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In Life every Individual gets instigated by something or the other. Say certain personalities or books , or say certain theories or even certain movies,and i wil put myself in that category of those who gets inspired by movies .

This happend on 11th june , i would cal it the "3rd International Documentary And Short Film Festival Of Kerala.The day when most of the renowned film makers would land thier feet in our home towm. The day when every person looked forward for the excitments of the coming 5 days.

I was al excited in the fest getting started,because i with a group of graduates would b working as the function team ( whose job is to introduce the concerned directors , 5 min prior to the screening of that movie ) .

By 4.00 we all were preparing for the "opening ceremony" which was the most important function of the festival.I dont know how vividly they arrange it all.They Would Create a stage like thing(for that 5 days of fest),Stage Being arranged with chairs covered with red velvet like cloth where all those prominent directors with the jury members would be seated and what not.

But to be frank the most exciting part of the opening ceremony was not the way everything was arranged but it was the part where they would show the best movie by the best director.

By 6.00 the function began.Each and every jury member spoke about how they felt after reaching kerala, how well the chalachithra academy had arranged it and about how vividly everything was done.Then comes Rajesh Jala, director of "Children Of Pyre" (which would be shown on that particular function)with a speech on the amount of hardwork he had put in to create it, how moved he was that made him direct a movie like that and how badly he wants the world to watch it.

The ceremony got over by 7.00, i guess by 7.15 or so the movie started. I Dont have words to explain, I Dont know if it is right to cal it a torturous journey, i dont know if its right to say that at times i just couldn look at the screen, i dont know if u people will beleive if i say that i was deeply hurt by seeing it.

The movie portrays the life of seven children who earn thier living by burning the dead in india 's busiest cremation ground Manikarnika in banaras. These 7 children sell those coffin shrouds for mayb a rupee or two in the market to ensure thier surival.Inspite of doing all those cremation riots, those dirty jobs, they becomes the prey for those lewd abuses.

The movie portrays the miserable life of 9 year old kids. Movie showed us how they steal those coffin shrouds to suport thier living, and how they suffer those skin diseases due to those unhygenic surroundings.

The movie shows how they win the game of rat race again and again,How they in this race for survival enjoys that half meal they get from the people, how they in this race for survival face those abuses for being the untouchables, how they in this race for suvival fights for a rupee, how in this race for survival ,an extra coffin shroud brings smile to thier face, how in this rat race, they ignore on the food they eat and the place where they sleep.

People who call them untouchables forgets to realize that , the last riots of thier dear ones are being done by these children.People who cheapily bargain with those children for a rupee or two forgets to realize that,a penny more would change thier meal.People who abuses those 9 year old children forgets to realize that they would be even ready to slaughter those who would even give the slightest stare to thier children.

I,Being a member of the function team of the fest,earn around 3k or 2.5k for introducing the directors which would last for a min or 2 max. Burning Dead for 24*7, tolerating all those abuses, weeping, enjoying and playing to win the rat race what they get is around 50rs and a 10/- more would make a 'U' curve on thier face.

How blessed are we??How much money do we waste?? how good are we treated?? what right do we have to complain??are we aware of all this?? or are we purposefully behaving as if we see nothing?? y do every1 close thier eyes before such sufferers??
People,Including us should start saving a part of the money we spent for those who need it.

For that,
www.planindia.org is something you should log on to.
I say there is nothing more you can achieve in life,if you can bring a smile on thier face.

“ I Trust You Coz I Know You”

Some say love is divine... some say love is d slowest form of suicide?
some belive in love after mariage...
some in love before mariage
nd some in love nd no mariage :D

This is a true story.A Story about Mr Lashe(jus a name).It aint his real name,  obv I cannot reveal that.

This  incident happend a few months back.Yes the 4 lines i have written above is defintly gonna make u understand
dat this entire post revolves around d term love,But i say after readin this post you might think twice before falling for any girl/boy.

