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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 .:)

What a Wry Story??

Some People Are Alive Only Coz Its Illegal To Kill Them.

Yez this statment surely explains what i got for those sly (Thats the least i can cl them in public :D) teachers of ma colg.I nevr knew being one of the union members of a colg urge you to listen to all those frivolous things the superiors gotoo say.

Everyting hapened after that week of hardwork of ours. i stil remember those sleepless nites nd those foodless days i had.It ws a week full of fun.Our colg call it "Cultural Week".whatver week it was, i like it for making me learn d lesson of how cheap lecturers of a colg can be , nd i hate it for making me hear to al those yaps of the lecturers.

It ws 4th nov,the day wen those dancers of our college had to compete. If i remember rite, i Guess we had around 18 teams for the competition. Fortunately or Unfortunately i decided to watch the entire show.I was hapily sitting on d ground with ma seniors, juniors, and ma batchmates commenting nd making a space for ourselves.

I still remember a girl of some department running down al those stairs of our colg auditorium to me with a complain of the dance whose performanc was going rite thr on stage. aw! To do ma duty i had to take dat effort to make ma leg move who was hapily resting thr after that tired running race lik session in d morning which even included the serving of coffee to the so called lecturers of our colg.

The response i got from the superiors wen i put forward the complain made me pinch maself to see if am dreaming.The complain i put forward ws ignored very cunningly nd easily. Brushing off the entire episode of that favourism nd politics which hapend just before me for the sole reason that the dance performance was from the same department of that of the lecturer to whom i complained .

Feeling all ashamed to admit the fact that i was holding one of those top posts in union of THAT colege who suported such sly nd shameless lecturers, made the real egho in me restless.Fixing it all nd brushing off the entire episode i sat bak with ma friends to watch the show again.

Cultral week got over.. two days bak fortunately or unfortunately, i happen to go to that colg after that week of hardwork. The moment i entered ma bus i started students commenting on the cultural week, nd sme even giving a good feedback about the entire show.

In between those hapiness nd exitment something did trouble me inside. mayb that egho of mine wich bcme restless wen i had to suport the statment of that favoured lecturer that day.

I landed in that so called great college of mine.There was some song competion going on dat day, and i was chosen for hosting the entire show.while hosting i remember that same person whose favourism disturbed me coming ma side. Turning bak i started calling the next lot number nd i really did pretend to act as if i never saw her. while passing by, she stoped gazed at me nd asked me to meet her with the vcp of dat colg,and with the team who raised d cmplain against the dance of her department.

Ma egho bcme restles again nd kept on specifying the word "U Better React". I with the vcp, with the students who raised d cmplain met that so called lecturer. That shameless lady started her yap the moment we reached wich clearly xplained dat she got zero favourism towards dat peculiar dance team.

Yes!! ma egho cudn stand that statment wich made me react a bit high. Her tone of explaining was very sweeet intially , as time passed by it bcme harsh so did the tone of mine chang. Finally we with the teachers landed up in the box like rooom of the Principal.( To xplain the principal i just got i word "Diplomatic").

I Donno how zealous the teachers bcme. Taking it as an opurtunity to react, they made us all feel zombie nd zonked.I donno what a wry eldritch story that sly wrong headed coldhearted female made. She had that imperious tone of hers while xplainig it to the principal. I coldly listend to the entire thing, al confused but stil with scrutiny.I am pretty sure she made this eldritch story with such earnest that i cud see dose glow in her eyes after narrating the entire thing.

All i had was a glimpse about the entire story. But i reacted with wrath once i understood the conclusion of hers. The conclusion dat convinced princi about the favourism i had towards that dance team and the irresponsibilty she faced during that so called cultural week(My face showed dat cold xpression of mine wich changed to immense wrath).

Understanding how egregious a lecturer can be, How imperious a lecturer can be, how alienated a lecturer can make a student feel made me feel all ashamed to say am the Arts Club Secreatry Of dat collg.

Hearing the principal wrangle, and the students seeing me as a wretch made me feel all eldritch.

Walking out of that room wich made ma eyes red with those tears of mine,nd listening those words wich intended to console me made me all down.I thot of changing ma face expression nd i walked towards the hall to host the remaining competitons(hoping atleast that wud change ma mood). On ma way i saw that friend of mine who always hear those live complains i make about those cheap inner politics that go on in dat colg walkin towards me.Wen i started to xplain the entire episode, seeing ma red eyes with tears al over, she tapped me at the bak and she said

"This is not the first time honey!! Our colg is just like dat... Jus a year more!! leave it"

 I Hugged her tite nd we walked together towards that hall to see those cmpetitions.
On our way bak , all she had to say was about her weekend plans with me wich surely made me smile.

I Stil Dont Know

Channels having al those video clips wich made us al sentimental.
Newspapers having the most sensational news they could ever make.
Videos focusing either on the frozen corpse or some politician or celebrity who talks about y they think such an incident ocured.

Everythig seem to create sensation nd everythin seem to b sensational too that day.

' Dat Day ' referes to 30th sept 2009,the worrisome incident wich made us all emotional..The "Thekkadi Incident".. One of the worst incidents kerala have faced.

