The Comic Creators - PART 1

Newspapers!

As a 90's kid, I had only one newspaper growing up. It was "The Hindu".  I always looked at the paper with reverence and fear; too many complicated words and phrases. I remember sitting with pocket dictionary to decipher the hidden meanings those sentences held. But my favorite part was that page that held the comic strips, carefully sandwiched between Economy and Science and Technology section.

As a kid, comic strips intrigued me. I could not understand how someone came with the idea of presenting running images with dialogues; a movie feel but on paper. My artistic talent being very minimal, stick figures and mountains, I never even thought of venturing into that front.

The Indianess and finesse of Amar Chitra Kathas, Tinkle, Champak, Chandamama and the likes and the sophistication of  DC and Marvel comics quenched my book thirst. They became the first "books" I read.

Growing up with such memories, I was pleasantly surprised when, one day, a 7th grader of my class, Chaitanya, came up to me after school and gave me a notebook. He said "PSP miss. We 3 did it. Read and tell miss". I was curious, I asked what PSP stood for. The other member, "The Director" as he likes to be referred as, Manikandan AKA Big Mani proudly said "Picture Story Products". I was delighted. The story line was very simple and almost childish with many Kollywood level scenes; but what caught my fascination was the way those 3 depicted the scenes, their attention to detailing. For example, patch work in dresses of the poor people, crumpled papers on the road and so much more.

After their first attempt, with more encouragement from their classmates and the teachers, they decided to create more such masterpieces; each creation more refined and better than the previous one. They decided to upgrade their works. They brought in their classmates to get story ideas. When asked why, Mani simply smiled and said "Fresh ideas miss".

After 4 stories, they came with their first mind-blowing page-turner named "Ambu". It is about a military guy Ambuli aka Ambu, who saves the world with his wit and intelligence. Even as 12 year olds, they brilliantly understood that not all superheros have capes and superpowers. The ordinaries are the ones with extraordinary powers. Wisdom and clarity that makes me believe in a better world.

Seeing negative news all over the world, PSP is all about the hope that these kids will bring about when they become big. The original creators of PSP have promised us that they will keep creating more such works.

Who knows, maybe these kids are the next generation R.K. Laxman and Uncle Pai.

Although I barely played any role in their creation, when i saw my name in the credits, I felt that overpowering sense of pride and success, with Bharathiyar's lines* "When people praise you, I get overwhelmed", ringing in my mind.

HERE is the link to the PSP stories "Poor to Rich" and "The Danger Carrot". Feedbacks, comments and wellwishes are welcome!

*மெச்சி யுனை யூரார்- புகழ்ந்தால் 
மேனி சிலிர்க்குதடீ.

That Proud Teacher Moment!!

Ever since the fellowship started, it has been a roller coaster ride. Some days, I felt that I was perfectly cut out for this job while most days I was completely lost. "So much to do and so little time".

But if there was a day that I would remember, cherish and flaunt, it would be the following. 

It all started with a phone call from this school called Vidhyasagar that specializes for differently-abled children. They were to host a conference on Inclusive Education and guess who was invited to co-host the event. *Yeah! My school, CHS Kottur* alongside one other private school in the Kottur area. 

The one instruction that we got was that this event was a student led conference and the teacher is to only accompany the organizers and not help them with the planning. After some serious discussion, me and my co-fellows (Viveka and Kiran) selected 4 kids (2 from 7th standard and 2 from 8th standard) 

Leg 1 of planning arrived! The 4 students (or should I say organizers) and I reach Vidhyasagar to 'organise' the event. My kids were really nervous and were honestly lost at this new place. I just told them what might be expected out of them and we entered the planning area. After the ice-breaker game, when it came to the actual planning part in terms of the things needed, people to be invited and such, my kids were tongue-tied. They barely opened their mouths; the only conversation they had was with me. I have to say, their points were brilliant but before they could voice them, the kids from the private school would talk and end the discussion hands down. With very dejected faces, the kids returned to school and we (me and my co-fellows) had a pep talk with them about expressing opinions irrespective of the fear of it being right or wrong. 

