Untold Stories Post 21: The Death of SuperStar

On 18 July 2012, we lost a very known Bollywood actor and a great soul, “Rajesh Khanna”
My father was very sad for the incident,
I remember He called me after very long time, as Me and My father rarely use to talk in my engineering days. He gave me a telephonic call when I was in Hyderabad for an Short term course, as his first sentence were, Rajaesh Khanna is no more.
Even my teacher Dr. Ananad Raj form Help Biotech Academy was also sad that Rajesh Khanna Died.
I had to look at Wikipedia that time and search who is Rajesh Khanna, I knew he was some actor but i wasn’t sure of, I was even not sure that he is actually talking about the Actor Rajesh Khanna or there is someone in our family died.
In fact it did.

Family is not the blood bound relationship that we have to follow even if we don’t like them. FAMILY ARE THE PEOPLE WHO ACCEPT YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE AND YOU ACCEPT THEM BACK EVEN BEING AWARE OF THEIR FLAWS AND DEEDS.

Rajesh Khanna accepted people as part of his life, his family was much bigger, and even crossed the borders India long time before I even think of reaching somewhere abroad. In turn people like My Dad, My Proffessor and may 80’s and 90’s generation youth accepted him as part of their family.
Unfortunately No one told me and even I dint see it, as “Bonds don’t require name to form.”

I could never understand the pain or the vacuum feeling unless the time 30th November 2013. We lost Paul Walker, another great soul in the mid way shooting of Fast and Furious 7.
I got a thought of Though on screen we 21st generation youth were so connected with him that even a thought of not seeing him again even on screen was a sad feeling one. Bonds Don’t require name to form. And this Bond or a relation between and actor and a spectator was a bond which is form already. We are connected with an Imaginary Thread which when cut, feels us incomplete in a very minute dose of pain.

Rest In Peace you both. We Miss you !!!!
I would like to quote both the dialog quoted for these two actors:

Rajesh Khanna : “Babumoshai, zindagi aur maut uparwale ke haath hai jahanpanah. Usse na toh aap badal sakte hain na main. Hum sab toh rangmanch ki kathputhliyan hain jinki dor uparwale ki ungliyon main bandhi hain. Kab, kaun, kaise uthega yeh koi nahi bata sakta hai. Ha, ha, ha.”

Translation: Life and death are in hands of God, we are just puppets in his hands on the stage called world. We cannot change it. When which string will be lifted up, No one had any clue 🙂 ha ha

Paul Walker: “If one day Speed Kills me Don’t Cry, because I was Smiling”

No Matter where you are, whether a quarter mile away or half way across the world, You will always be with me…………

‪#‎tapishdongre‬ ‪#‎utsp‬
images courtesy: Wikipedia & Wikimedia 🙂

Untold Stories Post 20: The Word FUCK

India is a country very famous for Graffiti, In all public places we find non public posters all over. Boys even express their love in Graffiti in Boys toilet writing “I love you Simran” when I always use to wonder when will Simran have time to peep into boys toilet and check the status that a guy actually loved her.

In Railway stand/toilets Youth are so interested to teach Kamasutra to other people that they draw all 26 positions of having sex just to guide other travelers how it has to be done. Today I can at least try to understand all the images and the code languages, but there was a time when I was first exposed to these stuff where I had no clue what it means

I was in Grade VI and started living at Type III new Residential Rental House at Ordnance Factory Medak, Yeddumaliaram, AP 502205 INDIA. I have seen this for the first time that A BIG picture of Naked girl was drawn in Type V bus stand and near her Vaginal opening there was a big Arrow pointing towards and Words written “FUCK ME”

