runners getting faster due to encouragement, my eyes started fainting on the TV screen and a vast green playgrounds of a school started appearing before my eyes and a slim boy running uncounted times around it.

A serious Joke:
14 years ago there lived a boy in the Navodaya school hostel. The mornings were as usual as every day. As soon the boys were ready wearing the P.E.T. dress and they have tied their shoe strings firmly, a long whistle was heard coming from the foggy playgrounds. Everyone ran towards the whistle for the morning Physical Education Trainings (P.E.T.) and whoever was left in rooms used to reach at the grounds by the third whistle. In those cold months, the temperature was enough low to put the hands inside the pant pocket. But unwillingly no one could do that because of the fear of being poked fun by the P.E.T. sir, Mr. Amarendra Singh. It was mandatory to run a full round of the playground before physical exercises. Some girls never completed the full round and of course there were some boys too fall in the same category. But most of the students used to complete the round. This boy also used to run one round and occasionally two rounds. That day as soon the physical exercises finished there was an announcement by the P.E.T. sir. It was about the inter school sports meet among the Navodaya Vidylayas of the nearby districts which is popularly known as cluster meet. So the football team and volleyball team member were enthusiastic about the event. This boy could not get selected for any of the school games team. Despite having a strong will power and deprived of the participation in any event this slim boy was searching for the possibilities near to him. So sir was today going to try the athletics team member. There were events of 100m to 800 meters in running category.

After short races trials were completed formally, there came the event of 800 meter trials. The willing participants stood in the starting line. A running of 800 meters were the two rounds of the 400 track made around the playground. Jokingly this boy stood 15 meters ahead of the other participants J . Naturally everyone resisted his position of starting. But the considerate P.E.T. sir asked the boy if he really want to race and he got a positive reply. But sir did not resist his position of starting and he convinced the other runners that let him allow running from his position and he will not be counted in the result of the race. So everybody was ready to run.

On your marks! Get Set! Go!!
The race started, and the boy also ran. He has got a false feeling of being ahead of others and he was enjoying this feeling while running. In long race 15 meters gap is a big difference. He was trying hard to maintain the distance and he maintained it in the first lap. As the first lap was going to finish and second was going to start, everyone reached the point where the race have started and where all the students were standing clapping the hands , few friends of the boy and P.E.T. sir encouraged the boy to keep it up. But running the 400 meters at such a high speed was his first experience, he has lost most of his energy but still a second lap was there. The clapping and encouragement revitalized the remaining energy. He continued the second lap and as he was in the midway of the second lap the leg muscles were aching badly, mouth was wide open gasping air, a peculiar pain in the chest and stomach started and throat became completely dry. And the lead he got from the last gap was going to disappear. In the last remaining 25 meters of the race Anil Hembrum, the tribal big guy was going to overtake him. Anil’s big strong leaps succeeded to overtake him. Seeing Anil running he tried to run parallel to him. He did not thought of the other star runners of the school behind him. His legs were out of his control while running now. He can see jumping and encouraging guys at the finishing line. He was trying more than his capacity but by the time another guy, Rabbani again crossed him before reaching the finish line.
He stood third but useless! His labour went in vain! It was the precondition before that race that his position will not be counted. He did not claim any thing but he was almost collapsed with tired, aching legs and a pain in stomach. But the day envisaged the rise of an athlete. He had tasted something and this sweet taste of the false success eased out the pain in his body.

Real Race:
Once an experimenter gets the taste of the narcotics first time as trial basis, next time he will not try to experimental basis, he will try to get the same taste seriously at any cost. False winning may be the similar kind of pleasure for him. Next day at the test trials he stood in the same line along with the other participants and P.E.T. sir was surprised to see his courage and appreciated the effort.
Stand on marks! Get Set! Go!!
So this time it was a difficult startup. So today’s result was that he was second from the last. This was his real position in school 800 meters team! But dissatisfied he wanted to get the same position as he got the previous day.
Unlike today, his physique was too slim to compete in such races. He had a burning desire to win. And from that day evening the running tracks were his companion .He used to take 6 to 10 rounds of the ground in evening and 4 or more in morning. His aching calf muscles were not paining any more now but despite being thin, the calf and thighs were getting stronger after daily practice. His diet has increased and in classrooms too some planning were done by his head about the track. He still used to take part in the daily trials and one day he stood third again but now he was real third. So his belief in himself was getting stronger.

