Friday, 6 February 2015

AIB Roast: Controversial or Extra Rare Comedy?


Over the last week, AIB Roast has been the talk of the town. All the social media have been flooded with the negative (some positive) feedback about the show. People are showing outrage after watching it. Some people are ranting on politicians' views that they are regressive. Some are saying that it is a clear violation of freedom of speech and many more.

Anyways I watched all the 3 parts of the AIB Roast and enjoyed it. At the same time at some instances I felt amused and disgusted. I would have watched it twice if it has not been removed from YouTube.

Yet I am a liberal person, I don't believe that the video was completely harmless. I believe that the outcry about the negative impact on Indian culture may be right. Many people like me choosing not to see the negative about the the show. There is already a war between "liberal" and "lame, regressive." I don't want to write anything that presents me as a "AIB lover" and I have nothing to do with the comments like "AIB is sexual" or  "AIB not in line with Indian culture."

You can watch the video here:  AIB Roast Full Video

I know that some of my friends will categorize me being regressive for supporting all those politicians who are already declared "old, lame" by the "young, liberals". These politicians stated the show as a "Porn Show" and sorry folks, I have to say, it was!! Although some of the incidents touched the so called taboos in Indian society but for me it was yet unhealthy for the masses. 

I am not saying that the video should have not made available on YouTube or it should be censored; neither I am saying that all the FIR complaints made were right. But, at the same time I don't believe all the jokes and humour made were good for the society; although those were well-intended for a good humour. Our society is very diverse and it is not necessary that everyone will take it in a right way and these jokes might have a serious issues and results. Our masses don't live in the context of roast.

We can't deny the fact that these celebrities have a very big influence on people. It might be possible that some day a person will quote the same jokes (like, “Tanmay Bhatt is so fat…”, “Ashish Shakya is so black…”, “Aditi Mittal is only here so Ranveer Singh can have someone to jerk off to on stage”) on a fat boy in class or a dark-skinned girl in the group. And, I am sure these types of jokes wont stop here. Why it will stop? Ranveer Singh does it. Arjun Kapoor does it. Karan Johar does it. India loved it.

I believe that "Roast" itself has a problem. As per my knowledge, it is a means of humour for a confined people who enjoy it taking it in a healthy way and return back to their cultured and liberal lives.

But, the sad thing is that Indian society in not yet prepared for it.

Thursday, 5 February 2015

नाना का घर

मेरे बचपन की सभी यादें लगभग धुंधली पड़ चुकी हैं जब मैं अपने नाना के यहाँ रहता था । मेरे दोस्त कौन थे, किनके साथ मैं खेलता था, कुछ याद नहीं है।  अब तो अपने नाना -नानी के चेहरे भी याद नहीं हैं , कुछ धुंधली तस्वीरें हैं यादों में दबे हुए।
मैं खुद पे हैरान होता हूँ जब ये सोचता हु की कैसे मैं अकेले ही एक दिन अपने नाना घर पहुंच गया वो भी पन्द्रह सालों बाद।
आपको तो पता ही होगा मेरे भाई के बारे में, वो एक दिन बिन बताये कहीं चला गया।  वैसे वो अक्सर घर से फरार हो जाया करता था, पर इस बार ज्यादा हो गया।  कुछ १०-१२ दिन हो गए थे उसे घर से गायब हुए। बहुत पता करने के बाद पता चला की वो मामा के घर (बिहार) चला गया है। वैसे तो हमारे मां घर का नाम "इन्द्रपुरी" था, लेकिन हम उससे "पटनवा" कहते थे।
अब मुझे जाना था उससे लेने, वरना वो आता नहीं। पापा तो जा नहीं सकते , कभी गए भी नहीं; कम से कम हमारे उनके साथ आने के बाद तो कभी नही।
शुक्र है की मुझे कुछ अनुभव हो चूका था यात्रा करने का, मैं किसी तरह इन्द्रपुरी उर्फ़ पटनवा पहुंच गया। अब मुझे वैसा ही लग रहा था जैसे शाहरुख़ खान को "करन-अर्जुन" फिल्म में लग रहा था जब वो अपने गाँव में पहुचता है और उससे पुराने जनम की बातें याद आने लगती है।
मुझे पुरानी नहर याद आती है, पीपल  का पेड़ और उस पे रहने वाले बन्दर भी याद आते हैं।  मैं पुरानी पगडण्डी पकड़ के यादों में खोया हुआ चलता जाता हूँ। जब भी मुझे लगता था मैं सही रास्ते पे हूँ, मुझे ख़ुशी होती थी।
मेरे हाथ में बैग था जो कंधे से टंगा हुआ था। आखिर में मैं पहुंच ही गया अपने नाना के घर और वो भी बिना  किसी से पूछे। जब मैं दरवाज़े पे था तो मेरे मासी खड़ी थी। मुझे तो थोड़ा लगा की मेरी गुड्डी मासी है पर उन्होंने मुझे सेल्स मैन समझा और बोला हमे कुछ नहीं चाहिए। मुझे थोड़ी हस्सी आई पर मैं बोला "मैं अमित"!!
उनका चेहरा देखने लायक था. बोली "आओ आओ"।अन्दर देखा तोह पवन मस्त खेल रहा है, पार्टी कर रहा है।
मैं नानी को मिला। उनमे ज्यदा परिवर्तन नहीं आया था , फिर इधर वुधर की बातें की। शिकवा -शिकायत हुये।
मैंने उन्हें पवन के बारे में बताया , तो बोली वो ऐसा ही है।
याद नहीं की मैं उसी दिन वहां से लौट आया या दूसरे दिन।  पर मुझे उन्हें बहुत सी बातें बतानी थी , बहुत सारी चीज़े कहनी थी।
पता नहीं फिर कब मिल पाउँगा।
शायद फिर से पवन एक बार वहां चला जाए औए उसके पीछे मैं भी चला जाऊं। 