As a boy I was excited to watch the picture but as a Kendirya Vidyalay Science Student, I was more keen to know what the word “FUCK” means
As I was aware my parents have very less command over English I decided to ask my English Teacher, Muhhamad Ali Sir.
To my question he smiled and replied, “Have you checked the English Dictionary for the meaning?
Yes I replied it says the word Fuck is a VERB which means “having act of sexual intercourse”
Then what is your question asked Ali sir,
I asked him again, I am not aware of the word Sexual Intercourse either ! This dictionary has no use to me, Thus I wanted to know the meaning form you.
That time no one laughed on me as In my town, none of the VIth grade knew about the meaning of FUCK.
Muhammad Ali sir replied, Probably you must ask your biology teacher, she can teach you better.
I followed sir instructions and asked my Biology Teacher,
She replied in anger, “When I am teaching about Parts of a Plant you are keen to know form where the fruit has come.”
The word FUCK is not in syllabus, have you seen it anywhere in your Science Class VI text book?. she asked.
I bowed my head down and came back as the question was unanswered.
That Time during the whole conversation, I clearly remember, no one laughed at me as the whole town class VI grade students did not know the meaning of FUCK or sexual intercourse either.

That was my exposure to the word fuck
Students of 21st century are aware of the word long before they are in Grade VI. Its nice that they are finally receiving the knowledge about sexual education long before people start to exploit them.
They are not deprived of education as I was only exposed to one Bus Stand as the present Generation kids carry their bus stand in their pocket in form of Mobile Phones.
I even don’t say that class 6th is the right age to gain sexual knowledge, But I don’t even justify the reply which was given to me by my teachers.

In this fast growing era where education system is carried by mobile phones, youtube and other media, I request all Teachers in my contact at lest to please understand the demand of current generation knowledge, Please dont get angry with students questions and feel free to at least give a try to understand what a child have in his mind and try to explain with the possible positive knowledge which will make a stable society in which young minds can live in harmony, Respecting opposite sex rather than trying to exploit them

‪#‎tapishdongre‬ ‪#‎utsp‬

Untold Stories Post 19: The Heroes Among Us

The memories of this story are little faded thus cannot comment on the accuracy of the story but its is how I remember form my point of view…

I was in Standard Vth of my schooling and My Best friend at time Avinash Chaudhari was with class II or IIIrd I guess. Though we had an age difference but because of our thought similarity and area compatibility, we made a great team. If someone in the Ordnance Factory Ground Bullied any one of us, we use to hit back together.

The houses our area had Manual Lock system. i.e they had to bold in form inside to lock the door or form outside an external Pad lock should be installed every time we are going away form our home.
This was a strange incident that Avinash’s Mother came to our House to talk with my mother about some issues, (the afternoon girl talk ha ha)
She might have forgot the Pressure Cooker On gas stove kept on, or Might have done it on purpose as the Cooker takes about more than 20 minutes to cook. Till that time Multi-Tasker Home Maker woman can do various stuff in the 20 minutes time (including having a small chat with their neighbor. The food has to done before 12pm as at around 1pm our respective father will have Lunch in Factory and our mother’s home cooked food is being delivered to them by a transporter man.
Avinash’s little brother Sonu has just learn how to walk, he was not able to speak sentence but was able to speak little words. Just with a Playful attitude he use to walk and touch every thing around his house as the world was new to his baby hands. He accidentally came towards the house main door and as kids like to play with things, he bolted himself inside the house, unaware of how to open himself back.
The Gravity of situation is A mother is locked outside the house, Her kid is inside, Pressure Cooker is on, that is on the Gas Stove which is filled by LPG (Liquefied Petroleum Gas) which have highest Probably of Blasting and Burning the whole house itself.

As the Pressure Cooker whistle more and more, an helpless mother use to cry outside and he baby use to cry from inside of not being aware how to open the door. The house started filling up with steam/smoke.
We tried different ways to open the door but we failed.
Our fathers were not available at that period of time. They were working in the factory so it made us the sole owner and of the situation maintenance.

I tried to climb up the house form back and enter the house form behind. But I discovered My stupid head structure is so Big that it dose not fit the grill and I cannot cross the grill to enter the house. Plus I was very fat that time.

Then came the chance of Avinash Himself. He was little but very flexible guy and he climbed the ladder, Cross through the grill and went inside the house. He opened the House from inside and saw his brother on floor semi unconscious as he cried for a long time.
From then the adults took over and Situation got under control.

The lesson I learned that day was how so small a person is build, he/she is build with a purpose. And time and situations realizes us the importance of the person
Time Faded the story, but let me Remind you
AVINASH UTTAM CHAUDHARY son of Uttam Choudhari was the HERO among us who save the life of his young brother.

