Suicide-Surely Not An End!!!

Suicide a seven letter word which can bring an end to the exotic series of fun, love, respect and responsibility. Life to humans is not something that happened ‘ainvayi’, it’s a gift, gift of God and we as humans have no right to alter with it or to end it for our Loss or Gain.

You must have seen conferences and people speaking on public platform for the cure of AIDS and Cancer, but no one, absolutely no one ever spoke for/on Suicide, given Suicide is anonymous and you are the only one who can help. Before committing suicide just for once, stand, stop, wait and think ‘Is this it’ or ‘I should give life another chance’, because Life is a chance no one ever regains.

People write Suicidal notes, which according to law is the Evidence, but is nothing more than an Explained Excuse.

*Attachment- 29% of Suicides these days are committed because of failure in relationships. People either hang themselves from fan or take poison to bring an end to the series of extreme pleasure with few bitter experiences, just because they were unable to enamor an incompetent lover. Next time you decide to end your life just because someone doesn’t approve of your love, remember you are your best lover, if you can’t Love yourself, then nobody else will love you.

A strong person left by his first love will never sit back and repent, he will stand, challenge the world and will find someone more beautiful, deserving and will live happily ever after—(Paulo Coelho).

*Career- Manager’s Lad committed suicide as he was unable to cope up with his Parents expectation. No parent is so stiff that their child’s cry will not make them rethink or reconsider their expectation. Coming forward and asking your Parents for one more chance is way easier than leaving them to repent and cry on your corpse.

*Monitorial Loss- No loss is bigger than loss of Hope. Even if you have suffered an enormous loss in business doesn’t mean you have lost everything, you still have you and your strength and capabilities.
Remember—‘If you have made it large once, you can make it huge for 100 more times’.

The ones who are Raped, thinks it’s better to die and bring an end to a life of shame; Least they are aware of the fact—‘Committing suicide never eases the pain, it actually deepens the wounds’.
If they decide to fight, it is obvious hundreds will oppose and obstruct her but once her conscience is proved strong then thousands and may be millions of them will help her in her Endeav

or for Justice and Respect.

When you decide to die, you make yourself a criminal, you make your parent’s life, a life of guilt. They will always find themselves amputated because you were not merely a child but a part of their soul too.

Loss in business and in relationships are inevitable, you can’t convince the economist or someone beautiful either to plan according to you or to love you, but you can surely go through everything silently and come up as Strong and Beautiful, next everyone will praise and love you.

This world is omnibus and infiltrated, people will make promises with enthusiasm and break them silently. Love will come into your life and will mend your ways, beautiful people will enamor and destroy you.

What will take you towards Happiness is You, Strong You. Let you be the only controller of your life. However Exquisite and Desirable one may be don’t let them disrespect your dignity. Do fall in Love, take risk, Enjoy Success and taste failure but be an Optimist and Be Strong, because when you decide to hang yourself even Gravity fails.

Being Sixteen...

One beautiful morning when you wake up in your heavily cushioned bed you will have a sense of freedom and excitement. Now things like politics will start making sense to you. Things like gel and fancy clothes will become your priority because a world out there is waiting to judge and criticize you.

These days being sixteen is more about Tuition, Friendship and Relationships.

I remember-

I was writing my Maths board paper the day I turned Sixteen.  How was I? When I was Sixteen? A Nerd?? Not really but, Yeah! I was working hard to score a century in Maths board paper, however I fell prey to nervous nineties with a score of 92. It’s not that I was very good at studies or very meticulously I read my course, it was the easy CBSE pattern that helped me to score a decent percentage (It was 2009; grade system was yet to destroy the results and the value of CBSE Xth board).

Life was easy and normal when I was sixteen. I was a normal school going guy, whose biggest passion was  a hero bicycle (earned in legacy from elder brother) and a Nokia phone, UPA 2 was yet to produce world’s biggest scams, life as a boy was cool and as a teenager was exciting. At 16, your physical maturity is not something Juvenile, the hormones inside you, makes you trepid ate for more and more physical pleasure, everyone goes through this. What generally comes to our rescue at such age is Friends, friends are the one who will lent you, yours first porn CD and mind it your friends are the one who will decide what your morals will be. Age 16 is dangerous, we are neither mature nor Juvenile, we are actually confused  and to us everyone else seems Dumb and Overprotective.

