May 29th, 2008.
" Vishnu, you have to make a tough choice. Tell me your decision in a week's time but we'll love to have you here ... "
Well, this made my day. I mean, the day itself was great in its own way, but this was the icing on the cake.
I had to wait for sometime before they called me in for the interview. So, I spent my time scrutinizing the others who had come for the interview. To my utter disbelief i found that all of them went in for the interview with their parents. What a shame. Come on, after all we are adults. What's the big deal about going for the interview without being mama's boy ? (Pssst... It was my mom who told me all this and forced me to go in without her...) Anyway, I was quite confident and walked in to the room with an "excuse-me"... That completely through them off-guard. Good... SVV 1. Management 0. That didn't last long however. Even before i could take my seat they asked me whether I had come alone. I had to say NO. So, all the trouble came to nothing. I had to fetch mom from outside the room. SVV 1. Management 1. After that, it was a one-man show. Wow... was I fired up. I did tell them that I was doing engineering. I also told them that I wanted to join vis-com because I had to follow my heart at some point of my life. They seemed impressed. I also told them that i wanted to be a film director and that I've already written scripts for some short films of mine. They hence asked me loads of other questions related to films as they could see my interest in that field. So, at the end of it all they said
" Vishnu, you have to make a tough choice. Tell me your decision in a week's time but we'll love to have you here ... "
So, my full-time score must have been SVV 15. Management 1. But, I lost count after a while.
I had already made up my mind long before that. Let me get a basic degree and then plunge into my world. I promised myself that. It's the least I can do to my loving family...
Friday, May 30, 2008
Things look up for me... Maybe bcoz i'm taller ?!!
May 28th,2008.
Well, you see I never have any expectation from this blog. All I wanted was to have a good time writing and that's what I've been doing. I'm happy as long as I get to see my writing in print. But the pleasure that you derive from customizing your blog, trying out various permutations and combinations...wow... pure heaven. Kudos to Blogger ! Keep up the good work.
This blog is just my version of an online diary, so I wouldn't care so much if nobody visits my blog at all. After all, diaries are absolutely personal, right ?
Anyway, I had loads of fun writing the entrance exam at DG. There were loads of questions testing your G.K. But, the most interesting part was when we had to write a script for a 30 sec ad film on any relevant social issue. I did a great job at that. I took up the issue of the harassment of eunuchs in the country. I have to thank my mom again for that. Coz, she, being a writer, gave me valuable ' indirect ' inputs through her new book on them. The good thing about that book is I'm designing the cover. Wow... That's cool, isn't it ? Anyway I got selected and hence they've called me for an interview tomorrow. Looking forward to it, man. Catch you later. Take care.
Fate rules !!!
May 27th, 2008.
Well, to say that my family has become one happy lot would be a bit of an understatement. I actually had the courage to speak out to my mom and dad about the "peer" pressure they exerted on me and told them flat out that I would love to live life my way. I stressed that I would love to do a film-making course after I finish with engineering. They seemed shocked that they had such a big role to play in me becoming moody the past few days. But then they seemed to understand. That's the good thing about parents. They are willing to learn. To tolerate. I will always forgive them. After all, they have no prior experience in raising a child. Anyways, I had a pleasant surprise waiting for me in the evening. An application form for Visual Communication from DG vaishnav. Wow !!! You see, I do love God for the way he created parents. We could have so many strains, fights, tantrums but at the end of the day, they still remain firmly by your side, constantly coaxing us to reach out for our dreams. Well, so you see, All's well that end's well. This cliched statement could well make the top of the Laws of God list. That's it from me for today, catch you later. Bye !!!
Thursday, May 29, 2008
The Final Journey
A death march was in full swing. A cacophony of drum beats, trumpets and noise disturbed the peace of the otherwise silent surroundings. Flowers were littered throughout the stretch of the road and the place looked like a wedding in full swing what with the dancers and the musicians. Some solemn and glum faces were visible amongst the crowd in stark contrast to many who seemed to enjoy the procession.
Amidst the exuberant celebrations, a speck of white was visible. On close inspection one could see a man in his late 40s, cursing the procession. He was tired and badly in need of rest but he willed his ailing back to bend forward and sweep. Cars and bikes whizzed past him. He was beginning to feel dizzy now. He took a few uncertain steps here and there, and suddenly, dropped to the ground.