‪#‎tapishdongre‬ ‪#‎utsp‬

Untold Stories Post 17: COMMON SENSE

Its a Good old saying “common sense is not common” but how I found out with a different meaning is a funny story:

It was 2007 when I was on my end of 12th Grade. Pandaya Sir, who was my mathematics teacher was writing something on the green board in our school Kendriya Vidyalaya Ambajhari Nagpur, INDIA. I stopped him and requested, “Could you please write litte bigger?” He was confused by my demand, then I said, “the alphabets you are writing are very small and not clear, would you mind writing little bigger or bold?”
He replied “Why don’t you come and sit on the front bench and you can see it properly”.
I moved form my bench and sat on front bench and even then I knew he was writing very small but no one has the guts to talk to him and say he is doing that. In India we have a fear to talk to our teacher as our culture teaches us to respect them and never question them back. But I was taught and raised little different and then I requested again, Sir you are still writing small, to that he confronted its my way of writing. He tried to write bigger which was visible to me but then again went back to writing small and unclear. He told me as a joke, YOU need to see a doctor, Check your eyes.
I took it seriously and booked an appointment with Ophthalmologist and he checked my eyes with different corrective lenses He discovered that I have vision which needs corrective lenses of (-1) in both eyes. He asked me since what time you have this problem to that I replied since today morning, when I observed Pandaya sir is writing very small on Board.
Doctor Replied, That is not possible, You must have this eye problem since at least one year, its a gradual change to spoil your eyesight till (-1)….
I was Astonished and I thought for a long time and replied to him

“I thought/assumed, EVERYONE IN CLASS HAS THE SMALL WORDS AND BLURRY VISION ONLY”

That day I learned two things, first is that out of 5 common senses that everyone has, one of my sense i.e my eyes are not common to others and Secondly if the change is gradual you cannot observe it or tend to ignore to observe the change till the time it becomes big and much problematic to control.

Its been 8 years I still wear a corrective lenses of power (-1)
Yes there are various methods with Bio-Technology to correct it. But for now, the two Lessons I learned are something worth sharing 🙂

Untold Stories Post 16: KITCAT AND CAT

It was in late 1990’s that one day my litter sister Kritika Milind and my dad were playing with a wild cat outside the house. My sister was very small and she did not know that its bad to pull the cat’s tail and not all cats like that to do with them. The cat got angry and she scratched/bit my sis in fraction of seconds. It was thought a minor scratch but as the cat was Wild one and not the domestic one, Dolly has to go through series ofpreventive injections taken in direct dose in her stomach. As a kid who cannot even properly speak, she use to just cry to avoid taking injections and whenever she sense that parents use to take her out to doctor, she use to hide somewhere where I use to help parents in catching her.
Most of the time as my dad’s vehicle was only efficient to carry 3 people I was left alone in the house and had to wait for Mom, Dad and Dolly for every hospital session. Every time they came back I use to see a KIT-KAT on Dolly’s hand and she slowly munching the Chocolate bar.
This was a weekly routine and when every time I see KIT-KAT on her hand while returning home. I use to imagine the sweetness of kit kat which I rarely had as the Chocolate bar was an expensive one for a Middle Class family where I was growing my childhood days.
Day by Day, week by week I started becoming jealous and one day I talked with my mom about it..

I will tell you the same thing what my mom told to a 5th standard kid that time,

“YOU CAN ONLY SEE THE KITKAT IN HER HAND AND UNFORTUNATELY YOU ARE NOT ABLE TO SEE THE PAIN WHICH SHE FACES WHEN AN THICK INJECTION NEEDLE ENTERS HER STOMACH”

That thing is still true with the world around. I find the 5th grade kid in everyone. Everyone is jealous of one point or the other with their own dear surrounding, its not their mistake that they are jealous or envy others, the only point is they need a mother who can explain them that they are not able to see the pain which people are going through before getting the KIT-KAT

Untold Stories Post 15: OLD AGE

 