Leg 2 and Leg 3 went pretty good compared to Leg 1. They spoke words as opposed to silence and I was more than glad to see that their voices were heard in that mixed platform. 

Leg 4, the final one, where the kids were supposed to finalise the logo, tagline and the certificate design, was also the last of the meetings. Soon after the discussion started, Vidhyasagar's principal came into the room and literally pushed the teachers out saying that the kids would work better without adult supervision. I, being a newbie teacher, was all scared and nervous as to what my kids will do or say. After a very painful wait (oh! for me it was) of 20 mins, the kids invited us back to the discussion room. I was almost in tears at all the planning that went into it. They not only got the food menu and T shirt color finalized, they also voted on our school designed logo to be the final version that will be printed on the certificates, banners and the shirts. My kids were unanimously voted to be the Master of Ceremony and to do an opening presentation. I was all smiles that day; 

                                           

The day before the conference, the kids stayed in school till 7:30 PM to perfect their presentation and it was such a cute sight. 

                                       

Day 1 of the Children's meet on Inclusive Education happened in an amazing way. More than 10 schools (private, international and government) participated in the conference; there were close to 50 participants. I was in tears when the audience cheered so loudly after my kid's presentation (She made the PPT on her own and I didn't even move my finger. 

Guess that's the plus about a student led event; maybe, the kids do a better job than us) . The looks people gave initially when they knew that my kids were from a government school changed to awe when they spoke flawless English and Tamil during the course of the event. They handled the stage like pros. And I would hands down say that this is the kind of exposure I would want all kids to have, to show them that they are as talented as any other kid! It is all about how much they are willing to push their limits!!

Today I am on cloud nine! My HM had happy tears to see her children flourish amidst students from other sectors of the society. 

My kids learned that unless and until spoken, no one can hear their voice and without anyone hearing, what is the use of even having a voice! 

                                     

I learned that, some little moments make a really huge impact on our lives and this is my moment! And today I am glad that I became a teacher.

A few snaps of them managing the participants and the event on the whole!  

One more day of the conference to go! But honestly I am not worried, The kids have grown their wings and all I can do for them is to make sure the sky is ready to take them :)

Women Empowerment: Why The Hypocrisy?

For some reason, people have always considered, from time immortal, that jobs are gender specific. Each and every job comes with a tag pertaining to certain gender.

When all outdoor tasks were for the Male members, female were to be confined to their indoor tasks and this was the case until about the late 20th century. Slowly the situation changed and there came a situation were any task can be done by anyone; all it needs is passion and persistence.

When a male looks after the household chores or when a female becomes the breadwinner of the family (even when the spouse was alive and well) the society is not able to take this as the stepping stone towards a better living. The society as a whole considers this scenario as an ill-effect of either the "powerless male" or "over-powered female".

If you are thinking that this isn't happening in OUR society, think again. Ask the lady in middle 30's who sells flowers at the corner of your street, or the old lady who stands everyday under the scorching sun to sell coconut water or to the teenage girl who sells these cheap scarves in the traffic signal.

Had they been treated the same way their sibling brother was treated, a lot would have changed; they'd have escaped those consent “wish you were a boy” talk from their parents, those ill-words from their spouses, those “you are a prey to me” look from the men whom they deal with day in and day out.

Who do you think is responsible of this gap?

When we boost we are technologically developing leaps and bounds, women who have unfortunately lost their husbands are still treated without humanity. Though there is no more of setting them on fire, they are still killed everyday by the looks, words and deeds of others. Just answer my single question, is a widower treated the same way? Isn’t the loss the same on both sides? Yet how can it be so different?

And being a woman, I can say that the gap has been narrowed to what it was a few decades ago. But still we have a long way to go.

I am raising my hands to bridge this gap. Are you? 

