Note - Don't go on title. Please read the whole stuff. No offense intended to anyone. Focus is on Indian 'Bollywood' style not on rape.
Scene in Script – A dirty mind villain is walking towards heroin with dirty thoughts in his mind….in short a Rape scene. As this was a Hindi "Family" Movie they were only covering face expressions of villain and heroin.
Director was briefing villain and heroin about this scene. First Director started the shooting of about 30 seconds of Helpless Heroin’s expressions.
Director – You have to give us "pure strange, puzzled plus frightened expressions" like you gave after your wardrobe malfunction in an event last month. What/Which/Who is the most scariest thing in this world for you?
Heroin – My Mother in Law and my Sister in Law.
Director – But we can't afford any of the two, and after all members of my film unit are humans too like you. I have another option though not as great as your Mother in Law or Sister in Law but still above average. Where is the sweeper?
Sweeper makes a jumping entry to impress the Director with a poly bag full of cockroaches, fresh from gutter.
Director – Lights,
Sound,
Roll Camera,
Action…..wait..
Lights,
Sound,
Roll Camera,
Roll Cockroaches,
Action!
Sweeper opens the poly bag and cockroaches got their freedom once again but instead of proceeding towards the 'ready' Heroin they turned back and marched towards the film unit. Now every member of the crew was giving "pure strange, puzzled plus frightened expressions" except the Heroin and the Sweeper. Villain ran for his life and vanished into the Make-Up-Vanity-Van of the Heroin. Many cockroaches vanished in this event but at last few heterosexual cockroaches returned towards the heroin and film unit resumed the film shoot.
Now, 30 seconds of villain's face expression.
"Dark room…you walk towards helpless lady...give me those classic expressions, Paapi ji. You are such a versatile rapist of our film industry but those memorable vintage expressions you gave in 'Pappi le le' (Kiss Me), 'Dushashan' (A horny mythological character and wanna be rapist), etc are missing…..okay think of your wife seducing you."
Paapi – Ugh...Yaak!! Actually, I feel nothing new. Even when I walk towards my wife smiling to ask for tea or something...she calls Police saying that I am attempting a marital rape....man.
Director – Okay, cool down, sir, think of my wife....
Paapi – Haaaaaa!
Director – That’s my rapist! Now you have to walk towards the two cameras with this face...Lean on the ground camera....Foreplay with the two cameras....there is a Sari, blouse, etc, beside the ground camera pull everything....oh why I am telling you all this, you are a pro...and..and sir though we are covering your upper body but give us some pelvic thrusts you were expert in giving in your struggling days as a Background Dancer. Ready! Okay then....
Lights,
Sound,
Roll Camera,
Roll Villain,
Action!
Paapi – Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha....come on, Baby, Ha Ha Ha...I can’t wait..
Director whispers – "Sir, the pelvic thrusts from mid air..."
Paapi – Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha.......AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Misbalanced Paapi falls on the camera and breaks himself and the camera.
Director – Idiot, I suggested him to take a break from his monotonous roles and he broke himself...Pack Up!!!!!!!
The End.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
थम जा...
मैंने अपने आस-पास ऐसे बहुत से लोग देखे है जो थोड़े से मज़े या तारीफ़ के लिए ऐसे काम कर बैठते है की जिनकी वजह से वो अपनी और दूसरो की जान खतरे मे डाल बैठते है खासकर ऐसा सडको पर उन्मादी लोग करते है जिनको लगता है की उनकी तेज़ स्पीड सभी को इम्प्रेस कर रही है......but as they say "Speeding. No one thinks big of you."
मत प्यार कर रफ्तार से,
कुछ मज़ा ले इंतज़ार मे.
जीकर मिलेगी जीत जो,
मत बदल उसे इस हार से.
लानी है अगर रफ्तार तो...
उसको ला अपने संसार मे....
ये तेज़ दौड़ किस मतलब की?
दिखावा...वो भी "प्यार" मे?
मत बढा गम को गिरवी रख के ख़ुशी,
कुछ कद्र कर....ये है ज़िन्दगी...
देख जो लोग भीड़ मे पिसते...
हर एक से बंधे है ना जाने कितने रिश्ते..
दूसरो के लिए अपनी आँखें खोल,
किसी की मौत के बाद रिश्ते नहीं बिकते मोल...
जनून को दिल मे पाल,
मत चढा उसे सर पर...
बस एक गलती बनती है घर और शमशान का अंतर.