I was driving my Car with a speed of 100 on Gimpy-Brisbane Highway M3, There was A Dark RED Lamborghini Following my Car. My speed was 100 constantly and then I see the RED Lamborghini slowly Over taking me on my path.
There was a good loud music going on inside the Car which was difficult to hear as My car gives crappy noise to me. The Car Went from my right and crossed me in a matter of 30 to 40 seconds. I was dazzled to see the Car Again…
A pair of Ladies Definitely around or above the age of 60 were Driving the Car.
RED LAMBORGHINI DRIVEN BY 2 OLD LADIES, might be a normal thing in Australia, but for me It was a scene of appreciation.
I was Jealous for some moments and then I said to myself, THIS IS THE LIFE I WANTED.
In INDIA it is believed that once you are at age of 60, Its your age to DIE.
But here in AUSTRALIA or most of the Western Countries, LIFE STARTS AT 60.

I assumed this is the LIFE I WANTED, THIS IS THE LIFE I WANT MY PARENTS TO LIVE.

World CLASS LIVING.
Life is only ONCE thus Make the Maximum out of it..

AB MUZ KO JEENAAA…
(Now I WANT to LIVE)

Untold Stories Post 14: Killing Your OWN CHILD

I am a Bio-technologist, I like to poss off or actually distribute my share of knowledge that I Learned by paying Huge Sum of money going to different schools, universities and other Educational Institutions,
I was just discussing about various options and new technology what we have these days. Medical Science, Plant Biotechnology, Bio weapons, Bio Fuel and Even Bio Metrics
One female approached me in my shift during Sun-crop Stadium retail staffing event and asked me, Can you or your technology determine sex of my child I am carrying,
Yes, I replied politely and I asked Why you want to know that???
She dogged my question and asked me again, How much time is required for the test or how much days has to be over for the test to occur?
I answered her query and informed here that test takes hardly two minutes with the technology we have right now…and can be done in less than 4 weeks after Pregnancy
She asked do you know someone who can do this test form me??
Yes I replied again, but before that I need to know Why you want to know the sex of your child?

She finally Replied, I already have a Girl Child, I wanted a boy Child now to carry forward my generation and protect this girl child.

I was shocked to hear this that After Coming to Australia, I am meeting people of such a strong base mentality.

I asked her again, So you mean you will abort this child if thats a girl?? You will destroy her right to come in this world only because your choice of sex progeny is a Male Child.
She did not reply to this question and Just requested me again to gain the contact information of the person I know that can do these test for her.

I replied politely I cant understand your situation right now but according my ethics that I learned till date, I cannot give you that information as the motive is not strong enough.

I said sorry I cannot give that information to you.
In Australia yes getting info about sex of child before birth is legal but, But killing your own child just because of your choice of your choice of sex for a progeny is unethical to me.

I have nothing to teach you out of this story today. I am shocked myself.

Untold Story Post 13: RESPECTING WOMEN

This scene happened recently while I was coming back form a Sun crop Shift. I Boarded the Train form Aurchenflower to Toowong, Brisbane, AUSTRALIA.

Four Boys after enjoying the Game Were sitting in Front of me in a 4 person compartmental seat and next to them near the exit door came and sat a HOT girl about the age between 20 to 25,
One of the Guy started Teasing her wearing a Mask and Imitating the Guy’s figure whoz mask was on. The Girl Ignored Those Guys.
I was very Curious what Is happening Around as throughout my life I have never seen any girl been teased in front of my eyes.
Then the tezing continued and Girl ignored every comment by the guys around.

Then Came a Hero and One guy said to them that “Cant You see the Girl is not interested to Talk with you”
The guy in mask turned back and said to his friends, ohh the Girl is not interested to talk with me.

The girl turned to that HERO Guy and Said “THANK YOU”

That was the MOMENT WHEN I LOST ALL MY RESPECT TOWARDS THE GIRL.

The hero guy went out in next station, and I did not get down at my stop. I wanted to see more.

The guy in mask said, NOW he has gone, NOW what you will do?
Girls expression changed. She was sad all of a sudden.
MY curious mind coudn’t tolerate this
I went and sat next to her.
Asked her ‘Y she was sad ?’
She said “NOW I am ALL RIGHT”

I said then I can get back to my Seat and I continued my journey.
Girl went out of train at next station And After that in next two station I started talking with the four guys, They were all harmless guys Chilling out after some beer after a Big Game in the train.