The Movies And The Controversies: Why The Ban?

By Harinie Thiagarajan:

A few days ago, while returning from work, a particular tit-bit played in a local FM caught my attention and kept me thinking for a long time. The scene in it goes like this. “There is a wealthy king who wanted to take a movie that will be an entertainer and as well as an eye-opener for the people of his country. After many months of intense thinking, he called up his minister and advisory board to reveal his 3 top stories among which they had to select the best. With each story he told, the listeners came up with some protest for either its title or the story or the character depiction. Frustrated, the king gave up the idea of making a movie forever.” This ad ends with the RJ saying comically, it is way easier to direct an adult movie as it draws less controversy than any other movie in India.

Now think again. Isn’t there a bitter truth in whatever he said? Despite all the protests related to women empowerment and women safety, adult movies are still being filmed and screened in cities without much trouble whereas the movies that have actually been directed to bring about some revolution in the minds of the people have got caught in the most troubling controversies.

But the shocking thing is, it is not something new to our film industry. Right from 1970’s, certain movies have been critically devastated. Be it the Aandhi (1975) with its screenplay similarity to Indira Gandhi’s life and political trajectory, or the Bandit Queen (1994) which is based on the true story of Phoolan Devi, or Bombay (1995) for its depiction of communal riots, or Fire (1998) for portraying a lesbian relationship, or Aaja Nachle (2007) for citing caste-demeaning remarks in the title track. Not just them, Black Friday (2007), Parzania (2007), Jodhaa Akbar (2008),Firaaq (2008), Billu (2009), My name is Khan (2010), Singham (2011), Aarakshan (2011), Gangs Of Wasseypur (2012) and now Vishwaroopam (2013) have all been the victims of such controversies.

Though controversies actually kindle the viewers’ curiosity and eventually help the movie to become a blockbuster hit, it puts the movie and everyone in it, into a bad light. I agree that an entertainer shouldn’t crash anyone’s feelings. But it isn’t fair on our parts to blame the entire movie or its maker when some things are to be said point blank. I am not supporting the fact that movies are to be made to hurt people’s sentiments, but my point is that there is no need to create unwanted hype and controversy over movies that are actually made on a much plainer sense than perceived.

If people really want to put sense into the movies, then my humble request is to eradicate those songs and dialogues that have cheap meaning. Isn’t that more awkward than depicting the truth?

Check out my other articles on Youth Ki Awaaz here on http://www.youthkiawaaz.com/?s=harinie

It is not a matter of seconds!!

Recently I saw this advertisement in a regional channel where a mother asks the audience what makes a kid double smart and says that they need for wait for a few more days to know that secret.  I, like the million or so fans, was curious that secret. After weeks for prolonged trepidation, the answer was unveiled. It was an advertisement for some dhal variety.

Now, don’t think I am getting nowhere to the point. When we were all kids, the products that were targeted on us were candies, ice creams and other such mouth-watering delicacies. I still remember the song of the ad when for the Bubblegum named Boomer was first introduced (which would be like more than 10 years ago). Kids in those advertisements were happy and enjoying; they didn’t not bother marks or tournaments or anything. And the moment I saw such an ad, I had also enjoyed it and went along with the next 20-30 seconds it lasted.

My point is, the kids in today’s generation are pressurized to the maximum and that being showcased in the ads too. Why should a kid always be a smarty-pants to make his parents happy? Why should a kid always has to excel everyone in his class (that includes his friends too) to make his teachers all proud? At the end of the day, this makes the children a mere mark making machine. Is that what we want from the group of the society who has, at the maximum, a few more years to be care-free before they start running in this marathon of life?

I know that in this competitive world, I shouldn’t be lethargic and never bat an eye because even in a split second, thousands and thousand would race me and reach the destination before I did. But isn’t it up to the individual to choose that destination?

We aren’t sheep to follow the herd and the moment everyone realizes it, the so-called race for living will become a comical phrase; we all will start living for work than work for living! 