खुद को आजमाने के बहुत मौके आयेंगे,
सड़क पर चलते लोग रोज़ अपना काम करेंगे...
तेरी रफ़्तार देख कर थम नहीं जायेंगे....
अपने हुनर दिखाने की जगह पड़ी है कई..
सड़क पर लापरवाही जमती नहीं...
मोल गया बचपन
खिलखिलाता बचपन जैसे रूठ गया,
धुन्दला सा गाँव पीछे कहीं छूट गया.
अभी तो 'उसे' माँ के आँचल मे था सोना,
खेत खलियानों मे था खोना,
नन्ही आँखों से सपनो को था संजोना,
उसका बचपन वापस दो ना.
फिर एक मासूम काम की तरफ मुड़ा,
रोटी के लिए मेहनत करने वाले छोटूओ मे एक छोटू और जुड़ा.
बर्तनों से खेलता,
दिन भर मालिक के ताने झेलता,
वो गिरता...लडखडाता,
अपनी भावनाओ को क्या खूबी से छुपाता.
अपनी हर इच्छा मारकर दूसरो के 'आर्डर' लेता,
पगार की आस मे अपना हर दुख सहता.
नन्हे कंधो पर डलवा दे जो दुनियादारी,
ऐसी दौलत हराम की है सारी,
क्यों नहीं ये समाज शर्म से डूब मरता,
जिसे आगे बढ़ने के लिए बच्चो का सहारा है लेना पड़ता.
धुन्दला सा गाँव पीछे कहीं छूट गया.
अभी तो 'उसे' माँ के आँचल मे था सोना,
खेत खलियानों मे था खोना,
नन्ही आँखों से सपनो को था संजोना,
उसका बचपन वापस दो ना.
फिर एक मासूम काम की तरफ मुड़ा,
रोटी के लिए मेहनत करने वाले छोटूओ मे एक छोटू और जुड़ा.
बर्तनों से खेलता,
दिन भर मालिक के ताने झेलता,
वो गिरता...लडखडाता,
अपनी भावनाओ को क्या खूबी से छुपाता.
अपनी हर इच्छा मारकर दूसरो के 'आर्डर' लेता,
पगार की आस मे अपना हर दुख सहता.
नन्हे कंधो पर डलवा दे जो दुनियादारी,
ऐसी दौलत हराम की है सारी,
क्यों नहीं ये समाज शर्म से डूब मरता,
जिसे आगे बढ़ने के लिए बच्चो का सहारा है लेना पड़ता.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
My Island Trip
By 9-Year-Old Mohit....
We went to an island,
Full of beaches and sand.
The wind was blowing fast,
We set our camp at last.
The mountains were high,
..Caves were dark,
There was also fear of sharks.
The day was warm,
The night was cool,
Water was all around like a huge swimming pool.
Everywhere we found coconut,
But the problem with them was...how to cut?
The spring provided us water,
As well as natural shower.
Fishing, swimming were other activities,
Which were time pass keys.
In the end, I would like to say,
Explore new things everyday!
We went to an island,
Full of beaches and sand.
The wind was blowing fast,
We set our camp at last.
The mountains were high,
..Caves were dark,
There was also fear of sharks.
The day was warm,
The night was cool,
Water was all around like a huge swimming pool.
Everywhere we found coconut,
But the problem with them was...how to cut?
The spring provided us water,
As well as natural shower.
Fishing, swimming were other activities,
Which were time pass keys.
In the end, I would like to say,
Explore new things everyday!
Social Modeling
A young couple from a European Country Tom and Trisha were on a World Tour. After few weeks of mixed adventure in African Countries they reached India.....their first stop in Asia. They were roaming on the bumpy roads to get the real feel of India.
Tom - "Darling, look at that...."
Trisha - "Who? Mahatma Gandhi?"
Tom - "Why do you have only four guesses for every new thing and surprise in India? There are billion of people and things In India apart from Taj Mahal, Kama Sutra, Handicrafts and Of Course Mahatma Gandhi."
Tom - "Look at that poor soul on the side of the pavement."
Trisha -"Oh, wounded, poor man, using a copy of 'Public Times' to hide his privates."
Tom - "We must help him."
The couple rushed towards that 'Poor Soul'.
Trisha - "Tom, give him your old...er...new shirts and trousers."
Tom - "We should call the Doctor first and offer him some packed food. He is shivering...BIG TIME..'Hey man, we are right here for you. You need something? Feel free to ask anything.'"
