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Happy Birthday / Editorial

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Jupiter: Symbol of Unconditional Love

The untold fable of Jupiter

Perhaps Venus is a symbol of Love, no deny to it; but Jupiter is someone who made the existence of Solar system possible. It’s all due to his unconditional love towards earth. Love of Jupiter is all above the category of spouse, friend or a sibling. It is just a phenomenon of true love and inspiration to mankind. This true unconditional love made him to loose what it could have been just another mighty star of the galaxy, but he choose to be regarded only as someone anonymous.

Jupiter had got enough hydrogen to start as a sun, when our solar system was developing. Might be Jupiter (humanized) loved Earth's beauty and realized being a mass of heat will destroy the anticipated livelihood of the cutest planet. The green and blues of earth’s surface with a tint dusky browns, reflected by the shine of Sun; must have made him crazy. He went ahead all to see how life and eventually mankind was going to prosper on this planet. Contradictory, we took more romantic Venus as a symbol of love. The dignity of Jupiter is unbothered to it; because Jupiter carries vision and wisdom. Jupiter must have seen oceans of love and beauty of emotions will be prospering in the planet of life. He must have felt emotional when he was all set to be promoted as a star. Possibly, his emotions made mankind.

He defined his objective to God that to divert all asteroids and comets approaching earth. The belt of asteroids between Mars and Jupiter would have been bombarded on us if Jupiter wasn't there. The 'Frisbee Phenomenon of Jupiter' by attracting and throwing asteroids away protects us. For Earth (humanized), might be Jupiter is just a dignified stranger or a failed star; but indeed Jupiter is a symbol of UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.

Jupiter is an inspiration to live and love without conditions! Jupiter followed his duties from ages and will continue for another age of ages, unconditionally for his beloved. When you feel intensely disappointed with emotions, just remember Jupiter. / Unconditional Love

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Lilies of the Lake

The distant lake appeared like a landmass out of the density of the water which suddenly grew heavier in overcast. The continuous movement of high speed breeze at the wake up of a forecasted typhoon made an array of waves over the water surface. The continuous arrays created a dynamic equilibrium, waves stood still and the reflected saffron grey shade of the clouds in evening made the lake looked like a landmass of sand. This was a mirage or illusion indeed; reminded by the water lilies of the lake. A contradiction that sand and greenery can never be co-existent. One of them is an illusion which is just enumerated by a series of events. They are half realities and half illusions; exactly like the mind which was surrounded by mixed emotions, conflicts from many directions both from inside and outside. Through the maze of ambitions, duties, beauties, likes, dislikes, expectations, assumptions and a quest of happiness- it was all like a water lily in mirage sand.

Clouds which sat over a distant mountain appeared like a heap of cotton balls dumped over it, falling down to release and blanket it all over, giving all the moisture it has. The mountain clouds appear whispered through the winds which blew inside the ears. The pioneer winds in the wake of today’s forecasted typhoon have bought them till the beautiful mountains, where they got melted by its beauty to blanket it all with the moisture they have. Like a true lover, giving it all unconditionally. Like the Jupiter who admired Dharti’s view so much, it refused God for being another Sun, rather to keep gaze on it and protect it from celestial attacks. The clouds fell in a similar unconditional love with those mountain trees and rocks, and went ahead to give it all they had. Their affection was just unbothered by the inexpressive rocks over the mountain. The clouds however loved the smile of the trees who danced in tune of divine rhythm sung by them and accompanying winds.

The nearby saffron clouds grew darker. It appeared as if sky was falling in that distant stretch of the lake. The wind whispered a bit louder this time of approaching storm. The storm of conflicts confined inside a pretended smiling calm castle also grew louder. The gaze of lilies, water-sand, waves, clouds and the falling sky and rocks of mountains resembled different characters of mixed emotions.

The inexpressive rocks and the melted clouds in love, euphoric trees and the lilies caught in the mirage of either sand or water; collectively enumerated different aspects of human nature.

Living with conflicts, seeing mirages, creating illusions, living expressively, loving inexpressiveness, speculations, disappointments, surprises, ambitions, achievements, failures, tears of happiness and the laugh of a sad; it was all communicated through the lilies of lake. Internal Conflicts

Monday, June 15, 2009

Philippine Days

Well I’m nobody against Ian Wright (Lonely planet) or Diego Buñuel (Don’t tell my mother …), but indeed my Manila days are filled with beautiful travelogue experiences. And I do feel myself as someone like them. This blog is all about the experiences I’m getting in Philippine backed by the memories of me in India.

Philippine is a beautiful country. There is a beautiful lake stretched throughout the horizon with a series of hills behind it; can be seen from my apartment. I’m staying in Alalabang (in Muntinlupa City), which is in another district but considered as a sub-urban part of Manila. Similar to the relation we have between Thane and Mumbai. But this place resembles me of Kolkata more. There are many similarities. Especially the flyover in front of Star Mall reminds me of Gariahat of Kolkata. And some replication of Eastern Meridian ByPass in Kolkata can be observed in the greenery surrounded roads of these towns.