Lying face down on the bed, she was still brooding and crying. Despair and fear continued to haunt her even with the police reassuring her that her child would be found soon. He was always a difficult child to deal with, but now alone, in his absence, she realized that her world held more love for him than what she had portrayed down the years. She was missing him and it was hurting. She remembered … All those arguments, all those negative emotions, the tension, the trauma, the uneasiness that had crept into their relationship. God, please, please…give me another chance.
He was carried home by his friends, he was told. His children were crying. He had no money to even buy them a meal. Overcome with overwhelming guilt, he didn’t have the guts to face them. He looked away into a far corner of their hut and lived his life all over again in his mind. God had not been kind to him. He had not even helped him out during his troubles. He thought of all the others in the world, those politians, those cricketers, those actors… Sometimes, he wondered, if God is really all that goody-goody as his devotees claimed. He wondered whether god even had any heart at all.
She wasn’t able to sleep. Facing the ceiling, she wondered if the police had sorted things out. She didn’t have anyone to fall back on, to lend her a helping hand in these turbulent times. God is cruel, she cursed. He had after all, left her all alone in this world with her baby for company after a car crash wiped out her family. He wasn’t really that bad a child, she thought. She was now feeling guilty. Her hard ways seemed to separate the two of them hour by hour. He had gotten so upset at one point that he had stormed out of the house, only to come back the next day. He came back for me, she thought. He loved me. Silently, she wept. The empty bedroom was her companion and maybe, God too… if He was lurking somewhere nearby.
The night passed.
Today, is payment day, he gushed. Putting on his best clothes that he could afford, he rushed early in the morning to the government office. He had promised his wife new provisions. Maybe he could buy a doll for his children. Maybe a clay horse… something to make them happy.
“Good news, ma’am, we’ve located the gang. We’ll bag them soon…” The police had called early in the morning. She was overjoyed. God was alive after all, she thought. She really wanted to put the past behind her and start afresh. After all, her child was the only one whom she could call family.
“Don’t you know, the government went on an inspection yesterday and found your beat littered with flowers and all. They say your job is not satisfactory. They refused to give you the month’s payment.” Shell shocked, he leant against the office wall, hands on his face, and cried out loudly. Cursing God…cursing fate… cursing life. There was no way they could survive now. He had seen enough of it. I’m tired of my life, he wept. God, I’m coming to you… I’ll give you a peace of my mind as soon as I get there…
“ma’am, on inspection of their grounds, we found that your son is no more. He has been murdered on these very grounds sometime yesterday. We’re sorry ma’am…We truly am”. Overcome with remorse, she couldn’t cry… tears flowed but it was silent. She turned right and there she could see it. There it was, yearning to be visited by someone. Her empty outstretched hand… it was crying out for warmth of her child. Crying out for the comfort of his soft hair that tickled it as he slept. Whatever the day, whatever the hour, he had always slept on this outstretched hand for fifteen years. But now truth finally dawned on her. She couldn’t go on, she couldn’t bear her outstretched hand to be of no use anymore. Gasping for breath, she turned her eyes towards the ceiling, towards heaven… towards the fan… she had an idea.
A death march was in full swing….
Three of them, infact.
Amidst the exuberant celebrations, a speck of white was visible. On close inspection one could see a man in his late 40s, cursing the procession. He was tired and badly in need of rest but he willed his ailing back to bend forward and sweep. Cars and bikes whizzed past him. He was beginning to feel dizzy now. He took a few uncertain steps here and there, and suddenly, dropped to the ground.
Lying face down on the bed, she was still brooding and crying. Despair and fear continued to haunt her even with the police reassuring her that her child would be found soon. He was always a difficult child to deal with, but now alone, in his absence, she realized that her world held more love for him than what she had portrayed down the years. She was missing him and it was hurting. She remembered … All those arguments, all those negative emotions, the tension, the trauma, the uneasiness that had crept into their relationship. God, please, please…give me another chance.
He was carried home by his friends, he was told. His children were crying. He had no money to even buy them a meal. Overcome with overwhelming guilt, he didn’t have the guts to face them. He looked away into a far corner of their hut and lived his life all over again in his mind. God had not been kind to him. He had not even helped him out during his troubles. He thought of all the others in the world, those politians, those cricketers, those actors… Sometimes, he wondered, if God is really all that goody-goody as his devotees claimed. He wondered whether god even had any heart at all.