I stil remember meeting him wen i was 9 (now am 19..oo 10 long years).A person for whom i always had this great regard for.The only person about whom I could say “ yeah, I noe him well”.The person who always advice about the right person we meet in our life  nd the right relationship we be in. The person who used to scream at me for getting in some trouble or the other. The person whose theories and advices I looked upon.

 This 10 long years made me pretty close him.I had this strong bond with him (starting from my 6^th std) which I could proudly say,still is.. He is that person to whom I could talk about anything and everything in this world .He is that person to whom I could start conversations from where I stopped 3-4 months back.That person to whom I have this high level comfort level while talking.

Months passed by. When his course got over and when he started being that person who used to loaf around in town , calling him and keeping in touch with him was very  easy. He was that person whom I would cal first to tel about anything that happens, starting from that small fights with my teachers to that very complicated problems.

The frequent talks made me understand what Mr lashe is nd viceversa.
.Talks i made with him made me inrtospect him a bit closer.That introspection made me realize the fact that I am not aware of smething (which he wud have thot to b very personal or imp) that happened to him.Pretending to noe nting,pretending to act as if i don see him being uncomfrotable at times, i moved on .

(I should definitely specify the pt that I always wanted to know what it was)

Bieng the part of dat zippy trip with ma family was the time wen he called to let me know about this gf of his (as if i never knew).I pretended to act surprised,pretended to act cold,with dat pride in ma face of acting so well made me listen to what he got to say, with xtra attention.

To which statement(that I had specified in d beginning of this post) shud I put him in? It was smething I never expected him to be in. Not in my wildest dreams did I thought thay he would be in such a dilemma. I had to pinch myself to see if I was actually listening to him??If it was the same person who always made me understand about true love , right person & right relations??

Pretending that it was very surprising( though it really was) , all I had to ask him was “Do You Realy Love Her??”… as always he changed the very topic right there. I got the answer to that very que that very moment.:)

On his journey to b that kind of bf(which he can never be). . I could see him struggle to be one. But then as time passed by I could see him adjust to all those situations, making him understand that he should make her feel special , and he should start telling all those things all those guys around would say to their (what they call) life partners.

Days passed by… Things changed…. I, being that person who knew all that had happened, and seeing this three year elder frnd of mine struggling  to maintain this relation for the simple fact that she was that person with whom he started flirting with for fun. For the simple fact that at the end of the day he was blamed when she took this flirting as a necessity.For the simple fact that he started accusing himself, once he was blamed.

(Even today I feel that he was not that person who should  have actually ben in such big mess coz I think he  deserves the best in his life.)

I could see all those photos of this new couple getting uploaded in fb and orkut in one of their common friends album. Happy in knowing that he could finally cope up with this relation and knowing that he got someone who can really make him feel special. I used to be that frequent visitor of that photos and that person whose comments used to pop up one after the other always for all those photos.

Everything was nice until the real mess came. The real mess started by the realisaton that the person who uploaded their pics never wanted them to be in a relation is that very person who tuk all the pain to get a camera to get their photos uploaded in fb and orkut even when they said a no.The Complete  mess came to an end after knowing that his gf fell in love with her ex bf in between and that she is confused in choosing between the two.

He might have been happy in getting this relation ended  but never for getting the entire blame all over again…But this time the explanation being that she went in seek of love because he never made her feel the way she wants..which later on changed lik “yes Mr lashe, we all including her wanted her to be with the (so called her ex bf), and you were someone who came in her life and went “("oh k .. then y did u actually blame him??" was the first thing that came in my mind , but I had smthing more imp to do rather questioning them for making my friend feel so bad)

She left him so easily , without any word of blame on hers and keeping every sentence end/ start with “ its only because of how  he….” or  “ ..and you know al this happened because of him”.