Sunday, 18 January 2015

People are Nice Around Me

You are surrounded by the people; some may be bad for you or some may be nice. This is same for me also, but in my case I feel almost all people around me are better than me. All are nice except me.

As an example, I am not ready to help the person every time who is not so very close to me, but some of my friends are. They think they should be helped whenever they are in need. Of course they are nice people. Sometimes I think what the profit is; what will I get in return? That person is of no use. Although I help some of them, still these things come to my mind.

Years back I had a breakup or the girl whom I proposed ignored me completely. What you think; in this case what will I do? Now the scenario is that I have nothing to do with her. I don’t care about that person anymore; I am no longer a well wisher for her. I am like “all or none” type of person. I mean to say that I don’t bother what’s happening in her life.

In contrast of this; see what other people do.

I was talking with a friend of mine who is very caring (More than extra). In the course of conversation I got to know that she still wants everything good about her ex. She told me that she will pray for her ex that he gets whatever is best for him, even the girl with whom he is getting married. Her words were, “I’ll pray if she is good for him, sab theek ho jayega. If the relationship is good for him; I pray it will happen (marriage) because I want best for him.”

Now I think how she can be like this? How she can be so nice to him? Any ways, there are people who are always nice.

People celebrate the success of their friends, but I envy them. Sometimes I feel jealousy. Am I not bad? People buy gifts for the people who are not very close to them; I don’t do so. I don’t even buy gifts. There are few occasions, which can be counted on fingers when I gifted something to someone. Am I not bad? Actually, people around me are better than me. Nicer than me. I am trying to be a nice guy. I am learning from them.

Monday, 12 January 2015

Hello, My Old friend

People who visit my blog know about “The 4 A’s”, but I want to tell you that before these A’s there was an another friend of mine who was very close—Ashutosh.

We used to call him “Choubey Ji” (His full name is Ashutosh Choubey). We had a different impression of him upon ourselves. He is an orthodox Hindu Brahmin boy. We used to see him using the sacred thread around his ears while using toilets. We used to laugh. I remember him as the only friend then. We studied together from class 6th to 10th. Although we are a little apart during our board exams but I can’t remember a moment of separation. We are in touch although we haven’t met for years.

He has had no any bad habits, not at all (at least at that time). He was the guy with whom my dad had no problems. He used to say Ashutosh, a nice guy. I confess that I had a sort of rivalry with him. He has much more ambitions, but I had a secret motto to keep him behind me. Thanks to him, as doing so I got really good in some of the subjects and got highest in a couple of subjects. I still cherish it, I wonder because our class was full of studious students and a cut-throat competition was making it worse (and, I was never a part of it).

I got to know that now he has started drinking and smoking (heard somewhere). When I called him and asked him to have a drink party; he replied that he will be there anytime soon and wont say NO until I have enough of alcohol and I finally say NO. Yet I think he occasionally drinks and smokes.

Yesterday I had enough of alcohol and suddenly I started talking about him with my friends. I missed him. I remembered my beautiful old days and thought to write something about it.