Being Sixteen is fun; Parents start trusting your capabilities, you are allowed to go out for parties with friends.

Being Sixteen you will fall for the cutie from the first row or for the stern girl who sits beside you, reluctantly you will try to enamor her, if lucky, you will receive positive response and suddenly you will find your world going magical.
If unlucky, you will get a negative response, you will start hating her face, you will try to bring disrespect to her name and things will go wrong.

Parents-

At the Age of Sixteen-

They fervor a fear that you will be misguided by a wrong circle of Friend.
Your late night calls and chats will give them goose bumps, they have been through heart breaks too and they don’t want you to go through the trauma of love.  It’s as simple as that Parents are the one who breach regulations in our life, not for their Fun but for our Safety and Security, but at the age of 16 it is very difficult to Understand.

They obstruct us on every choice we make, they make us skeptical about our friends, they acknowledge our every good move and criticize every wrong move of ours, with this emancipated behavior of them, we start developing an innocuous hatred for our parents.

What we can or should do is- Go through all this, these things are inevitable, one day when you turn twenty or enough mature to understand your DAD, you will realize, Who was Right and Who was Wrong. You will realize, age sixteen was not merely about Love and Friendship but it was about trauma, Jealousy, Addiction, Failure and Lust.

When we are sixteen, we are like the immature egg, any external force can break us but the warmth of our Parents will mould us into chicken.

As a Tip- Take as much warmth/heat(read Facilities) form your parents and turn out to  be a Chicken, don’t let outer force like Love, Lust and Failure break you Before time.

We are so Clichéd...

This article was written for Half Baked Beans' blog and was published in my University's Monthly Newspaper too...

It was the pen-ultimate day of my school life, when I was summoned on the stage to give a Talk on School life. It was my Ted-X talk, but I was not there to speak about the paradigm that changed my life or to impart some techniques about enjoying school life to the juniors who stood there with sheer enthusiasm and primal expectation.

What I actually spoke that day was about the journey I had at the school and when I finished everyone did clap for me.
Today, after 3 long years when I look back to the D-day, I wish I would have been bit more specific about the choice of topic I made and I wish, I would have leveraged them with bit of more ‘gyan’ about life, but the irony is, I learned the things only when I came out of that school.

In school we were always coaxed to follow the clichéd pattern by teachers and by our dear parents, but when you grow up and join college you realize ‘I am so clichéd’, things like ‘out of box thinking’ will box you and your enthusiasm down leaving you alone to curse the way you lived your school life.

Remember there’s no gain in following the rules all your life and get rejected on the day of placements with a remark “We are looking for someone Unique”.

Things I wish I had known during school life: -

·       Do not Rush, Consider the options: - If I am back in school again and someone questions me about my plans; I’d say that my priority is to known what the options are.
All you need to do is discover things you like and once done with the research pursue it with full passion, because the famous quote by Steve Jobs goes like-
‘The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it’.

·       What you think and what you want are two different things: - When you pass out of your school and join college then you will feel ‘hot summer of your hometown is much soothing than the cold impassive whips of college’. Computer science engineering is not about installing windows and defragmenting unorganized files on the disk.

In school your Principal will manage things for you and after school your own Principles will take you everywhere.

Rearview-My Roadies Journey-Review.

Book- Rearview- My Roadies Journey.
Publisher- Rupa Publications.
Pages- 312.
Author- Raghu Ram.
Genre- Autobiography.

From the Jacket-

What is going on in the contestants mind? Does he admire me, respect me and hate me? Fear me? May be all of the above. I don’t understand it. I don’t understand the Roadies form that has F-k you Raghu, written all over it, I don’t understand the poster that was held up this year during the Chandigarh auditions that read, Baap toh baap hota hai. Raghu Rox, I see equal parts respect, equal parts loathing. Equal parts Raghu, equal parts the bully. There is a man tall, bald, muscular, intimidating who manages to induce terror and awe in all those who dare walk into his interrogation room. There was once a boy scrawny, weak, easily intimidated, voice unbroken at fifteen, who was bullied consistently through his childhood. This is the story of how that boy became the man he is today: part-time singer, song-writer and jammer, full-time producer, camera man and editor. Sherlock Holmes and Batman worshipper, staunch atheist with an innate fear of water and heights. This is the autobiography of the rudest man on Indian television. Raghu Ram, the original Roadie, split wide open.