The school team:
Being a participant of the cluster meet meant availing facilities like relaxation in attending classes, double protein diet in mess and extraordinary participant feelings among the other friends and many management works.
So on the final selection day as the race started and there were more participants than the other normal days of trials. Some of them really did good practice along with him. So as the final selection race started, he again made his favorite leading gap and maintained it until last 100 meters. Although the runner’s feet don’t remain in his/her own control in the times of running the last moments. The strong will power, confidence and tricks of bending body forward works out. For him too it worked out and he came second and Rabbani third by a difference of one second. So he was feeling much happy now with heavy breathing and still jogging. The P.E.T. sir was the happiest person like the other friends of the J.P.House to which he belonged. He was the part of the school athletics team now, which he dreamt 15 days ago.

Practice! Sleep and Diet!

Text books were given rest until the clusters meet finish.

Clusters meet Day:
His school was the hosts of the clusters meet this time, so he already had various tasks other than practicing like to arranging various things for the participating guest schools. On the day of his event in morning he participated less in the management works and took a normal breakfast. But he could not sleep well in the night, he saw himself running and flying on the ground in dream. He became little annoyed with this dream. An unknown fear had entered his mind.

The event of 800 meters started around 10’o clock. Selection of tracks are done after lottery and he was given the last track which one have to run for the first 400 meters only then only everyone can come to the first common lap. No problem! He was calm and he swallowed water and started off to his track. The whole school is there and the event’s guest is Sengar Sir, his favorite teacher.
The participants from other schools were bigger and stronger than him and some of them looking fierce too, some had already started jogging and some were doing exercise and some were wearing nice spiky shoes and he did not had such shoes. Any way he had to run today.

On your marks! Get Set! GO!! And Firing was done concurrently.
He has started with a better speed today. The last lap has some psychological disadvantages of going wider laps. But he was covering the track as soon as he can complete. But as soon the second lap started a boy from some other school was coming first with amazing speed. But Anil, the best runner of his school took over that other guest runner. On seeing Anil overtaking that guest runner he also overtook him. To succeed is hard and maintaining success is harder. It was more difficult to maintain the speed above the guest runner. The friends were shouting loudly which can be heard. The juniors’ class students were shouting “Bhaiya - Bhaiya” and surely they might be praying to God. His heavy breaths seemed to collapse the lungs and jaws stuck wide open and the last leap fall on the finishing line but alas the guest boy have already put his leap just before him. And result was Anil first, the guest boy second and he third. So host school won two medals in the same event. The winners were carried on shoulders by the friends and he was feeling stronger than all the big boys participated there. Incidentally the place where the medal giving ceremony was organized was the same place where he jokingly started the race ahead 15 meters of others! Accolades started pouring in. Sengar sir was happy like P.E.T. sir .He was so surprised and complemented “Hey you can run I am very much happy today”. He was putting the bronze medal of sports meet 800 meter event around the neck of his favorite scientific model making boy. Now the boy was feeling more confident among his friends.
And in the next house elections he was selected as he vice captain of the house. And participation in the state level event was the next milestone he reached in the same year.

He is still running today but on a different track. Run! Boy! Run!!

Saturday, January 15, 2005

The real life firewalls

Everywhere apart from the computer life, I can see a firewall in every second of the life. The firewall becomes inevitable to lead the life. But what makes me concerned that where does it exist and why does it exist.
The situation becomes difficult when two or more firewalls are to be constructed on the same place.
Approximately one year ago during a chat in yahoo the other person was probable some girl from Philippines. During the chat about painting and hobbies once I called her dear, a sudden reply came about this word that why I called her dear since she is not my girlfriend or relative. I was shocked. I have a general tendency to call anyone dear without thinking of the sex or age of the person.
So a firewall was being constructed there. I gave my clarification to her that you are like my other friends or relatives or any one else on the earth to whom I love and being a girlfriend is a far away thing. She accepted my feelings and still she is on my contact list. Even being firm on my principle I fear to call anyone dear, I have formed a firewall around me during chats.
Yes, why the love word is used here should not be a question.
Although it does not take more than 10 minutes to be accommodated with a new place or person may be it’s due to my inherited nature. I can be like a family member within 24 hour in any family I enter as a guest or friend.
But when I see reservation regarding the distance being formed, I can feel a firewall. But many a times these firewall I have succeeded to put water and vanish. But I think why I fail to see the firewall around people? And how many firewalls I have to form more as the life goes on?

Friday, January 14, 2005

Makar Sankranti Greetings

My Dear Visitors,
Wish you my greetings on the pious occasion of Makar Sankranti, Pongal and Lohri.
May our Indian customs bring prosperity in our lives.