The Poor Soul stares at Trisha and Tom alters his promise in his earlier sentence.
Tom - "....I mean not anything."
Annoyed Poor Soul shouted.
"What's your problem man?"
Tom - "You are wounded......you were shivering...we want to help you."
"O, Come on! Not again...for Devil's sake.....this...that's why I was 'shivering'."
Poor Soul setting his long hairs back showed the couple his latest I-Pod and ear plugs.
Trisha - "An I-Pod....you have...."
"Ya, I have an I-Pod....by the way, do me a favor..."
Trisha - "What?"
"Please download the latest anti-virus on my Lap Top and Leap Top. These Fuckers..I meant Hackers are making my life hell."
Tom - "We thought that India is a developing poor country and you surely looked like a Beggar."
"Well, mates, this is my profession."
Trisha - "Begging?"
"O, no....no...I am a Social Model."
Tom - "...and What's that? Never heard about Social Modeling before."
"Actually, I regularly travel in various states, cities and villages of India and work temporarily for Non Governmental Organizations (N.G.O.s) working for many social causes. According to the needs of my clients I pose in different make-ups, get-ups receiving money, gifts, help, aid, etc, from the members of N.G.O.s....they use my photos to gather money and grants from Public, Government, Corporates and he he...Foreign Countries. I was waiting for my client....and you people just...."
After few minutes Doctor (called by Tom) arrived at the scene and was attending Tom and Trisha....both fainted in shock.
The End!
India is estimated to have around 1-2 million NGOs....huh!
Tom - "Darling, look at that...."
Trisha - "Who? Mahatma Gandhi?"
Tom - "Why do you have only four guesses for every new thing and surprise in India? There are billion of people and things In India apart from Taj Mahal, Kama Sutra, Handicrafts and Of Course Mahatma Gandhi."
Tom - "Look at that poor soul on the side of the pavement."
Trisha -"Oh, wounded, poor man, using a copy of 'Public Times' to hide his privates."
Tom - "We must help him."
The couple rushed towards that 'Poor Soul'.
Trisha - "Tom, give him your old...er...new shirts and trousers."
Tom - "We should call the Doctor first and offer him some packed food. He is shivering...BIG TIME..'Hey man, we are right here for you. You need something? Feel free to ask anything.'"
The Poor Soul stares at Trisha and Tom alters his promise in his earlier sentence.
Tom - "....I mean not anything."
Annoyed Poor Soul shouted.
"What's your problem man?"
Tom - "You are wounded......you were shivering...we want to help you."
"O, Come on! Not again...for Devil's sake.....this...that's why I was 'shivering'."
Poor Soul setting his long hairs back showed the couple his latest I-Pod and ear plugs.
Trisha - "An I-Pod....you have...."
"Ya, I have an I-Pod....by the way, do me a favor..."
Trisha - "What?"
"Please download the latest anti-virus on my Lap Top and Leap Top. These Fuckers..I meant Hackers are making my life hell."
Tom - "We thought that India is a developing poor country and you surely looked like a Beggar."
"Well, mates, this is my profession."
Trisha - "Begging?"
"O, no....no...I am a Social Model."
Tom - "...and What's that? Never heard about Social Modeling before."
"Actually, I regularly travel in various states, cities and villages of India and work temporarily for Non Governmental Organizations (N.G.O.s) working for many social causes. According to the needs of my clients I pose in different make-ups, get-ups receiving money, gifts, help, aid, etc, from the members of N.G.O.s....they use my photos to gather money and grants from Public, Government, Corporates and he he...Foreign Countries. I was waiting for my client....and you people just...."
After few minutes Doctor (called by Tom) arrived at the scene and was attending Tom and Trisha....both fainted in shock.
The End!
India is estimated to have around 1-2 million NGOs....huh!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
'अच्छा' बंधन
Mauke milne par mujhe wo satati,
Par har kisi se shaitaan mujhe batati,
Upar se har shararat ka credit mujhe dilvati.
Waise to wo bahut kum khaati,
Par fast food, chocolate, soft drinks, par ladne marne tak baat pahunch jaati.
Didi ki har cheez samay par tayyar ho jaati,
Ek mai tha jisko school kay liye hamesha Mommy tayyar karvati,
Bachpan bhar mai sochta raha ki wo apni books par kis cheez se cover hai chadhati.