JeepNi : First thing which I noticed here was Jeepni. It is an awesome vehicle. It resembles a miniature truck from its front view. It has got similar decorations as we observe also done for trucks in India and Pakistan. It’s a stretched Limonouisse made out of a something called Jeep in India. I recall the overcrowded 20 kms jeep journey from Deoria town to my village near Pagra bazaar. The Mahua Patan Bridge on Choti Gandak River and innumerous babul trees on the way. The river doesn’t have that much water in summers before autumn and the island of sands can be seen. But when monsoon cloud arrives the water level goes high, as if its now on a cloud 9. The coins we use to throw it in river, is a part of our culture to offer our worships to rivers by throwing coins into it.

The Jeepni of Phillipines carries people in the same way but its more stretched and lesser crowded. Living in Indian metroes viz Kolkata and Mumbai since past 6 years almost made me forgot what a Jeep used to be. It almost got extinct in my mind. Jeepni made me recall the fainted memories of me going village in childhood. Jeep is still used for transportation between towns in UP and Bihar.

Indeed, For me JeepNi is a heritage of this town, similar to Trams in Kolkata.

Trike : Trike (nomenclature done by me) or Tri-cycle is a Jay-Veeru’s motorbike from Sholey with a shelter overhead. This is also another mean of public transportation as a substitute to the auto-rickshaw we have in Mumbai. Trike can carry upto 5 people including the driver. Trike is mostly used in India by handicaps, but here trike with shelter overhead is used for moving folks whereas trikes without shelter is used for moving garbage. Trike reminds me of 100 number (Sau number in Hindi – Nomenclature done by one of my family friend) in Shahjahanpur. Shahjahanpur is a small town in UP, where mopeds are attached with indigenously manufactured sitting arrangements. They move folks for smaller distances mostly between villages. These rural Nano’es are in practice since long back. But why they were named as 100 or Sau number? Because 100 is a police control room number which has to be contacted first whenever there accident happens. Sau Number is very accident prone especially in nights when the only headlight of the moped may mislead anyone approaching it, not to consider the side extensions of it in darkness. We can see in the image a circle with flouroscent paint over the screen of the attached cabinet of the trike. It is glowing because of the camera flash. Hence, a Philipino trike is not a "Sau Number"; since approaching vehicles in dark can see two lights representing the width of the vehicle.

Be it Trike or Jeepni, they are beautifully decorated by Philippines’ people and it shoulders a major chunk of transportation over here. They are different but remind India to me. The next section not only reminds me of India, but has aroused a curiosity in everyone about India. It’s a sarcastic honour to be from India, since Slumdog millionaire has got all which portrays bad about India. It is whatsoever a reality indeed, besides a glorified history and rich culture of a nation, Slumdog displayed how much we are inhuman or uncivilized also as a nation. Self consciously, I face that ugly side of us. But that movie is an inspiration to people out here.

Jay Ho! : Philippine is driven crazy by Slum-dog Millionaire. ‘Jay Ho’ promotional featuring Pussy Cat is on the charts of every FM channel. One of my fellow colleagues here told me that he got inspiration from Slumdog millionaire movie and he had watched it thrice. Well, if something inspires; you are bound to watch it over and over again. It enables one to have all of its details known by heart. I too had that level of mania, for movie Iqbal. That movie is completely in my mind scene by scene. Still, I do feel the concluding scene of the movie when Shreyas Telpade (deaf and dumb in movie) was running towards the pitch to bowl first delivery of his ODI career. That scene makes me feel as if Iqbal is someone known and very close to me, and his success is mine. Similarly Jamal Malik is a character which has penetrated the psyche of folks worldwide.

I just love to see the glaze in people’s eyes when they come to know the meaning of Jay Ho as to ‘be victorious’. Their inspiration level gets a Gatorade when they came to know the meaning. Jay Ho is now used as a mode of greeting by me to the people I know over here. ‘Jay Ho’ has got a connecting phenomenon for me and the folks over here. One of my friend asked me about some doubts about the movie which they didn’t understood. Like who was that movie star for whom Jamal Malik jumped into the dumps of shit, but didn’t let his photograph got dirty. Or why there was a kid painted in Blue stood in streets when there was a severe massacre between folks and what was represented through him.

Hey! Look us Fly

After a long but somewhat entertained wait in the lounge room; even I once felt sleepy; I came to know about the changed terminal for my first ever flight of life. It happened finally with me. And I was now directed towards the way to board my flight. I walked down the gallery, the red carpet indeed. The gallery was a bit long and gradually I found myself inside the flight. I never came to know that it was an artificial gallery, movable and its opening was directed right into the door of flight. I expected that I will be climbing stairs to board the flight (this I did later in Hong Kong for the second flight). Finally I was in and occupied 52A seat of mine. After boarding the flight I had a very long conversation with mom. She was happy as well as sad about me going that away from her. It was an emotional moment over phone. But ultimately I had to switch it off. The flight was ready to take off now. Signals from electronic devices disrupt communication of flight with air traffic.