Ah!!! 2012...

2012! Everything I asked for and even more..

Just like any other New Year’s eve, 2012 started off the same way, never-ending expectations and hopes with fear tagged along. I asked for just one thing in 2012. That was, to have no regrets for whatsoever that happens this year. And now, I say proudly that I really don’t have any regrets at all. 2012 was one hell of a roller-coaster ride for me.

I am and have always been unstable as far as emotions are concerned and 2012 made me realize that there is nothing wrong in being so.  I was happy, strong, sad, naughty, vulnerable, week, flirty, rude, sweet, heartbroken, emotional, lovely, irritating, in love and possibly everything that a human can possibly be. And what’s more, every time I was one of those things, something or the other happened that made me realize it is never wrong in being who you want to be.

This year is possibly the year, when I have interacted with so many new people, visited so many new places, did so many new things that I have never dreamt of in 2011. From a small town girl college, I got introduced to media, received an honorary award (which is by and large, the biggest possible award I have ever been acknowledged with), traveled all the way to Pune and started my first baby step in returning the goodness to the world.

So here I say, with head held high, I have grownup and all thanks to you, 2012..

Madurai: How Long Will Its Grandeur Last?

One of South India’s great temple towns, Madurai, is synonymous with the celebrated Meenakshi Temple. Situated on the banks of River Vaigai, Madurai has a rich cultural heritage passed on from the great Tamil era more than 2500 years old. Madurai was an important cultural and commercial centre even as early as 550 AD – it was the capital city for the great Pandya kings. It is the cultural capital of Tamil Nadu.

The city attracts a large number of tourists from within the country and abroad. As high as 7,000,000 tourists visit Madurai every year, out of which foreigners number 4,500,000. I am certainly honoured to have spent the most part of my life there.

Whenever I go to the Meenakshi Amman temple or to the Gandhi Museum, or any other tourist spot for that matter, I see always see a bunch of excited tourists with guide maps in one hand, digicam in the other, with a smile on their faces and excitement in the eyes. No matter where the tourists are from, ladies invariably wear sarees and jasmine flowers, while the gents weardhotis to respect the tradition of this place. In this current situation where Indians prefer foreign tradition and pick spots to spend their vacation, seeing those people come to Madurai is certainly an honour and pride.

Though I get all elated to be a part of this amazing heritage, there is one part of me that is cursing the authorities very severely. Would you prefer differential treatment at your own house, that too for dumb reasons? That is exactly what’s going on here.

While standing in queue for Darshan, if you look like a wealthy, born-with-a-silver-spoon kind of person with jewels in every possible part of your body, then you get to see the Lord from the front row. But if look like an ordinary, I-belong-to-this-place person, then you will certainly not get more than a minute to pray. Isn’t this atrocious? Give a few hundred bucks extra; you can even get those specially-blessed garlands and holy ash. That is not all. The entry fee for any tourist place depends of the location you are from, probably the lowest rate to people from Tamil Nadu, a bit higher for other state tourist and few more hundreds for foreigners. Had these extra bucks been utilized in development of these areas, then I would have certainly appreciated it. But, like any other form of revenue in India, they are only going to the pockets of the already-rich.

The cleanliness of the city is also getting degraded by huge leaps. The boundary wall of the very divine Gandhi Museum is studded with pan spits and cigarette bud marks. Who is to be blamed for this? When foreigners visit this place to get tranquillity, why aren’t the locals realizing the importance? The look on the faces of these tourists when they find a local urinating or defacating is indeed, humiliating. I am not insisting the people to go on to do community service of cleaning the city and picking up the wastes. It is more than enough if each person just puts the waste in appropriate places. That itself is a huge contribution.

However, if no action is taken to improve surroundings and this current situation continues, Madurai will not only lose tourists, but only lose the charm that has been preserved for all these centuries.

