Gyan

L- listens Well,

 E-empathy,

 A-attitude,

 D-dreams and decisiveness,

 E-effectiveness,

 R-resilience,

 S-a sense of purpose,

 Humility And humor. 

I-integrity and imagination,

 Principles, And willingness to pack other peoples

 Parachutes.

One size fits None : Part 2.

link of part 1:
 http://ninadthinks.blogspot.in/2014/02/one-size-fits-none-part-1.html


link of part 1.5 :http://ninadthinks.blogspot.in/2014/02/one-size-fits-none-part-15.html

 Babu sat outside on the road that day and started playing his drums.

Tupp Tub. Tuppa tub

 "Greeting BABU" - Pujari (priest)
"Greetings" Babu
 "Pandurang will be kind" - pujari.(priest)

"What makes you say he isnt, (he) Vittal is kind, he is mauli - (mother)" spanned Babu.

"What I meant was things will improve" - Pujari

"Hmmm they will"

Tab tap tab tapp

"Why do you look so gloomy" - Pujari

"I am just tired sir, nothing wrong"

" If you need anything meet me in the evening"  Pujari

"sure"


Tab tap tab tapp. He was not going to meet him in the evening. It was hopeless.

At the same time in the same moment, Ravi Sharma lost everything. He was broke. He had just lost his job. He did not know how to go home broke and jobless and hence he ran away to nowhere.
Darkness

At this very moment Alka Gupta took a dip in the river Godavari. The river they said purified all sins. But was this true. Can all sins be washed away. Was it a sin in the first place.

End of part 1.5
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Alka Gupta came out of the river and touched the Pujari's feet. Pujari - "Bless you"


Alka - "Thank you baba"

Pujari walked away.   Alka still lingered. She had nothing to do. Confusion had gripped her. Why did she let it happen. Why was she greedy. Did she deserve this faith.

Babu played his drum - Tapp tap tap, tapp tapp
tapp. tap . tapp, tap tap

The evening came and night followed. Babu packed for the day and started back home. His usual route was along the bank of river Godavari and he knew the route well. Today though something came in his way. An object - a person - a man. no. it was a lady.

He wondered why is she here. At this time. Why is she wet.

He enquired - "Tai, (sister) why are you here, at this hour .. are you lost?"

Alka turned and saw the man, radiating. She said she was just looking at the river and got lost in thought.

Vittal tula sukki thevo - May god keep you happiness, (keep you happy)

Thus Babu turned and went away but not to his home but at Pujaris place.

Alka Gupta's  thought - " Did my bribe actually led to that child's death. But everyone does it. Why is it that this has boomerang on me"

Babu to Pujari, "Why are people unhappy ?"

Pujari " What is happiness"

Babu " Finding joy"

Pujari " Where do people find joy"

Babu " In things, in people, in relationship"

Pujari " Can you get joy in nothing"

Babu " Ofcourse you cant"

Pujari " why is that"

Babu " Because in nothing, there is nothing to relate it to"

pujari " why is it that you find nothing right now in your Pandurang, why is it that you look so dejected, you say vittal with your toungue but I fear you are just going through the motions. You dont love the God anymore you don't have Bhakti (devotion) for him "

Babu "you mean to say I dont relate to God... that God is nothing "

Pujari  " I am just stating my obervations, I cant understand how the human mind works. so what is it that is really bothering you"

Babu   " shoes... till this evening and now a girl I met at the Ghat"

Pujari  raised his eyebrows "she is still there, she is a city girl for sure. should we go and check. she seems from a good family"

And thus they went to the ghat. But the girl had left. A hawker pointed out that she took a cycle rickshaw to somewhere. she was staying probably in the small town itself.


A man kept travelling straved and penniless and he finally collapsed. Police found him and his wallet had this photograph. A Building along person with a helmet.  He was hospitalized.

His shoes were customized. This person had large feet. Police found driver's licence. The name said Ravi Sharma. Age 34. From Mumbai. Light Motor Vehicle.

One size fits none - Part 1.5

Yet week after week the whole situation seemed hopeless. It was hopeless. There was no way he was going to get those shoes.

Till the day he got them. The story is now about how did he get those shoes, it was a journey, nay a pilgrimage to human heart.
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link of part 1:
 http://ninadthinks.blogspot.in/2014/02/one-size-fits-none-part-1.html

 Babu sat outside on the road that day and started playing his drums.

Tupp Tub. Tuppa tub

 "Greeting BABU" - Pujari (priest)
"Greetings" Babu

 "Pandurang will be kind" - pujari.(priest)

"What makes you say he isnt, (he) Vittal is kind, he is mauli - (mother)" spanned Babu.