Cathay flight had a small screen in front of every seat. So I was updated about important statistics viz. distance between source and destination; local times of source and destination, a GPS map and cockpit view of the flight. The cockpit view was of my immense interest. I remembered “A pilgrim through the roads of Mumbai” when I had a view of the flight taking on and off the runway, from a very nearby distance on Andheri Kurla road. The cockpit view enabled me to have the best view of the linear perspective of my life. I felt “that’s a Bournville moment of my life”. Indeed it was! The aero-dynamic giant started running the runway. Through the side window I assessed the acceleration of the machine. Then a gentle push and we were in sky. The giant wings of plane, seen through the window were stretched wide open in sky. Throughout the journey they made adjustments through different panes in it to enable aero dynamicity of the fleet. The wheel shown through the cockpit view started returning back inside the flight. That was a moment before dawn in Mumbai. Around 4:55 AM we took of. Hence, it was still darkness around.

Through the window I saw myself moving away from Mumbai. It was an awesome view. It was a golden view. All the yellow street lights lit together the roads of Mumbai resembled golden laces spread and sparkled all over. Straight and curved roads with so many lights from slums and posh buildings gradually meshed together in a distant view of my Mumbai. The flight reached the clouds. Oh, some tiny rain clouds are next to me. I sensed the moisture in them. However they weren’t of that intensity which can damp Mumbai. But I was with them. Holy Smoke! And gradually I got above the clouds too. Mumbai was now faded. Now I am away from it probably for next three months. Perhaps, we crossed the Thane creek, followed by Western Ghats. Then I saw the redness in the sky. I can see SuryaDev (The Sun) behind the blanket of clouds through the cockpit view channel in the screen. There were several layers of cloud we surpassed. White clouds, grey clouds, we were all above them. It was a moment when the man-made world was in full rhythm with nature. Not above it at all. Because nature is immense and man made materialism is nothing but a part of it.

At some point of time I recalled one of my recurring dream. In those dreams I’m equipped with superpowers/ abilities. I can run very fast, I jump to run faster and observe I can float in my movements. From the terrace of my Gorakhpur house I see myself jumping towards zenith, with first jump through Sri Ram Vanvasi Hostel building. Initially I gets amateur approach but gradually I excels and see myself crossing Atlantic ocean. Well, that recurrent dream is similar as well as different with my flight experience. Well, this dream is just one of the many reasons because of which I strongly associate myself very much with Superheroes.

Gradually, the sun got strong and it was advised by the on board staff (Air hostess-of course!) to close the window cover. I enjoyed some recorded videos and some radio channels. Omelet served in breakfast was nice. I slept and reached Bangkok after 3000 kms of air journey through maximum height attained above sea level around 9000 kms. We almost touched the stratosphere all above the troposphere. It crossed Maharashtra, Deccan, MP, Orissa and Bay of Bengal. It was all displayed through the GPS map in the front screen.

Bangkok was the only halt for the flight before Hong Kong. It was day time and the aerial view of Bangkok was fabulous. Bangkok had too much of water bodies, I wonder it was recent rains or it has that much of water anytime. I saw straight and parallel roads meshed throughout and many building stood in discipline with majority of them in white with orange tops. We passed some golf course. Golf always fascinates me, and top view of them made me curious for not missing any inch of it. Gradually the height reduced between us and the earth and we landed on Bangkok airport.

It was a halt for 45 minutes, some cleaning, some alighted, some boarded, change in on board staff and we finally resumed voyage towards Hong Kong. Ariel view of Mumbai was glazing, Bangkok’s view was fabulous but view of Hong Kong was MIND BLOWING. It appeared every building in HK was a sky scrapper only. They all stood in as in uniform and in discipline. As if they were all monitoring Macau. Somewhere in between there was a building very distinct, certainly the tallest building in Hong Kong. Hong Kong is surrounded by water from all sides, with coastal mountains adding value to the Aerial view of the “Asia’s World city”* There were numerous boats and water sports can be seen from the sky of Hong Kong. The airport, which is very vast in area itself, is on an island. It is quite away from the main land which is called as Macau. Finally my first ever flight journey came to a memorable end in some 6 hours.

The Hong Kong airport is huge, and it has world class infrastructures. There was an escalator like arrangement to enable people to speed up their walk. I call it a flat escalator, which enabled folks to walk down the corridors with faster speeds. I had to board another flight for Manila. It was on some far off terminal of HK airport. I was surprised to know that there was also an internal train in airport. I had to take one such train (it was like a metro train) to reach security point for my flight’s terminal. And then a Bus with no seats took us all to board the Manila flight. Travelogue

* Asia’s World City: A promotion of Hong Kong by Cathay Pacific. Cathay Pacific is headquartered in Hong Kong.
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