Read full article at: http://www.youthkiawaaz.com/2012/03/madurai-how-long-will-its-grandeur-last/

THE DEATHS OF RTI ACTIVISTS IN RECENT TIMES:

The Right To Information (RTI) is derived from our fundamental right of expression under Article 19. The elementary values of democracy are awareness, information and knowledge. Information is wealth and hence the right to seek it is extremely vital.  

Though this right has been in existence since the time India became a republic, it was difficult to enforce without going to court. After a decade and a half of struggle, the codification of this important right was done in the form of the RTI Act. A crucial component of the Act is the penalty clause that punishes, both financially and through disciplinary action, the government officials who fail to provide the requested information within the time limit of 30 days. The effect has aided numerous citizens to get their legitimate pending government work done with use of RTI instead of the usual under-the-table palm smearing. Thus RTI allows the common man to participate in the democratic process and provides vigilance over the governance process. This would in turn lead to good and flawless governance.

The media plays a very crucial role in making this information to reach the common man. Journalists play the dual role of both RTI activists and as monitors, to pore over the implementation of the law in rural and urban areas.  These activists work directly or indirectly to get those required information that will otherwise cost them a fortune. By being an RTI activist, a change can certainly be brought about in the society.

From a clerk working at a governmental office to a big-shot, who has the entire state or even the nation in his palms, should be aware of the punishment that one has to face if one violates the law. This is not a kid’s stuff. But it can be made possible by the involvement of RTI activists. Having a few people to represent the millions of us is not correct. Each and every one of us should get involved in this. Even if people are ready, the only thing that is preventing them from doing so is the fear of losing their lives. It is shocking to know that at least 12 RTI activists have been killed in the line of duty since last year. The cases involving the murders are either mysteriously closed or mysterious people have gotten involved in it, eventually closing these files. Certainly something has to be done. But the authority and influence are playing hide-and-not-seek game where the only people who get tagged are the RTI activists.

As the power and wealth of the people increase, the number of wrongs they do also increase. But then, not all people have the guts to fight them back. Some wail about the situation, some report to higher officials while only a few fight back. But what is the use when these fights only end up taking away the lives of those who wish to bring a change. To put an end to this brutal killing, the situation in India has to be changed. Governmental transactions have to be transparent. Only when there is a flaw, some tend to hide it while some others tend to reveal it.

The other practical way to stop this atrocious killing of RTI activists is to change the process of managing the RTI applications. It is every citizen’s rights to know the information. The applications, not pertaining to individual issues, need not contain any personal identification of the applicant.  Thus the individual confidentiality is protected. This will help realize the rights of the citizens and at the same time protect the lives of those who fight for it.

MARVELS BEYOND THE MIST!

A few weeks ago, I got a text from my friend saying that a guy, who had been my classmate during high school, had committed suicide. I seriously thought that this friend was playing a prank on me. Later I discovered the truth. He did commit suicide. I had always seen this guy to be one with great self-esteem and self-confidence. Then why out of nowhere should he take this decision. That was all people spoke for a couple of months. Everyone had only one question. The same question, to be exact. Why?

Now thinking about this issue of suicide, I did a little research and the results I got were too shocking. Statistics show that every five minutes, someone, somewhere in India, attempts suicide. This makes suicide the third major cause of death. Also, annually more than 1,00,000 people commit suicide in India, of which one-thirds are youth.  Diverse backgrounds, diverse goals and diverse opinions! But same decision!

Today, the youth in India form one of the most vulnerable groups, who on the one hand are expected to be the leaders, the backbone of tomorrow’s India, while on the other hand, are a browbeaten and baffled cluster. There is an imbalance between the youth population and the limited opportunities for admission in schools and colleges, and specifically in professional courses. This puts the youth under great pressure. First class and second class are hardly adequate results anymore.  Parents are helpless too, as both public and private institutions have caused economic burden to them. If you think getting admission is the toughest thing that youth can ever experience, rethink! Placements are another hell. You need to get everything right. And even after getting placed, the comparison in relation to the pay received, causes all the more pain. A person with the pleasure of working but with limited salary is certainly not welcome in this society. People have come to a point where they are ready to trade their work pleasure for money. Tough deadlines and hectic work atmosphere have taken the lives of many youth.

