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The Zoozoo Me

Yes I do not not know its bounty of age or that of marriage... I am adding in myself in very peculiar manner... Maybe its both....

Well as for people who would have seen Vodafone ad's (which I believe every one would have...) the addition in me is happening in similar proportions to the characters in the ad, called zoozoo...

I prided myself with flattest 0f the flat belly line; in fact it was blemishless... it did not have the customary chocolates; incidentally also called abs in various denominations 6, 8, 24.. do not know.. last one was exaggeration.. (again affliction of marriage...)....

So coming back had flat stomach and so much flat that I could have been called emaciated; infact the relative thinness in other areas ; gave that picture...

anyways I prided on it as few people who had single pack in terms of tyres, were so jealous of it..There were so many theories about it... My sitting posture, my way of walking that I use to run (actually was blessed with very short friends who had short steps and my average steps left them way behind).. and so on... But if you get something without pain doesnot last.. and without much pain either I added so much to the middle line.. It's hell of a single bloated pack now... Many theories still abound and sometimes beer, sometimes a russian drink which incidentally is called the biggest rapist (it changes in an instant Virgin Mary to Bloody Mary)... and even marriage... Sometimes some controversy of richness and all... which is actually a hum-bug..

Anyways now am being pushed to the travesty called Gym... It's a conspiracy, a crime against the laziest person on earth.. ( it took ten days for me to type this...)...

Maybe the Vodafone can make me there masket and this acquistion of mine which is so reviled by all, can become an asset for me...

Only threat is my missus... She is sitting in her home for last one month so that I do not get food I am back to being with no pack... Its different matter that her absence is giving me chance to nourish my zozoo asset a bit more... under the wisdom of Old Monks and Learned Russian Drinks, throwing in between a ceratin bird which is such a bliss....

Need to convince her how its an asset... And finally we could be rich.. the hum-bug which is so much propounded now...

Ishqiya

Ishqiya... The Romantic. Or the eternal Romantic. Do not know I believe Movie was good in comparison to what is dished out now days. The song had been creating that anticipation for long. The teaser also gave a good feeling and then, Vishal B as Producer and Music director with Naseer and Arshad added to it. (Arshad I believe is one actor who is amazing and actually he is quiet an unsung one and has not got his due; due to him)...

However, the movie left me wanting for more. The first half was again which built that anticipation... Chaubey had in first half built that amazing warm feeling and I was expecting to be jolted ... It was too good to last....
But then in the next half he just jumped into giving that jolt....The unfolding of plot was not so good... we knew its would happen this way only and that element of surprise was missing..... It felt disjointed.. A bit jerky as if Mr. Chaubey was in hurry to complete the movie.... It was not taut as a thriller should have been...

However as a debut its really good... Vishal as usual in his role of music director was amazing.... I do not have to say about the songs but the background score was amazing too...

I left with a feeling that it had to be more..The movie deserved more... wanted something more... Left a feeling of being incomplete... Something Missing....

Catch 22

A small town boy... In a big-big Metro... what does he do?? Caught in Catch 22... He pines for the small town, its wind, its wild wild forest and green, the beautiful world and colours which even a clour blind can easily see, the brilliant sky in the night, the winter chill and summer Breeze...

He wants to go back. But he is used to the ways of the big town. In the small town where the world sleeps at seven, he is used to feel that the evening has just begun, you can go out to catch the latest movie, the theater both english and Hindi, the books you love is available any time and the money it affords you.

I know it has its price. No time for loved ones. No fresh breath to drive the morning blues away. The stress which actually makes you irritable. The harshness in mind as you live in the concrete jungle. And most important loss of that beautiful connect with whom he wants... The price of losing his character, where he is more selfish... The heavy price of acrimony... The price of hating himself for that...

... He does not have the answer of this catch 22...

Just Thinking

I was thinking about Obama’s Nobel. Why? I agree he has talked a lot and brought in change and many a thing. But, it is all in words. He has done nothing till now. But I believe it’s the effect of changing times. Nobody believes in content and substance any more. It’s about how good a marketer you are. How you go ahead and talk.

Look at to-days world of socializing. All the social network sites. You are counted by how many followers you have. How many friend s you have in the list. There is nothing personal. Everything is open for all.