She wasn’t able to sleep. Facing the ceiling, she wondered if the police had sorted things out. She didn’t have anyone to fall back on, to lend her a helping hand in these turbulent times. God is cruel, she cursed. He had after all, left her all alone in this world with her baby for company after a car crash wiped out her family. He wasn’t really that bad a child, she thought. She was now feeling guilty. Her hard ways seemed to separate the two of them hour by hour. He had gotten so upset at one point that he had stormed out of the house, only to come back the next day. He came back for me, she thought. He loved me. Silently, she wept. The empty bedroom was her companion and maybe, God too… if He was lurking somewhere nearby.
The night passed.
Today, is payment day, he gushed. Putting on his best clothes that he could afford, he rushed early in the morning to the government office. He had promised his wife new provisions. Maybe he could buy a doll for his children. Maybe a clay horse… something to make them happy.
“Good news, ma’am, we’ve located the gang. We’ll bag them soon…” The police had called early in the morning. She was overjoyed. God was alive after all, she thought. She really wanted to put the past behind her and start afresh. After all, her child was the only one whom she could call family.
“Don’t you know, the government went on an inspection yesterday and found your beat littered with flowers and all. They say your job is not satisfactory. They refused to give you the month’s payment.” Shell shocked, he leant against the office wall, hands on his face, and cried out loudly. Cursing God…cursing fate… cursing life. There was no way they could survive now. He had seen enough of it. I’m tired of my life, he wept. God, I’m coming to you… I’ll give you a peace of my mind as soon as I get there…
“ma’am, on inspection of their grounds, we found that your son is no more. He has been murdered on these very grounds sometime yesterday. We’re sorry ma’am…We truly am”. Overcome with remorse, she couldn’t cry… tears flowed but it was silent. She turned right and there she could see it. There it was, yearning to be visited by someone. Her empty outstretched hand… it was crying out for warmth of her child. Crying out for the comfort of his soft hair that tickled it as he slept. Whatever the day, whatever the hour, he had always slept on this outstretched hand for fifteen years. But now truth finally dawned on her. She couldn’t go on, she couldn’t bear her outstretched hand to be of no use anymore. Gasping for breath, she turned her eyes towards the ceiling, towards heaven… towards the fan… she had an idea.
A death march was in full swing….
Three of them, infact.
God and me- Never been good friends...
I witnessed a rat on the verge of death,
Twisting, twitching and turning it was,
I couldn’t bear to see it cry,
I couldn’t believe when suddenly it died.
I sprinkled water on its face to make it wake up,
But it didn’t.
It just lay there eagle-eyed.
As things dawned on me,
I couldn’t control myself.
I was crying and crying hard,
Oh God! Why is there such a thing as death in this world?
I ask you, god,
Have you ever lived in a family?
Or have you ever known what it is to be loved?
Well then, if you have,
How come you take away our dear ones form amongst us?
They say there’s a life after death,
And that it’s just another journey,
But god why don’t you let us all
Enjoy it together, as a family again?
Why do people age?
Why do animals, plants and trees age?
God, how unfair can it get?
You idiot, do we ever portray you as an old man?
Do we portray rama or jesus as old?
We let you be,
Don’t we?
But then,
Don’t you ever think
Of returning the favor?
Twisting, twitching and turning it was,
I couldn’t bear to see it cry,
I couldn’t believe when suddenly it died.
I sprinkled water on its face to make it wake up,
But it didn’t.
It just lay there eagle-eyed.
As things dawned on me,
I couldn’t control myself.
I was crying and crying hard,
Oh God! Why is there such a thing as death in this world?
I ask you, god,
Have you ever lived in a family?
Or have you ever known what it is to be loved?
Well then, if you have,
How come you take away our dear ones form amongst us?
They say there’s a life after death,
And that it’s just another journey,
But god why don’t you let us all
Enjoy it together, as a family again?
Why do people age?
Why do animals, plants and trees age?
God, how unfair can it get?
You idiot, do we ever portray you as an old man?
Do we portray rama or jesus as old?
We let you be,
Don’t we?
But then,
Don’t you ever think
Of returning the favor?
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