Friendships and relationships have also played equal parts in this gamble for life. Youth are too sensitive to sort any sort of relationship problem. The problem may be anything; Fight with best friends, bitter misunderstanding with girlfriend/ boyfriend followed by an even bitter break-up, family issues with parents fighting over their lives or over financial issues. But the youth are greatly affected. They bundle up all these grievances in their hearts and eventually give their hearts a complete rest so they will never have to face the same, again.

 I am blaming all. There are plenty of youth who have followed their heart to be what they wanted to be. But the fact that this suicide virus is taking away the lives of millions of youth is alarming. Something has to be done to cripple it. In battle between the thirst to have their dream life and the urge to fulfill the expectation of the society, many are shattered. While a very few regain their stand, the rest take the ultimate decision of ending their lives.

When they have the guts to face the pain of ending their lives for one moment, why aren’t they having the same guts for a moment longer to face the battle?  If a person is disturbed, all that has to be done is just talk. Words can do wonders, even help see beyond the mist. And you will never know what marvels are awaiting you! 

Bookaholic: Are You One?

By Harinie Thiagarajan:

Have you ever been teased by your friend because you are just too obsessed with the book you are reading; too involved in it that you missed the private joke that you friends cracked in cafeteria? Are you the kind of person who cannot leave a library without borrowing a book or cannot take your hands off the new edition novel for which you have been waiting for ages? Well then, join the club. People call us, “nerds”, “geeks” or “book-worms”. But we call ourselves, “the bookaholics”. It is more fun to be a bookaholic than it seems. Here is how it works.

You start a book, feeling damn bored. Then you get into the heart and soul of it, too absorbed that you have no idea what is going on around you. Hunger and sleep will not even be the matter of concern. The only thing that matters will be to know if the last page of the book rips your heart or heals your scars. Most impossible task will be the one where you had to close your book without getting to run a study-marathon. That’s not all! Days and nights run too fast. You start reading a book and once you decide to stop reading, you notice 3 hours have gone. There are times when you start reading a novel to make your travel less-boring but eventually realize you have missed your stop (Again!!), yet feel clandestinely pleased cause you can have a couple of more time to read during your journey in reverse direction.

The most exciting thing is to follow the author very carefully, listening to every interview to know when his/her book is due. When the date comes, you rush to the nearest book store to grab the first copy. In case you are obsessed with online book reading, you haunt every e-book portal to know if that book had been posted. Every request board contains your thread. There are times when, even after reading 3 to 4 novels in a week, you feel your appetite not satisfied. Books have the amazing ability to transform you to another world. By the time you finish reading a book, you may have laughed, cried, blushed or even cursed the villain in that book.

Most of the novels are converted to movies these days with elaborate screenplay and added characters. But the pleasure of knowing the story from reading a novel is incomparable as you get to get to imagine the casts and the scenes; you let your imagination go wild; sometimes even placing you and your crush in the lead roles of the book.

In case you smiled at any point while reading this article, then you are certainly a bookaholic. And I am proud to say, Welcome aboard!!

Read full article at: http://www.youthkiawaaz.com/2011/11/bookaholic-are-you-one/

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Human value slaughterer

We live in the age of technology. With every minute tickling away, more and more sophisticated gadgets are being developed to make life easy. From cooking to cleaning, from medicine to marketing, there isn’t a field without the presence of technology. Internet has made earth a Global village. With every corner connected, we can stay in touch with our kith and kin no matter how far away they are. If technology brings people closer, then why are the human values reducing. We prefer to stay hours together in social networking sites, chatting with an unknown friend from an unknown country but we run out of topics while talking with our relatives. Technology has even reduced the distance between Mars and Earth but ultimately distanced us from our neighbors. Family ceremonies and get-together have long lost their original meaning.