Khud se koi kaam bigad jaata to ro-peet kar bach jaati,
Meri baari mey mujhe khoob chidhati.
Apni cheezon kay liye mujhe zabardasti bazaar daudati,
Pata nahi kaise jaan boojh kar itne paise deti thi ki unka samaan to poora aa jaaye par mujhe naa mil paaye ek bhi toffee.
Raksha Bandhan, Kanjak, Bhaiya dooj, par khoob paise bhunati,
Jisme se badi mushkil se apne chhote bhai ko koi 'chijee' dilvati.
Mai bhi unhe bahut satata,
Par kai baar raat mey darr lagne par unke bed par so jaata.
Waqt guzra aur unki shaadi ka din aaya,
Unke saath guzra har pal...vaakya mujhe yaad aaya,
Mai phir se darr gaya.....
Mujhe apni didi ko khoney ka darr lag raha tha.
'Taaron ki chhaon' mey unki doli utthi,
Mai bas yahi manata raha ki abhi wo utarkar mujhse pehle ki tarah ladengi.
Bahut rulati hai,
Bahut yaad aati hai,
Jab behan vida ho kar jaati hai.
Par har kisi se shaitaan mujhe batati,
Upar se har shararat ka credit mujhe dilvati.
Waise to wo bahut kum khaati,
Par fast food, chocolate, soft drinks, par ladne marne tak baat pahunch jaati.
Didi ki har cheez samay par tayyar ho jaati,
Ek mai tha jisko school kay liye hamesha Mommy tayyar karvati,
Bachpan bhar mai sochta raha ki wo apni books par kis cheez se cover hai chadhati.
Khud se koi kaam bigad jaata to ro-peet kar bach jaati,
Meri baari mey mujhe khoob chidhati.
Apni cheezon kay liye mujhe zabardasti bazaar daudati,
Pata nahi kaise jaan boojh kar itne paise deti thi ki unka samaan to poora aa jaaye par mujhe naa mil paaye ek bhi toffee.
Raksha Bandhan, Kanjak, Bhaiya dooj, par khoob paise bhunati,
Jisme se badi mushkil se apne chhote bhai ko koi 'chijee' dilvati.
Mai bhi unhe bahut satata,
Par kai baar raat mey darr lagne par unke bed par so jaata.
Waqt guzra aur unki shaadi ka din aaya,
Unke saath guzra har pal...vaakya mujhe yaad aaya,
Mai phir se darr gaya.....
Mujhe apni didi ko khoney ka darr lag raha tha.
'Taaron ki chhaon' mey unki doli utthi,
Mai bas yahi manata raha ki abhi wo utarkar mujhse pehle ki tarah ladengi.
Bahut rulati hai,
Bahut yaad aati hai,
Jab behan vida ho kar jaati hai.
Monday, August 2, 2010
सूना बचपन in 'Pothiz'
My poem "सूना बचपन" published in the inaugural issue of "Pothiz" magazine July 2010. Source - Pothi.com
वो किसी की गोद मे चढ़ता,
अपनों के कपड़े गंदे करता,
पहले सहारे से.... और फ़िर एक दिन ख़ुद चलता.
लडखडाती चाल से चीज़ें बिगाड़ता,
फ़िर तुतलाती जुबां से मदद को पुकारता,
बड़े भाई - बहिन पर गुस्सा उतारता.
स्कूल ना जाने की जिद करता,
कार्टून्स देखने के लिए लड़ मरता.
छुपकर डब्बे मे कीडे - मकोडे पालता,
क्या होता है देखने के लिए.....पौधों मे शैंपू का पानी डालता.
२ और २ को जोड़ ना पता,
नई फिल्मो के ग़लत गाने गाता.
पर उसने ऐसा कुछ नही किया,
....शायद दूसरे अनाथो की तरह वो भी बचपन मे बड़ा हो गया.
वो किसी की गोद मे चढ़ता,
अपनों के कपड़े गंदे करता,
पहले सहारे से.... और फ़िर एक दिन ख़ुद चलता.
लडखडाती चाल से चीज़ें बिगाड़ता,
फ़िर तुतलाती जुबां से मदद को पुकारता,
बड़े भाई - बहिन पर गुस्सा उतारता.
स्कूल ना जाने की जिद करता,
कार्टून्स देखने के लिए लड़ मरता.
छुपकर डब्बे मे कीडे - मकोडे पालता,
क्या होता है देखने के लिए.....पौधों मे शैंपू का पानी डालता.