"What I meant was things will improve" - Pujari

"Hmmm they will"

Tab tap tab tapp

"Why do you look so gloomy" - Pujari

"I am just tired sir, nothing wrong"

" If you need anything meet me in the evening"  Pujari

"sure"


Tab tap tab tapp. He was not going to meet him in the evening. It was hopeless.

At the same time in the same moment, Ravi Sharma lost everything. He was broke. He had just lost his job. He did not know how to go home broke and jobless and hence he ran away to nowhere.
Darkness

At this very moment Alka Gupta took a dip in the river Godavari. The river they said purified all sins. But was this true. Can all sins be washed away. Was it a sin in the first place.

Tera Campaign

 in tune of tere Naina...

Campaign ka chal ye
Executive ka haal ye
Har Monday ko Baldleye  sama
Tum jo express na karo ya phir issue avoid karo
Tham ke rukk jagoge tum waha ke waha

Sab se crucial hai campaign ka success
jispe depend hai hum sab ki icrement
Oh aise campaign tu yaadhi ton aaye

ho tera campaign tera campaign tera campaign re
mera campaign mera campaign mera campaign re

Aahat PESTAL chalat category ki
Execution pe saab hai hoshiyaar
chaahe kuch na bolu chaahe raaz na kolu
It depends on every element meri jaan

Deadline jo hai deadly se bhi bhayankar
use pura karna ka hi ye hai chakkar

Oh aise campaign tu yaadhi ton aaye

ho tera campaign tera campaign tera campaign re
mera campaign mera campaign mera campaign re

Tera Campaign, challenge badhaye
Tera Campaign, technology sikhaye







 

One size fits none. part 1

It was a bad month. The tourists were low and the city was almost deserted. Babu sat on his usual spot and he played his drums. No one was there but he played , tub tub tubb tub tubb tub . He was playing from his heart. He always played with his heart. He was blind since childhood and the drum was what he had grew up on. He played tub tub tubb tub tubb tub.

God was kind though. He usually earned enough to eat twice in a day and had a small place to stay. With food in the belly, anyone can love art. Blindness doesnt crippled art it increases it. It makes your ears sharper. It makes your tongue crisper and you can sense the core. Its when you are hungry. Thats when its tough to love art. Because hunger survives or makes to try survive. While art makes you grow.

Its not that Babu had no aspirations. He wanted to be a musician but somewhere down the line  "lack of vision " lead to lack of opportunity and in his small city where tourism was the major industry, he fell short.

Babu shoes had worn out a long time ago. He wanted to buy new shoes. But the peak season was still a long time ago away. The question was how is he going to buy new shoes.

He played his drum with sincerity, tub, tub, tubpa tub tub.

Yet week after week the whole situation seemed hopeless. It was hopeless. There was no way he was going to get those shoes.

Till the day he got them. The story is now about how did he get those shoes, it was a journey, nay a pilgrimage to human heart. 

Outside In - Window.

 

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To each his own
everyone craves for their zone

Each one craves for their window
to express, to define, to explore

Yet sometimes it happens
Abeit breifly that we lose more from it.

We are poorer with out the window,
but are rich enough to love it in our poverty

What good is a window when your stomach is groovling with hunger
Its a waste

Yet we crave
and we save

We are after all living to...
look out of the window.

Outside in.

Ninad it is time once again to begin.

India Watch - Read it and Ignore.

There are two distinct worlds out there.

One India which is growing and one which seems to be stuck somewhere in the past.

Recently a conversation with a highly educated person living in a metro made me aware of the fact that hypocrisy is the core on which we have build this nation.


We have grown.

Internet with mobile is making technology reach to the interiors. A teenager from Tirrutani is as much equipped to use an app as one in Thane. This is equality. This is a par ground.



We are more educated. We have more access to jobs, goods, loans than ever before.

We have diverse media.

We have youth. Lots of it and hence a lot of potential.



We are struck. 

Never before have we been so direction less. We dont have the trust in our leaders and most of us dont even know our leaders. We as a nation are running without a goal or that is what it seems.

We are divided - in regions, beliefs, ... and many more.

Now we are a globalized country and we are trying to adopt the best from the west and India.

We (youngsters) crave for instant results, gratifications but this task of building a nation is complex and perhaps a very long term process.

I am not saying every Indian should have a blue print of the building of the nation but every Indian should know what sort of building is being built in the first place.

The youth we have is wasted as without direction and a goal, we run our own lives and we build our own fortunes as per our luck talent and potential.

We are at cross roads now. Its for us to choose what we want. Its for us to unite and plan for the blueprint.

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