We have many things common; we are both Brahmins, belong to middle class family and were vegetarians that time. Although, I was not his best friend, but for me he was. I remember, that time when everyone was moving to different schools for higher studies according to their preferences, we had to fill slam books (I loved it). There was a section saying “your best friend” and I remember; I had written Ashutosh’s name every time.

He is very strong both physically and mentally. When we were in class 7th or 8th; we had a fight. I don’t think he remembers it, but I remember this. We were talking about some study related question and we each had a separate answer. I thought I was right and furiously slapped him and he just did not react back. I mean, he would have slapped me back. He just gave me a look of shock. As I told you; he is very strong, I just think what if he would have slapped me back and you know I was nowhere close to him an physical strength. I felt very sad, although I was not talking to him, inside I was praying God to make Ashutosh talk to me. Anyways it was not for a long time. I was happy that he understood everything and forgave me.

It’s sad that our friendship is not like before or I think our friendship is same but it needs a catalyst. It might also be possible that our friendship is temporarily off in mundane and sophistication.

I wish him all the best. He should get what he deserves.

Saturday, 10 January 2015

She Says

[Initially]

I say, "I love you."
She says, "I love you too. I love you very much. I can't live without you."
                             
                              [Romantic chats follow]
                                              .
                                              .
                                              .
                                           
                                     [After sometime]

I say, " But, I love you."
She says, " Now, I love me more. Don't marry me"

I say, "Can't you change yourself; we will be happy together?"
She says, "I cant change myself for anyone, not for you also. Change yourself. Don't marry me"

I say, "We will be getting married; don't you think you should improve."
She says, "Don't you think asking to 'improve' itself is wrong? How can you ask me to improve? Accept me as I am or else don't marry me."

I say, "Can't you be a little sacrificing for me?"
She says, "OMG!! It's enough!! It's a love marriage and you are asking me to be sacrificing? Don't marry me."

I say, "You have ego problem."
She says, "You are not less. And yes I have ego. Then, don't marry me"

I say, "You don't respect me."
She says, "Of course I do. Don't you see how I talk to you. Actually you haven't seen a REAL me."
[I recall her statements going through the conversation again]

                                        [No contact mode]




Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Where Logic is a Taboo: Part II


In my previous post I had some hypothetical situations where logic never works out. Emotions win every time. In this post I will try to explain why this happens, why emotion wins over logic. The thing is that at the time of taking any decision, emotions play a very crucial role. Actually even with what we believe are logical decisions, the very point of decision is perhaps always based on our emotions.


I have heard a madcap story which illustrates this point.


There was a wealthy man dating three very beautiful women. All of them were smart, lovely and talented. He was finding it very difficult to figure out which of these three women to marry. One of his friends who was considered wise advised him to give them each Rs. 500,000 and watch what they do with the money. The first woman spent the amount immediately on herself. The second lady invested the money somewhere. But, the third woman spent the money on him. Now the question is, whom do you think he married?

Any guesses? Let me tell you.

He married his secretary who had a surgically enhanced breast. Got the point?

Okay, let me explain you the same think in a different way. Think of any situation where you believe that you can argue with your concrete facts, ideas, reasons and logic. There is no way the other person could say no to your perfectly constructed argument. Saying no to you is impossible as you think that there are no other logical solution or answer against you.

But then some other person comes who did not get persuaded by your logic. He dug in his heels and refused to dislodge. Were you shocked? Of course you will be bewildered and stunned. The thing is that you can’t win an argument with facts, it’s all emotions because decision-making isn’t logical. You can only make them realize that what should be right or what is beneficial for them but ultimately they will decide on the basis of their self-interest (and that’s emotional). I want this; I am like this. This is good for me and my side and so on.

I have a personal experience, Let me explain you this.

Recently I bought a bike (Yamaha FZS). When I was at the dealer outlet, my intent was to have a sparkling new bike. I had my priorities at the beginning. Initially I was leaning towards a fuel-efficient bike. It might be possible that I was concerned about money and future investment. The thing was that I want a vehicle, which can accompany me on my daily commute. Suddenly my eyes were caught by some another motorbike. The bike’s colour and graphics attracted me; my heart skips a beat. Now I started thinking how happy my girlfriend will be when she sees this beauty or how I and she will look while riding it. And suddenly my priorities vanished. I decided this is the bike I must have. Who needs those bikes that are used by elderly people? I am young; I should have this bike (Yamaha FZS).

So in a persuasion, I think we should have a balance between emotions and logic. When dealing with people, you are not dealing with a creature of logic, but with a creature of emotion who is motivated by pride and vanity.

Logic is good where there is no emotion. Even without emotions you can’t be logical; you can’t take decisions.