Review-

If you have teens in your house or if you yourself are teen them you must have observed this Bald, spectacled man screaming on TV. Every weekend he used to come up with the most bizarre tasks and twists. He was or perhaps is the most hated mentor ever on Television. What is the reality behind his rude behavior? Is He like this in his real life too? Does he scream at his Crew and family members too?

The most hated face of Indian Television is now up with his autobiographical journey. Raghu Ram’s Rearview- My Roadies Journey. He is a lyricist, been a Cameraman and has acted as the Executive Producer at the Youth Channel of India—MTV. He’s been everything, an artist at MTV can dream off.

Roadies have been the longest Reality Series on Indian Television but as a viewer your Journey of Roadies is incomplete without this book.
Book starts with a scene where the voluptuous crowd is cheering Raghu! Raghu! And this bald, daring man seems to have a euphoric journey back to the timeline when he was just an Intern at TV18 and now the Executive Producer. He remembers how he worked weeks in that editing room. He remembers every night he spent editing those raw reels of an episode of MTV Bakra.

This book takes you on the journey of Roadies which started somewhere in 1998, when Raghu ram was just an intern at Tv18. The journey tells you about the Ups and Downs Raghu go through at Tv18 and how he gets rejected in an Interview at MTV when he returns later for a job.

The book explains Raghu, Roadies Raghu and Funny Raghu. From a thin, unfit child to the most hated personality on TV has taken almost everything from him his friends, family and his own self.

He regrets what he does at Auditions every year but he can’t help, it’s the contestants who are asking for it.

This book tells you about everything you need to do in order to build your dream from scratch; take no Shit from others and how to be the one you always wanted to be.

The tender and the sensitive narration of Raghu excites a reader makes him get goose bumps and leverages with raw experience. The task trial scenes are raw and real like Roadies and Raghu.

At the end, the book leaves you bit exhausted, disappointed because Roadies will never be the same and inspired to do things on your own terms.

Cover-

Cover of the book always helps a reader to choose a better book by providing a glance into the story even without turning the pages. The black cover with Raghu’s intimidating face portraying a scary look is just the way He and His story is. Given the book is an autobiography, the cover presents the exact essence of the story.

 Quality-

 Rupa is one of the leading publishing houses in the country. It’s the same publishing house which publishes the novels of Chetan Bhagat. They have always been keen and dedicated to quality service. Not disappointing this time too, they have maintained the proper quality of paper, editing and the formatting of the book.

Ratings-

You can rate Fictions but not somebody’s life. This book is an autobiography so No ratings.

The Change!

This post was written for Half Baked Beans' Blog...

you can my others posts too at www.halfbakedvoices.blogspot.in

It was 2004, when Congress came to power once again, sidelining the strong and courageous government of NDA, led by Shri Atal Bihari Vajpayee.

The country subconsciously knew, Atal Ji ka time ho gya hai and at that moment they hardly saw Advani Ji as the next PM; hence Congress was voted to power. Congress emerged as a strong party in 2004 general elections under the shade of UPA-I. The big names like Pranab Mukherjee, P. Chidambaram and Manmohan Singh did added loads of power to the parliament. The first half of the first financial year was good and productive, India did felt Incredible! With Lalu Prasad Yadav making railway achieve the required impediment, the stations were found cleaner and safer.

But, nothing lasts forever and Promises of Politicians are neither even meant to last. Things started turning clumsy, messy, irrational and finally futile. The government tasted failure at almost every front and the economy bared the ill effects of the wrong practices. Sudden increase in the number of Scams and the inflation in the price of LPG and other petroleum products did made the whole country squirm. The prices were rolling like the reel of a camera set to 32X speed.

People started questioning, protesting. The government did experience a setback when news like “Reliance Ke saath Alliance” hit the TV screen. By this time, people of India had decided and were ready to vote Congress out of power.

2009, general elections were held and astonishingly Congress (UPA-II) was voted to power with full majority.

There was a conflict between the different classes of People.

