Train of Thoughts – Youth and Madness

Summer is here, and soon I would have the pleasure to go home, in the sweet, AC rich summer break, back to my hometown Bhopal, an escape from my hostel and more importantly, the scorching heat here in Gwalior. The destination, that is home, is a reward if train journey to you ain’t game. The fact that I have always hated train journeys has forced me to become a night rider, the wanderer claiming berths in night trains, for the restlessness at day is like playing with patience. At least at night, I would be sleeping for better part of the journey.

Now that I have mentioned trains and summer, I am compelled to tell you about the train journey I took last summer at break. It was one of those unusual times that get you thinking, to make sense of all the non-sense that never bothered you before, and the unusual was not that I was on a day journey.

That being said, I was not sleeping, part of the day’s delight, the day’s joy, am I taunting, may be!

So, sitting calmly and glaring the view by the window, thinking something, don’t ask what because I don’t remember. What I do remember is the entry of these “three plus one” youthful individuals, they were together, they were friends, close ones, they blabbered of it and so I know. You must be wondering, why “three plus one” and not four, it’s something I call “traveling with known people”. The three of the four knew each other for at least three years, they were pursuing Hotel Management and were the bright one’s, they told me and so I know. The fourth, they met the same morning, he had missed his train, they took him along, very generous I must say. It’s safe to consider that these guys affected me enough to write and think about. I am not good at judging people but a little is everyone’s cup of tea. There are certain problems I know of, at least I have heard such as generation gap, drinking problems, immaturity, impulsion, perspectives,  education, royalty etc.

Are you afraid to go bold when the need arises, what do you do to express your opinion, keep it to self or tell someone? I have decided to tell you, for may be it’s the easiest of ways. I was sleeping, yea, decided to take a nap but not for long, a sound voice and clattered conversation woke me up, it was unusual. Continue reading

Two articles centering Apple answer the same question – American Prosperity (iEconomy)

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I hope you’re following the iEconomy series by New York Times.

The first article begins to answer a question by President Obama, “Why not manufacture in U.S.,” and the second article digs deep into troubled work environment witnessed in several factories in China, suppliers to many of the tech giants. On one hand, the ability to meet orders, as specified by the growing industry, scalability, and endless technical workforce add unparalleled value , but on other hand the uncomfortable revelations purport a picture as bleak and regretful as it gets.

For a mere spectator, the problem is hard to find, for everybody is happy. The global consumer is happy because the gadgets they ought to buy are cheaper, better and faster. The American companies are happy because demand for their product is surging high, and they find themselves capable to provide for those who wish to own. Also, extracting profits for the same by tightening the supply chain is manageable. Continue reading

What worries about Cricket in India

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There are many things going wrong with Indian Cricket, period. The overseas defeats, seven in a row, nobody wanted and believe me the Cricketers themselves must be devastated, for raining onto them are awful reviews of their own misfortunes. In India, Cricket is a fast paced game, and it does not matter if its test or ODI. The tidings of a win sweep the sub-continent effortlessly, and a loss is more so rapidly conversed. It’s more of a balance scale, a tarazu if you may, that never attains a state of equilibrium. If the team wins, the weight of fans on one pan is so overwhelming that prospects of Indian Cricket and cricketers at the other end, reach Mount K2, however that does not last long, for a loss makes them the fastest sliders in the world, as if fans at one end kept jumping off the pan, and putting “to be blamed” entities on the other simultaneously, inverting it altogether. Continue reading

War Horse Review

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War Horse is not just a story, but more precisely a journey that approaches World War I with an outlook more so endearing. It’s a pity that Michael Morpugo’s novel written back in 1982 never came to limelight until now, however much was known to those theater enthusiasts who might have glanced upon the adopted theatrical version of the book, run by National Theater in London since 2007, featuring puppets, as it went on to arrest universal acclaim. Apart from the book, designated as a Steven Spielberg‘s film, the movie flares with well fabricated warfare. It certainly is among the best movies of 2011 and all those who have already listed the best of 2011, need append. Continue reading

Beginning it is, not new

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The day is done,
sun ain’t momently lost
to the mirky clouds,
it has set.

At tomorrow’s daybreak,
whilst shall rise just as before
sun’s mien shall connote
not just another day,
rather a whimsical foray,
for nous wanders,
to the year that was,
calling past to better rescue
future that flavors lost.

Crowd at square,
brave-hearts at club,
have commenced countdown,
subscribed,
to services of unseen time,
gracing, acknowledging arrival,
trusting futurity, and in it, self,
clung to smattering resolutions,
caressing celebratory today,
like tomorrow’s sunshine
would remedy drabness
of cluttered corners,
just like that!

but wager I will
on this creature of jubilation,
better their act,
unlike darn solitary brains
confined to past,
pains they sob over,
unable to shed off.

Realize,
beginning it is, not new,
all called for is another view.

Merry Christmas

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Chirk up! Chirk up!
Roll in the rhythm,
let lips hymn,
tune in thy hands,
can’t hear clack,
louder I tell you!

Reasons don’t matter,
its sound that heals,
cooked in music,
reigning reechoing caroling.
Compelling are delicacies,
from abode, food and thought,
And let be the nativity,
but don’t branch off!

Twined are thy heads,
to the jingle bells,
kids relented chipper,
to this nightly glare.
Come in now Santa,
for the mood is set,
behold thy thrill,
for Christmas attends!