So as much you can brag or talk or update your status that’s what matters. I long for those days of conversation, excitement and personalization of Privacy, Names only you know. But its world sharing all. I would not say I did not try the Facebooks and Orkuts and all, but after initial excitement could see the shallowness of it. I am basically uncomfortable with it. Extremely.

But again this the way of world. If you talk and talk and talk and get connected, in this superficial world, even if you have not walked the talk… You can win a Nobel…

We live in shallow world and there does not exist any desire to actually build some depth today….Levi Strauss is dead and besides Chomsky and Derida I do not see any one with thought alive. In such scenario Obama with his words and no deeds Shines…

Attempt to analyse (Co Rub Off)

Socialism and Capitalism and welfare state, our existing economic systems. The alternatives finally of which we do not find any alternatives. Communism, what did it do. Foisted on us a totalitarian government where finally could not just live with it. Took away the basic requirement of a Human being; freedom. I am not even delving into the camps and the absolute power which corrupted them so absolutely. But Free Market, Capitalism and its different avatar has also not been panacea exactly. Few people are getting richer and I do not disagree that it has had far better effect than communism but it has failed. Look at millions of suffering, poor people.

Actually both have failed. It’s just that Capitalism is an alternative which serves the purpose of many and is kept alive. So what is the alternative? And like all the time I have a problem I find the answers in Gandhian ways. Gandhi was no economist but he had a vision of it. We had Nehru taking us to the Fabian Socialism way with Modern Temples of India, which actually are Monstrosities of India. But Gandhi said that before jumping into any Technology see what it would do for you. I am not against technology, but technology with a context is important, not without context. Do not just Rush in Technology. See what impact it would have on employment. Capitalism tries to maximize the efficiency of the production of goods, basic necessities or luxury goods. Socialism tried was to maximize the production of capital goods, such as heavy machinery (premise was, that future generations could enjoy a plenitude of consumer goods). Both capitalist and socialist economies were based on technology-intensive rather than labor-intensive production. Gandhi proposed labour Intensive production. The aim was to make sure that full employment in economy. So that all can provide for their own necessities by their own efforts. “With dignity, without any charity.”

Gandhiji was not at all opposed to technology. He wanted a proper mix of technology-intensive and labor-intensive production, depending on the stage of economy and situation of employment and poverty. The decision makers need to ensure this mix. Ensure and decide on the amount of available resources vis a vis with the population increase of employable workers. This should be the driving force for all the decision including external trade.

He said that we should always strive for income and wealth equalization by providing productive meaningful work for everyone, even if the full use of the latest technology is postponed. After all, what is the benefit of being on the cutting edge of technology if it increases human misery?

The echo of this where Gandhi Ji’s thoughts are articulated in economic terms is “Schumachers” seminal work “Small is Beautiful” Economics as if people mattered. I leave it at that.

PS: I am not much of an economist and have written many things which I may have understood and may have remained from articles which I may have read. Please do enlighten me.

Walks Revisited

Was wondering do walks rejuvenate.

From absolute morbidity and a chore it revitalizes and regains the purpose. It again has the spring, is ready to walk all the walks it had walked earlier and discover many more.

The Lovers walk with assurance of life-long togetherness. The tiff still making me sad but with the knowledge at home she is there waiting for me. The caring walk in the lawns with my Inamorata as she is all swollen with my love in the belly carrying the other life which would be a gift from her. That walk of extreme concern, slow now, fast then, shaking, praying, worried walk of mine as the my Life gifts me a new life. On a cry that uncontrolled running to see that tiny one and kiss the drained but ecstatic woman of mine. When that tiny little girl is in my arms and the girl who made it possible is strolling along with me. And then a day when I walk with tiny steps with a toddler with her fingers in my hand. Learn to take the steps of life again, relearn the beauty of life. The faltering steps of which I am the strength.

Then slowly the growing with content steps slow and assured. Filled with Love and imbued with life lived walk. Slowly it transforming into faltering walk of old age. More of slow steps walking to revisit the old places which we visited when young.

Then the final walk in the clouds with her forever together in Life walk of mine with her.

Yes you can reclaim your walk and Thank You Life for that...