Well, that’s history now and the only logical explanation available for the astonishing result is Law of Attraction, while trying to vote congress out of power, the general public was constantly attracting Congress into their life again and again, as a result UPA-II formed a central government and changed India forever.

World’s biggest democracy experienced denial to speech, Short Messaging Service (SMS) was limited to 5 SMS per day during the August-September 2012. Later in December 2012, the capital city faced Closed Metro Routes, when they tried to reach India Gate to protest silently and draw candle march for the girl whose rape and murder case made its way to the Forbes List.

Not only this, there’s more; GDP went below 5%; India got banned from Olympics, Pakistan kept sending dead bodies of our soldiers and America kept coaxing our government for the amendments in foreign exchange policy(FDI is the price America drew from our Amputated and Spineless Government).

But by this time, the Aam Admi had woken up; actually the alarming situation was making sound and the Junta was feeling the intensity of vibrations. People slowly and gradually realized it was not the government who was wrong; it was their choice which was wrong.

Meanwhile, the bench of Supreme Court was seen super active; taking toll over almost every move of the incompetent government.

On the other hand an IAS was busy cleaning the roads of Delhi with a Jhadu (Broom) in his hand and a Chaiwala was busy motivating the youth of the Country.

With the Chaiwala and IAS getting popular on social network among the youth, it was the Shehjada who won the title of Epitome of Trolls.

#Present…

The tenure of UPA-II is coming to end; the AAP has already won 28 seats and is ready to play the role of responsible opposition. BJP has already beaten Congress by 4-0 in general state elections throughout the country.

Amidst all this, there’s a question which scares equally as much as it relieves.

Is it truly a new morning or just the wearing effect of the party Congress had over these 9 long years?

JAI HIND!!!

An Average Indian Reader...

This post was Written for Half Baked Beans' Blog. You can read my other posts too at https://halfbakedvoices.blogspot.in

Long forgotten are the days when people in India read books because they were classic or listed on the HT bestseller list for more than 4 or 5 weeks; now they read books because either a relative or the colleague next door has written it.

I remember, on our first official date, my Ex questioned about my area of interest and I replied with, “I prefer books over anything and everything” instantly she made a comeback with, “have you read this extremely witty novel ‘Oops! I fell in Love!’ by Harsh Snehanshu”; conspicuously she disclosed her deepest feeling coveted carefully under the name of the book but to my own surprise I ended up reading the name of books she has read.—An Average Indian Reader she was.

Who is an Average Indian Reader???

A person who flits between books by J K Rowling and Jack Trout, on a wheeler stall at a railway station and ends up buying a “Bollywood on Paper” novel by Chetan Bhagat or by Dimpled Durjoy.

Or

An engineering graduate who started his reading career with a novel, his friend referred to him saying, “Padh bhai! apni hi kahani hai!”. The engineer definitely got fascinated with the extreme simplicity of language and enamored by the pursuit of similar life book served with.

Few days down the time line the engineer who once had innocuous attitude towards everything related to books is now found visiting bookstores like Crossword and ends up buying all the books based on college romance, mostly by engineers.

This engineer, slowly and gradually starts growing with time into an avid reader with a taste. He spends all his days reading, partially blushing and partially getting sexually aroused.

Then one bad day when it’s raining outside; a slanderous comment from a random guy in class makes him stagger, “I don’t read Indian authors, because all they write is Crap”.

He feels hypothetical and makes an erratic decision of shifting from Chetan Bhagat to Dan Brown or Paulo Coelho. Choosing Dan Brown or Paulo Coelho has got no primal research behind them; they are just the names on HT bestseller list other than Bhagat and Durjoy.

With time this enthusiastic and lucid engineer has turned into a reader; who is now on a journey of literature where he will be dismayed thinking about the time and money he wasted on Indian writers; he will get to experience the real feel of reading-between-the-lines and he will be pleasured reading books from the West and the Middle East and with this an avid reader will rise and an Average Indian reader will die.

In the contemporary India, reading is a journey, where a person gets excited by the Metro reads; discovers more with the books from Middle East and finally ends up drinking numerous cups of coffee in a bookstore while reading an exquisite tale of romance or magic coveted in a beautiful jacket either by P.G Wood House or by Ray BradBury.