Resurgence

I am a visionary but…………………….. I am a visionary. I know I sound pompous but I can not help it. Just take a look at the following instances and then pass your judgement. As a kid I thought that I will make cars affordable to all: Somehow Ratan Tata got to know about and he decided to take it from me. Before I was capable enough he came up with his Nano. My mother tells me that as a kid I was a big fan of Mithun da: The world now realizes the potential of his movies. While movies like Mrigya and Swami Vivekananda are favourites of classes, his B-grade movies have enthralled masses. Last heard police in several states were thinking of using his cult classic Gunda as a third degree method. During my school days we were a set of three friends. We had our set of adventures. Life was good. I promised my friends that I would make a movie on our friendship which will be different as it will reflect male bonding: Before I could even complete my Higher Secondary, Farhan

Random Thoughts The best cities of one of world’s fastest growing country surrenders to the first flurry of monsoon rains: Does that country need to upgrade its urban infrastructure? One of the latest airports at the Software capital of that country is panned by the International airlines for its flawed design of aero-bridges: Does the country need to implement its ambitious projects with more detailed planning and visionary outlook? One of the leading business personalities states that most of the unemployed youths in the country are unemployable: Does that country need to re-look at its educational structure? The media sensationalize twin-murder case to reap in TRP and garner readership often by intruding the privacy of the deceased and those associated with them: Does the media in that country need to introspect and come out clean? More than half of the agriculture population of that country depends on the seasonal rains for their survival. More than half of

Times have Changed It was a pleasant evening. The sun was winding up its day’s work. There was cool breeze blowing. And there was something new in the neighbourhood: a cricket match with live commentary. “It was a good ball. The ball just missed the stumps.” “Bowler Anjum Chopra is taking her run up from the field end. Her run up is smooth and here she comes with a fiery look in her eyes.” “What a shot! What a shot! Amit you will have to accept that this is the best shot of the day. ” “I completely agree with you. Kalpana had hit the ball with an élan. Just notice the distance it has traveled.” There were grumbling sounds among the players. The batswoman minced no words when she threatened me of the consequences. “Shanu, if do not stop this I will kill you.” I laughed at this instance of warning as I have laughed at all the previous threats. I was in no mood to give up this fun. My friend laughed too. I was sitting on the terrace of my friend’s house living the role

Out of Box This happened in certain discourse: The preacher was looking to encourage the listeners to think out of box. He took the marker and wrote on the board: He: “Come to the edge.” They: “We are afraid.” He: “Come to the edge” He pushed. They “What happened to them?” the preacher asked the listeners. There was an awkward silence which was broken by an enthusiastic voice, “They flew.” “Correct.” The preacher completed the half sentence on the board: They flew. “This is the effect of out of box thinking. For this you must have to free yourself from your usual notion…………….. ” The person who narrated this incident to me said he was thinking of answering the question by saying ‘They Died.’, but had never thought that the answer would be such a weird ‘They flew.’ Why have I written all this crap? I don’t have any idea. Maybe I just wanted to vent out my feelings somewhere. The incident has affected me in a way. I’m not sure of ‘Out-of-Box’ thinking anymore. There have been many instanc