A relevant posting on my earlier blog dealing with some cuisines of north india is this link.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Mridu and I

Today in the morning, when someone opened the main gate and my sister Pinki went there exclaiming “Babu”. My face gleamed with joy. So a Dennis the menace arrived here. And this Dennis is my Mridu, my nephew (Didi’s only son). They came by the morning train which today reached in time. Now he is two and half years old and enough honest to recall me. This time he came here after 3 months. And he can speak some kind of Bhongali language, which seems to be a mixture of Bhojpuri and Bengali. His parents reside at Ara (Bihar). He has learnt more Bhojpuri from the neighbour’s kids than Bengali. We were just laughing at his activities and language. He found out all of his toys at our home which he used to play with, during his stay here for 10 months. He was in our care when didi was at BHU. Now today his toy tube-well (hand-pump) has non-ending supply of water to serve everyone in the home. So everyone took more than 10 glasses of water (air) from his tube-well. For me I could not count the number of glasses. Being a cold season I was inside the quilt to play hide and seek with him.
So if you tell I am childish some time, I honestly accept it. And his childish plays and pious attitude reminds me something. I think if Mridu will grow, will he remain same kid for me or matured one to talk in a reserved manner? Will he play with me in the same way? This kind of thinking strengthens my attitude towards my elders for whom I used to be the same kid. So if I expect Mridu to be same innocent for me after 20 years, don’t my elders expect same for me? So I am still childish with my grandma, who is luckily at our home these days. I am mamma’s boy, it’s only because I am still a Mridu for them. The elders in front of whom, I learnt to creep and due to their upbringing only I am here with their blessings. I accept the missing innocence in myself but I am still a Mridu.

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Chareiveti - A Hindi Poem

Monday, January 10, 2005

(Un)Developed Browser Technologies

Are you using a good browser, if yes what is it’s name?
I am asking this because:
The technology is evolving leaps and bounds. The machine and software improves overnight. One technology is complementing as well as supplementing the others.
The software versions are improving. Improvements are in the sense of more facilities and less bugs.
For example Internet explorer (IE) and Netscape Navigator (NN) and few others popular web browsers are still trying to upgrade their versions to make them more user friendly. No doubt NN is more powerful browser and on the other hand IE is the more popular and Mozilla is sidelined despite goodness. Today some developer is using a technology the overnight it’s adopted by the others. If one supports frame other tries to trap it. The need of JavaScript support was a reason of frequent updating of the respective browsers. Again CSS (Cascading Style Sheets) appeared to make the presentation of the material stylish. But it is still bad enough for Microsoft‘s soft guys (of course girls too) to parse the CSS code successfully for their IE’s latest version. One can easily tell that the appearance of the same web page changes as the browser changes. If we start thinking from the view of the developers of these browsers, there is various needs of so many compatibilities like JavaScript, CSS, JVM, graphics, screen types, Operating System and Resolutions of different monitors, etc. Each one changing frequently and more additions of add-ins come and the browser has to be compatible with each thing successfully. And once it is developed it must be available in freely J downloadable form. The situation becomes hard for so called soft personals developing it. Foxfire (a Mozilla based browser) supporters wait till the version number increases from 1.0 to some bigger floating point number. After all crossing hurdles at first attempt is not expected by any browser (even the cleverest Fox). Beware of a Thunderbird (e-mail application) which is flying above it. It may attack your “Outlook”ing e-mail application birds to vanish. But there is no harm to experiment it in parallel.
Last days I felt the need of the general consciousness about the browsers when Unicode characters failed to display properly and CSS was working weirdly in the IE and same was correct in NN.
So to make a general consensus about the browsers what we (bloggers) are using please let me know what type of browser you are using. Please invest one more minute ( Already your few minutes got wasted reading this blog) of your precious time for telling me This survey is being done on the “global readers” of mine and all of them can be counted on fingers :-). Okay we may shift to other browser from one which we are using but why can’t we improve our visibility after using better browser based on the comparison. Your piece of information will be useful for all of us in future too.

Saturday, January 08, 2005

When good Blogs fails to express!

