My Obsession

Where the mind is without fear

Where the mind is without fear

and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been
broken up into fragments
by narrow domestic walls; ...
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the
dreary desert sand of dead habit; ...
Into that heaven of freedom,
my Father, let my country awake.

This prose has been taken from the nobel winning book ' Gitanjali '. It would be in vain if I dont throw some light on the relationship in between Rabindranath tagore and the patriotism. In the year 1997, 26th january Amartya Sen published an article regarding the same. He argued that an ambiguity about religious experience is central to many of Tagore's devotional poems, and makes them appeal to readers irrespective of their beliefs; but excessively detailed interpretation can ruinously strip away that ambiguity. For Tagore it was of the highest importance that people be able to live, and reason, in freedom. His attitudes toward politics and culture, nationalism and internationalism, tradition and modernity, can all be seen in the light of this belief.

This song was written and musically arranged by the great maestro Rabindranath tagore. I can only put a sincere effort to interpret those intricate lines in english. But it could be possible that I may not be able to churn out the real essence of those beautiful lines. I beg to bear with that.


The rhyming lines tells us about the 'maa' or Mother. Poet has put an endeavor to invoke the mother or motherland for help. He is begging and trying hard to abet his motherland remember her glorifying days of past when she used to be strong and potent.

Once you were the heart and soul of our homeland
O your affluent beatific beauty resembles like a caring mother

O mother ,by seeing your glory its difficult to draw my eyes from you
Your doors have been opened and leading towards the golden temples
O mother

Right hand is embellished with shining sword of fire
Left hand bears the horn of triumph
Two eyes full of loving enchants
Mouth bearing the fire of destruction

O mother, what power is it which I see in you today
O mother

Your enticing face and the golden locks of hair form the clouds, hiding many things beneath
Your pellucid cloth covering the sky, O you indignant swayer


O mother ,by seeing your glory its difficult to draw my eyes from you
Your doors have been opened and leading towards the golden temples
O mother

Despite of the reluctance you faced the savage demeanor with smiling visage

left all alone, aloof in a wreck bestow
boundless throe of amaranthine pain

where is your penurious drape
where is your impecunious smile
sky filled with those timeless streaks of smile

O mother, what power is it which I see in you today
O mother

In this sullen night flow in the tranquil current O holy bearer
Your virtues mellowing in the abyss of heart O enchantress

O mother ,by seeing your glory its difficult to draw my eyes from you
Your doors have been opened and leading towards the golden temples
O mother

Ravindranath Tagore and Durga Puja

" Country burning in the fire of the aggrandized independence movement and on the other hand poets lyrical power to invoke common man by stirring his pious chauvinism "

aaji bangladesher hridoye hote kokhon aaponi
Tumi e opo rupo, rupe bahir hole jononi

ogo maa, tomaye dekhe dekhe aankhi naa pheraye
tomar duaar aaji khule gayeche sonar mondire
ogo maa

Daan haathe tor khodgo jole
baan haath kore shonkha horon
dui noyoner sneher haanshi
lolat mitra aagun boron

ogo maa, tomar ki muroti aaji dekhire
ogo maa

tumar muktukusher kunje meghe lukaye oshoni
tomar aanchol jhole aakash tole rudra boshoni

ogo maa, tomaye dekhe dekhe aankhi na phiraye
tomar duaar aaji khule gayeche shonar mondire
ogo maa

Jokhon onadore chai ni mukhe bhebhe chilen lokhini maa
Ache bhanga ghore ekla pore
dukher bujhe nai go sheema

kotha she tor doridro besh
kotha dhe tor molin hanshi
akashe aaj chodiye gailo, oi choroner biddir hanshi

ogo maa, tomar ki muroti aaji dekhire
ogo maa

aaji dukher raate shukher shrote bhasho dhoroni
tomar obhoye baje hridoye majhe hridoye horoni

ogo maa, tomaye dekhe dekhe aankhi naa pheraye
tomar duaar aaji khule gayeche sonar mondire
ogo maa

- Robindronath thakur

till now enjoy the lyrical beauty of similes
will soon write about my interpretation

Lage Raho Munna bhai and CCD ....What else you want !!!

" Lage raho munna bhai screening at H13 skybridge today "

These were the exact lines which after three years brought back the lost zeal and enthusiasm in our hostel. I still remember those freshie days when we were used to hang on balconies just above our tv room and watched dozen of movies on the previous night of the examination, seniors called it RG night.....

Well you must be wondering ..what is RG ? to know the meaning of RG you need to stay for more than two years in IITs( note* more than two years, this implies matkas ' MTechs' are too ignorent of this antique culture) . Whatever, after such a long gap of time again we hanged our legs in air and enjoyed the next would be blockbuster of bollywood. Very few movies are released with an originality and novel elements of fun within itself. I am sure Munna bhai is one of them. I will not say its a typical hall type movie perhaps you would like to see it in a movie hall. This is the beauty of this simple but at the same time highly profound piece of art.


Gandhijii was not an ideal for me. Infact I had a waspish attitude if someone praised him. Somewhere I blamed him as the soul reason for the partition of our country. The mishap and the miseries one had undergone during partition can be felt in the watery eyes of my grandma. I cant forget those days when I was young and ingenuous use to urge her to tell the story of partition and while describing the gory and the bloodshed she eventually ended with sobbing sound. After watching the movie again I found myself in the middle of thoughts fighting against the prejudices ,Was Gandhi the real culprit or it was a shear badluck which was written in the fate of India ? Different people have different opinions but for sure Gandhi has given us something important which is indispensable in our lives " Ahimsa aur Satyagrah ".....