I wrote this post Title RESPECTING WOMEN,
But Seriously When Women Cannot RESPECT THEMSELVES,
THEY NEED OTHER MEN TO PROTECT THEM,
They Cannot Protect Themselves
Or be affected by some Teazing by others,
Or WHEN THEY CANNOT FIGHT THEIR OWN BATTLE.

I DON’T have any RESPECT to THOSE WOMEN.

When you want EQUALITY, LEARN TO FIGHT YOUR OWN BATTLE AND STOP TAKING OTHER MEN’S SUPPORT..

‪#‎tapishdongre‬ ‪#‎ustp‬

Untold Stories Post 12: THE TRUE INDIAN

Year 2015 here in Australia, when an Two Strangers Meet on Street, They ask the common Questions like
Person 1 :How You Going?
Person 2: I am Fine Thanks for Asking, How you Going?
Person 1: Yes I am good Too, Where are you form Brother?
Person 2 : I am an Aussi Mate, from so & so place.
Person 1 : Nice to meet you
Person 2 : Nice to meet you.

BUT when People go on street in my country, or even here when I meet an INDIAN, The conversation mostly goes:

Person 1: How are you ?
Person 2: I am fine thank You, Where are you From?
Person 1: I am From The Great Nation of INDIA
Person 2: Which Part of India?
Person 1: Central.
Person 2: I mean Which State?
Person 1: I am From Maharashtra.
Person 2: What Part in Maharashtra?
Person 1: Nagpur.
Person 2: Which Religion do you region Follow?
Person 1: Humanity.
Person 2: I mean Religion wise you are a Hindu, Muslim or Christian.

Person 1 Walk out of Conversation if he feels not to Reply to this question or Continues the conversation if at he feels that Person 2 is of Same Caste, State, Religion etc etc..

I know there might be Varied Vantage point comments below this status, But Do answer my 1st question. ARE YOU A TRUE INDIAN ? IF yes then Why or IF no then Why NOT, or What will Make every Indian residing in or Away form the country a TRUE INDIAN?

Please let me know because I am actually Fed up with the above Conversation.

On 26th January 2015 I wish all

Happy Republic Day of India
and
Happy Australian Day

Untold Story Post 11: The Anger

In the Year 2007, I applied for Driving Licence for the first Time in RTO Nagpur, India. Due to excess corruption in the office I was not aware of the shortcuts and I had to wait More than the time what the so called “Exclusive” People which had the permission to Cross the line and Do their work in-Discipline. Ha ha 🙂

After the procedure was done by waiting in line for the whole day and several ways of attitude shown by RTO officer who pass the people for the Test, I submitted my file and Came home. I was promised that I will be getting my Licence in next 14 Days.

14 Days passed I went to Office, They said Kindly Wait for some time,
I waited the whole month, Then I did another visit to the office. They said, its not done yet, please come some other day.
From that day, in search of Another day I visited office every two days and inquired about it.
Day after day My patience each time kept on loosing.
Day after day The anger Kept on Increasing
I decided the day I get my Licence, I am going to Screw these people for torturing me like that.

Then Finally on an Unexpected afternoon, the “ONE DAY” arrived. They handed me my licence. The moment I holed the licence on my hand, realizing the authority to DRIVE on Road for rest of my life. All MY ANGER was VANISHED.

I thanked the receptionist and came back home.

The story just mean to say that Anger, Lust, Hurt, Pain, Sex Craving All are Temporary Variables in life. If you can manage them properly, I am not saying to stop them, But if you can manage them properly in the right direction, Life is Smooth as Butter and Sweet as Honey…

All the Best Folks….Happy Day

‪#‎tapishdongre‬ ‪#‎utsp‬

(Note: The RTO, Nagpur is still a corrupted office, if you want to make licence then you gotta empty your pocket and become an Exclusive member to do your work quick or Be my guest and Fight against the people who uses the Exclusive member policy at RTO, Nagpur INDIA) The Choice was, Is and Will Always Be yours 🙂