Good thinkers are having great quantity of grey matters in their brain. They have a very good logic too in their brain. They are prompt to reply and tell a lot of things to prove their point. And there are bloggers who are good thinkers. But everything turns useless when his fellow readers fail to understand his writings. This is not because his blogs have worthless topics the content is fine but they lack the expression capacities. The reasons can be stated as the “direct link” between the complex circuitry in their brain and the blog they write. Complexity of their brain gets directly reflected in the blogs. The flow of the thoughts exists, but they sometime form the uncertain Tsunami waves going to many directions without any productivity. These waves of thought at last may hit the coast of disclaimer or the blogger will use some adjective for own brain. The lexicon is surely an asset for such blogs but the words used, is again useless when people are not able to interpret their contextual meaning. The matter becomes ambiguous too when it mixes with long sentences.
I had made one painting on Tsunami and one of the comments was for more clarity. My Turing Machine (my blog) accepted that and I tried it in my next painting. Each brain is unique in ideas but until we are able to express them successfully the medium of communication fails.
And many of the blogs I see fall in this category. Unlike earlier, now I may not get trapped in these complex blogs. But fact is like majority of the readers, I like to read the blogs, which are lucid to read and transparent. The blogs which tell many things at the same time are good and the blogs which tell one thing clearly at a time are better. It’s about not to mix up the complexity of the thoughts with the simplicity of the medium of expression. Such that it will not require any more clarification on the same blog after the comments starts appearing on the blogs.

Friday, January 07, 2005

Disclaimers and Blogs

Movies start with disclaimers. Software is installed after accepting disclaimers. Newspapers and such media different have disclaimers on the published material. To me in these contexts the uses of disclaimers are justifiable. But it’s difficult to digest the frequent disclaimers in the blogs. To prove it I wouldn’t put any disclaimer here.
My blogs are my personal diary, magazine, or to be book like any other blogs. It contains the authentic text or drawing from my pen/brush to express myself freely on the free space available to me. The contained obtained from other sources are given proper credit before presenting. The personal expressions should be given ample opportunity to be expressed. These blogs have great potential to give/take the direction in which we think leading towards an unseen perfection. If my blogs hurt you or pleases you let it happen. My thoughts are clear and comes my heart .I need not write disclaimers to make is more clear and appreciable.
Let’s hurt each other. Let’s please each other. Let’s ventilate and share our thoughts with a rare use of disclaimers. This is needed for better communication of course after choosing better words at our discretion and the readers must be open minded to accept the diversity of thoughts.
Any comments ?

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Kamalahasan Speaks – and I like that

In a column, Kamalahasan spoke of himself in the Telegraph- ETC, 31st Dec, 2004 issue. I would like to share it with you .

On self: I am first a fan of Kamalahasan. You must appreciate what you are doing. Tell me, when do you become a respectable person in society? When you start respecting yourself .That is when you take care of yourself. That is when you comb your hair, groom yourself and cleanse your body. You do all this because you respect yourself. You may not wear a dress because you may not look good in that. My being a fan of Kamalahasan is also like that.

On criticism: I might even agree with the person if it is sensible criticism. There are some people who criticize because they have to do to. Icon-bashing is the greatest of all sport. I can spot that at once.

On Performance: Very easy. If you kept criticizing yourself, the zenith of it is suicide , You hate yourself so much that you are you are ready to kill it . Yes, I said ‘it’ and not him or me. So criticism is easy. Some people suffer from it because they don’t know when to stop criticising. It is like eating sweets. You must stop when to stop.

On filmmaking: No profession is as versatile as this one. If you ask me how many days I work in a week, I would reply I don’t work. It has been nearly 20 years since I worked. Acting ceases to be work because I enjoy it. But it feels like working when I do bad work, especially when I know it is bad …. I am a fan of cinema. I am so fortunate that it also happens to be my chosen profession. That happens very rarely.

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Cool Vs. Cold Buddies

The unconventional trends regarding the dresses, behavior and languages get noticed easily and become objects of criticism by conventionally called cold (not cool) persons. The “cool” persons along with their cronies follow some unconventional trends due to influence of other cultures as experiments or to set themselves apart from the crowd. But sometimes these un-conventions become trend in long run. Dupattaless salwar suits and fitting jeans dresses were not very much popular with our parents or grand parents. Now in the 21st century it does not matter at all when the girls are wearing T-shirts and jeans. It is acceptable now. The accent of talking has also changed. In this cyber-era salutations are summarized by Hi - Hello. The sense of elder - younger is a rare thing. I think we are just the conventional resistors towards the non-conventions, which is taking place in the dress code as well as language. The transformers follow the non – conventions. We have accepted changes in some of the dresses and language compared to the past generations. We are fitting the measurements not measurable by them. So shouldn’t we be prepared to see more transformations in near future in our kids and grand-kids influenced by the powerful media and western culture and which will be beyond our control?

Saturday, January 01, 2005

New Year's Greetings to all my Visitors

Dear friends,
May the New Year brings Joy, Prosperity and Good luck for every one of us.