He was once again single and all ready to explain about the right relation and right person all again. :)(yes I really did hear it all , mayb 1001 times after al this )

Today ,after I finish this post, I know this post would be that one which would definitely make him laugh. :D (am happy that he can actually make a joke out of it J)

But there is something I know, Even though he laughs it off  there is one thing am sure about, that this post would definitely make him think of those friends of his who still accuse him to be that person who made her feel so bad and that person who acted so rude to her(wich they clain to b the reason why she fell in love with her ex all over again) and who actually , in their word would be an exemplar for the word “moron”.

I being that person who know it all , who know what he is and what he went through could jus tell him one thing …just that same thing which made him smile… the same thing which made him feel all comfortable…the same thing  which still hold our relation strong ..the same thing that I will tell him always … the same thing which I wil never regret saying  …that is …                                                      

                                                “ I Trust You Coz I Know You”

The Old Lady

I Was out of my examination hall after writing my last exam. The day I thot of celebrating. The day when i knew even my study table would seems to b so interesting. The day everything in this world seems to b so happening

We walked out of our college with 101 plans and being at al spice being the foremost plan. With no whims quickly finishing the celebration in our college we took a bus... al exited in being @ allspice...and moreover al exited in throwing our question papers out of the bus… and some even making rockets out of the question papers…some even accusing those who had to discuss the answers and some terming themselves as a wretch coz of the marks they lost..
Happily listening to those random songs that ma mp3 player played, I had day thousands of things running in ma mind …. Including the sleep I would have when I get back home…and those promises my mom made to me (which she would have definitely forgotten.
Once our destination was reached,we all got out of the bus..selecting that perfect corner for ourselves , I still dont know what al we ordered coz half of the menu items were rite there on our table.. Comenting on the people next table, commenting on the couple who sat opp to us, commenting on certain foods(wich we ordered to see how it tastes)..the entire lot in that particular place including the waiters wre gazing at us.
For some reason… due to the immediately popped up love I had for ma mother I thought of buying her a cake with the money I had. Getting down al alone...grabing the most attractive cake i saw... making myself sure dat it ws strawberry (the only flavor my mom would eat)… I stood in that queue to pay the bill. The stand next to the bil counter caught my eye on it nd there with the cake was a paket of lays from that very stand
Getting out the place ,and on my way bak to the place where my friends wre sitting…I don’t know from where... there came a lady..a lady who draped the sari in a way that I had never seen before. Her sari was of some blue shade but we should sserach for the shades of blue in that brown nd black patches her sare had al over.. I gues she was not well coz I could see her shivering too…thinking that al she would want to ask was sme way to sme place I went near her…al she asked me was if she could have atleast some of the lays I was having
Completely shocked... al I did was giving her a handful of them from that smal paket of lays...i donno how she gulped the entire lot so fast dat she in her language blessed me nd went.
Watching her walk I could notice that her sari was completely torn wich she herself wud hav termed as subtle.The moment I turned bak ,thr stood an old man, who smiled at me nd complimented me for doing such a thing
Compliment?? I thought to myself with that lays packet which I had held tight in my hand. Pitying myself for not giving that lady the whole packet how can I accept the compliment he gave for my deed. I dint know what was there in ma mind that made me stop from giving her d complete packet.

I went back and sat with my friends. Each one of them commenting on the food they had eaten and the plans they got once they get back home.
On my way back home al I cud think was of that old lady. I dont know how much she would have craved for food that made her ask that to a total stranger like me.i donno how to discribe the intensity of writhe I suffered for not giving her that full packet .I donno if she had got back home safe, donno if she got a home of her own.
Getting bak home ,after teling my mom about the incident that had happened...her reaction of terming that lady as a wretch, the chapter gets closed then and there. Now when I am here to write some article on my blog, I started with her. Once u read it or once I finish with this, that chapter gets closed again…or atmost mite actually pity her for her misfortune and??we al wil turn back to our plans for the day…

Today,wen i recal the entire incidient al i got is  that profound mind of buying her some food if ever I get to see her somewhere in this city again .:)