While taking dinner Arpit, GC, GJ and I decided to celebrate the weekend in CCD. For long time we were urging for a hang out. Movie ended at 12:30 night with the alarm to get ready for the ccd. We laughed and chirped as if we were rejuvenated by those heavy dosses of nicotine. Attached few pics of the precious moments needed to record in the history of time.

the elixir of life

GC and Arpit making room for a perfect kodack moment :P

Arpit in Happy go lucky mood

GC became a victim of bad photography :P


Me enjoying the eternal bliss of college life

All about SMPS

Its hard to imagine life without computers. Few days back same happened with me. SMPS of my computer started showing some erratic behaviour howling and creating a hue and cry , change me- mend me- need a doctor.

I rushed to Lamington road, the very sweet abode of my beloved daughter ( computer). She was assembled there in Mahavir, the name of the hospital. She required a specialist or may be replacement. I showed her defective part to the doctor and he assured me to get it mended but there would be least possibility of replacement. She has beautiful 17 inches screen through which she conveys her anger , love and emotions. It would be unfair to overlook her intelligence, she is amongst few briliant students in our floor. She has reputed pentium 4 processor and 2 mb cache memory. Got a paranormal ability to detect the room temperature. Believe me if room temperature exceeds by 5degree she starts creating stentorian sounds implying to shut her off. Many times when I overload her with heavy softwares, she frowns and cries which could be easily deduced by her aggrandize fan speed.


For time being I replaced a 300 watt SMPS in her chasm making her feel little comfortable. Though she needs a 400 watt but due to unavailibility she has to carry on with this one. It gives you pain when you see your children in pain. Parting her vital part was similar to parting my own very important organ. Days passed and mid sem came which restricted me in my 8 by 10 room where one confines himself aloof from the external world . Studying whole night and next day spitting on the paper. Its all about engineering and technical study. Despite of the degree hardly anyone knows how to screw or unscrew mechanical parts. But hey !! we are not the mechanics , so why bother on technicalities.

Yesterday I went to Lamington to get an idea about her SMPS. Fortunately they said I can have the SMPS but unfortunately the one given by me was not working so they replaced it with another one. I felt bad and grieved without showing a strand of wallowing hapless expression on my face. Up and down of the whole day sucked the adrenaline from my body leaving a fatigued man behind. I slept like hell and woke up with first thing sitting infront of me, her SMPS lying before, flirting deliberately to get her replaced. So now I need to work like a mechanic and screw my daughter again with her all new SMPS.

Arts and Aesthetic

I dont know why I took Arts and Aesthetic as an elective for HSS course.
In our college we are suppose to do some humanities course to complement the weeping philosophers with a connoisseur. Courses are categorised as ' peaceful ', ' faadu ' , ' interesting', and etc etc. I consulted few of my freinds and concluded that Arts and Aesthetic not only would be peaceful but at the same time professor gives abundant of good grades......what else an iitian wants , good grades ...grades are just like the carrot in the hands of professors which he uses to move their asses ( students) .
Ok so I was talking about the course....we sing we luagh we dance and whatever activities you can relate with art and aethetic we do but superficially. A common adage, not to laugh before the exams that might bring miseries to you. Same happened with us. We poor technocrats , dont even know the difference in between hammer and love was struck by the thuderbolts of our beloved arts n aethetic professor Malshay. He must have had some prejudices regarding us that we are the holy lineage of E E Cummings. God save us from his poetic cohorts.
I know you are quite enthusiastic to know about the poem and its beatific lyrical affluence. So without any more delay here comes the great great E E Cumming ( the man behind the baffling minds of Arts and Aesthetic students )

what if a much of a which of a wind

what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)
-when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man

what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills with sleet and snow:
strangles valleys by ropes of things
and stifles forests in white ago?
Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
-whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to the spring

what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn't: blow death towas)
-all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live.

Obscure and Movie

Obscure words....believe me now barron is an obscure piece of tome for me.
I dont know why these foreign universities ask for GRE score.
Though you have to do research rest of your life but still u need to have the affluence of vocabulary. DOes it make any sense , for me its nonsense
Whatever !! its their mandatory task and poor people like us strive hard to fulfill.

I watched two movies yesterday, guess which one !!!
hmmm
Anthony kon hai and mixed doubles
Both of them are contrast in their story and execution ..
Konkana sen as usual looked enthralling in the whole movie.
Movie is directed by rajat kapoor, the name in itself sufficient to tell you about the standard of the movie.
If you dont know much about rajat kapoor then for your knowledge he is the director of " Mr. India ", " bandit queen " and oscar nominated film " elizabeth".
mixed double is about the encroachment of western thinking on indian nuptial couple.
It has many hilarious turns and some fine acting. The most special entity of the movie is its dialogue. No formulated dialogues nothing , just simple daily routine dialogues which we speak normally. It prevents the monotonicity which is required to glue the audience. Though despite of such fine acting and direction I dont think mixed doubles will do fine in the box office. For one simple reason, it lacks in jhatka and matkas of the hero heroine ( the prime requirement of indian typical masala movie ).

Anthony kon hai is a typical comp type movie. Take a dvd or load it from the internet, then sit back and watch in your leisure time. Nothing much to tell about Anthony kon hai kyunki maine 10 minute main yeh movie chatkayi...:P
Actually god saved my time. One of my freind, a typical fimbazz offered to show the whole movie in ten minutes....hehehehe what else you want when there is someone to save your precious time.
We saw the main points rather turning points and obviously the comedy portion. Ab yeh naa poochna kaise lagi. Bas aiwain hi thi kuch khas naa lagi.

Chalo after a LOngggggg gap I think I quenched some of my blog readers :)