We, human beings are distinguished from robots by our ability to recognize people and share feelings with them. Now that technology has shaped a scenario where that basic sense of human feeling is lost, then in what way are we different from a robot? Is this what we actually expected out of technology? It has provided simple solutions to many complicated problems that we face in our day-to-day lives. But regrettably, it has complicated our simple way of living. It’s high time we realize the actual the importance of values and ethics. “Remove the weeds before it is too late”. Only when we comprehend and mark the difference now, the future generation will enjoy the privilege of having human relationships. 

Lights! Camera!! Action!!!

Feb 27, 2011. The much awaited Oscars are to crown the makers of movies, who stole the hearts of millions. Celebs from every language, country  and genere arrive at the Red Carpet with anticipation of winning the highest ever possibe award. But the question is, are the awards given to deserving films? Has the current, so-called modernization changed the way film should be? Let's take a journey through " THE ROAD TO THE OSCARS".

A few decades ago, films had an entirely different role to play. The youth those days were inspired and groomed by the films. The movies were more about the story than about the people playing the roles. It was more about what they listen from a movie than about what they hear. When asked people of that generation, their first response about the films would be the remarkable place occupied in millions' hearts. Trust me, songs did not decide the box office of any movie.

But these days, one cannot even guess the height a movie would reach. A movie with a never-in-the-world plot may be a super-doper hit while one with an appreciable theme may not even reach a house-full for 3 consecutive shows. The fans are not to be blamed and neither are the critics. The trend these days have changed so much that people prefer "MUNNI" and "SHEILA KI JHAVAANI" than anything between moderate and decent. These days even the movie critics hane change of opinion. A movie graded GOOD by one critic would be invariably graded somewhere from BAD to WORSE. These situations cause stunning impact on the financial value of the movie irrespective of its genre.

Ofcourse I'll never deny that movies are supposed to a machine for time travel. But I personally feel that maybe, once a while, there would be atleast one movie that can make my goose flesh rise! With this hope, I wish GOOD LUCK for the deserving nominees to win the OSCARS!

Funny, funny, funny world :D

Hey folks,
This is the best example of how my 6 senses got sharpened! I go to my college in public transport and usually I return home only after dusk... From my bus stop, i need to cross a signal and then a railway track and hola, there is my house. It may sound simple but alas, i need to do a lot of gymnastics to cross them! Wondering why?! You see, the traffic signal works in a funny way. For a few seconds, there would be Green light flashing on all 4 corners and then suddenly the light changes to RED on all sides. The amazing thing is, not only the signal, the people are also strange over here...  If you try crossing the road when the green signal is flashing on your side, you are in serious trouble :P.. By serious trouble i mean, you may get to visit the nearest hospital and if you're lucky you may even get a chance to visit the Heaven. Such is the case of my area. The proudest thing of all is that, the road i was talking about is a National highway with more number schools located in its proximity... During these years of my college life, I've learnt just one life saving thing... Cross the road as if a dog is about to chew your bones...
Now the reader may ask, why haven't you complained to the officials! I'm honoured to say that major officials of my city reside in my area! GREAT ISN'T IT !

The dawn of my blogging life

hey folks,
I've always wondered, when my friends say "Hey check out my blog!" or "Why aren't you blogging?!" or even "you are so away from technology!", AM I MISSING SOMETHING?! Ever since the day i started using web, I've tried my hands on every networking site, every gaming portals and every web-sharing sites. Still, i'm surprised, why haven't i tried blogging? I've always thought blogging is just about posting anything and everything that comes to ones mind with a bunch of others commenting on it! Maybe I'd have been with the same notion until i visited some pretty good blogs of my friends. Maybe i did really miss out something in this world without blogging. So here i am to speak my mind! And who knows, I may be a great blogger someday!
Cheers :)