I kept on presing ma pgm button on ma remote to all those news channels. I cud see news channelz even having debate on the topic "shud the driver b blamed"( i could see some wrangle 2) nd the other having a reporter using all dat sensational language wen the video focused on a father whose son's corpse the entire crew was searching for(It was as if i was watching a entire spectacle).

As time passed by news chaneels got al wrought up. Focusing on the politicians who proudly speaks through that giant mikes fixed in front of them about the money they decieded to give to those who lost thier beloved ones.Videos even focusing on dat happy chat time of politicians in between dat worrisome environment.

Days Passed By ...This incident was different in different people.. For channels a mere news... For some,one of those hot topics they can talk about .. For some a story wich they can give as an exemplar for d quote "past is past".. For Some( who used thier creativity hard) made it into a jest wich i got as sms.

On the other side i could see people writhe nd some pited for thier misfortune.

Wen people have all those different stories they heard or read from newspapers as hot topics to talk about..there is a father crying for his 4 year old baby whose corpse the entire crew was stil searching for ..

Wen people wrangle about whom to b blamed , the passengers or d driver... we have a mother standing al numb by seeing her 2 daughters all covered in white before her on the other side.

Wen the politicians wre proudly announcing about the money they decided to give, i cud see a man who kept on cursing the god in making him 1 of dose who got saved from dat dreadful incident wich tuk away al 9 of them from his family

I dono wen the politicians wil realize dat thr r sme things money can never buy
I dono wen media wil realize dat victims shud b given thier own space rather interviewing a mother who lost her only daughter to make thier news channel the most sensational one(rather giving importance to that mothers sentiments)
I donno wen people wil realize the value of humanity rather making a jest out of it .

I Never Thought selfishness wud go to such an extent whr society wud start playing with others emotions for tags lik "The Best Media", "The Best Leader", "The Most Sensational News" nd so on..

Al i have to say is I Pity Dem All..

To Whom Should I Give The Tag ?

I Donno hw restless i became dat day. i dono wen people wil realize dat girls shud b given thier own space.

I Stil rembr dat zippy get together of ours whr i had al ma family frnds nd relatives around.every1 dressed jazzy nd i was having a very gud time over thr with ma long lost cousins nd friends.Jus then ma mom started introducing her relatives (whose name even she was confused with) to me. And d usual cycle begins whr they asked me wthr i noe dem nd i started acting lik "yeah i do rely noe u ". mom kept on introducing dat i really gave her dat zonked look coz i cud see ma mates enjoying themselves nd i was so zealous to join dat hot conversations ;).

After a while a lady .. a stout lady(now i regret talking to her) came in nd introduced herself to me nd i was lik "oh hi!" nd then she started saying her so called personal details lik wht she s doing,whr her husband is,how many children she has nd all.At dis pt of time i rely cudn find anyting wrong coz i thot she ws jus trying to b friendly but den she started speaking about her son(if i rmbr,who s some engineer). she went on like he is an engineer , he is an engineer, he is an engineer nd i was lik k k i understood dat he is 1 ..stil nt undrstandin wt d big deal is in 1 becming an engineer.

I stil remember she asking me very eagerly bot ma futre plans nd u wudn blive she had dat stunning xpression wich asked "what u gonna get by taking ur pg??"( as if i said smthing so awful).She went on asking me questions(plural very plural) wich i nevr xpect from any1 to ask a girl of ma age.From her pt of view even ma graduation was a waste. she started giving me a yap(yes ,dats d best word i cud use) on hw am gonna spoil ma life by taking a post graduation nd you can imagine how restles i wud have become wen she started xplaining how good it is ,to get maried at d age of 20( i repeat at d age of 20).

she had dat ting in her mind dat education is gona ruin a girls life of becming a good wife( i have seen dis caption as wallpapers "education ruined me",never thot sme1 wud actually support it).First i tuk it as jest but den i cud feel how introvert she was.Ma introspection made me realize the fact dat the lady was so intripid on her point of views.

Her Yap Made Me feel dat she is such a zombie dat i gave her dat joyless look expecting her to understand dat i am rely nt intrsted(but dat doesn really seem to effect her coz she went on nd on nd on)..she even justified her vague opinions lik she wudn allow her daughter in law to work(hw i wish dat no one shud ever bcme her daughter-in-law).she even suported her statment by saying dat even her son feels d same(Aww!!!Dat Shows How feeble-Minded dat so called son is).i cud see dat hieght of proudness on her face by saying such a pathetic statment.She even made me feel her idiocy by xpressing her discomfort in a girls independenc.

I stil cudn beliv dat such jerks even xist with such pathetic pt of views.I Stil remember how fatigue i bcme dat day.But Wen i rewinded the entire episode i really got confused in 1 thing
To Whom i shud give d tag "jerkiest of jerks.." The Lady Or Her Son??:d

Am Stil Yours!!

U said i never understood
wen i knew u misunderstood.

u left me fr such silly reason

nd dats wen i understood d lesson.

wen i walked along the street

i cud hear ma heart beat

each beat had ur name

wished ur heart wud hav dne d same,
stil i wish u to b near
hugging me rite here
saying"baby i love ya more"
wen i noe dats nt gona hapen anymore
stil i hope
stil i dream
Of we being together..
y? every1ask
wen its nt a simple task.
i cnt wipe u from my meomories
wen u left me with mysteries
al i have to say is dat
i am stil yours.