२ और २ को जोड़ ना पता,
नई फिल्मो के ग़लत गाने गाता.
पर उसने ऐसा कुछ नही किया,
....शायद दूसरे अनाथो की तरह वो भी बचपन मे बड़ा हो गया.
AIDS Sufferer Vampire
Place : A Private Hospital, India.
"Doctor, Haaaaaaaaaa!"
Doctor engrossed in a report "Sore throat, Cough and Cold...second floor, room number 19."
But this was a special case.
"Doctor....haaaaaaaa!"
At last, Doctor looking at the visitor "Jeeeeeez..Yuck...wak ...what a Buggy..go to the next building?"
"What for?"
Doctor - "That building is Theater and Movie Studio and you were going there...but in confusion and hurry bumped in here."
"No...haaaaaa!"
Doctor - "Okay, so you are nervous before your performance or screen test. You wanna rehearse and are practicing here...O Come on, 'Pee-Pee Man' this is a Hospital."
"I am Desi Vampire...somebody 're-killed' me few decades ago and buried my body near the sewer.....today some freaky stuff (ya..even for me) along with bumper-decomposed gases leaked at my place from that gutter....and I guess that's enough inspiration...er..irritation for me to rise again and rule the world."
Doctor - "I am a Doctor....not a kid...and you are a normal person trying to imitate some cheap TV program's weak Vampire...."
Desi Vampire - "Okay, then...call your peon..kiddo."
Doctor - "Shambhoo....."
Shambhu - "Haaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Doctor - "Oh! Shambhoo looks like an sucked elastic Bamboo...Okay you win...you are a Vampire....I mean wow you are so great....the ultimate Yo Man...I love you. So...now what? Are you going to suck my...."
Desi Vampire - "Haaaaaa!"
Doctor - "..I mean drink my Blood, easy my Lord....but why are you telling me all this...Is this your Modus Operandi...he he...What the fuc....awesome!"
Desi Vampire - "I was on my way to 'suck' people and soon I came to this Hospital...I bit a patient (who laughed instantly when I went there) and drank few liters of blood but after that I feel like....sick...my hairline receded, my vision needs a Bifocal with a Telescope and a Microscope...since then I am tolerating a voice "peeeeeeeeeeeeee" in my ears....even I went to Toilet couple of times but still this "Peeeee" is on....what's worst is that one of my 'showpeice' fangs broked right outside your office when I was 'busy' with your peon Shambhoo. That's why I told you all this...Please help me."
Doctor - "You are feeling weak and sick."
Desi Vampire - "Yes, like somebody sucked me. No energy left.."
Doctor - "That first victim of yours in this Hospital was in which ward...."
Desi Vampire - "Ground Floor..Right section, I don't remember the name of that ward."
Doctor - Oh My God! That's the ward for AIDS patients.
Desi Vampire - And what's that?
Doctor - AIDS stands for Acquired Immuno Deficiency Syndrome. It's a new disease invented...I mean discovered in later half of 20th Century...I guess you were buried for more than 5-6 decades...I am sorry you sucked an AIDS patient....so now you are H.I.V. Positive....your immune system is getting weaker with every passing second because you consumed quite a lot from that patient. It's too late now.
Desi Vampire -Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!
Doctor - Don't worry you can still become an integrated part of this society....Our Hospital provides free medical and counseling facilities to AIDS patients.
The End!
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Over?
I don't know why I am writing this but.....
I see India’s education system as a stumbling block towards its objectives of achieving inclusive growth. Millions of people join workforce but most of them lack requisite skills and the mindset for productive employment. There are numerous fields in which one can make his career according to his interests and aptitude but in India the number of 'respectable' fields which provide financial security are limited. Majority of parents force or brainwash their children to choose (and like) subjects which are related to these prestigious jobs. Somewhere general Indian education system is result of this widespread, generalized thinking, it offers selected subjects at Primary level, Secondary Level and Senior Secondary level. After school there are a lot of options in which one can make his/her career but very less people opt vocational courses like Security Services, Fine Arts, Garment Stitching, Dairy Farming, Retail Marketing, etc. Everyone wants to be an Engineer, Doctor, Manager, Accountant, Banker, etc. Indian education system follows mainly 10 + 2 + 3 pattern.
10 = High School (common syllabus),
+ 2 = Intermediate (where student opts for streams with subject combination of his/her interests like Commerce Stream, Biology Stream, Arts Stream, Mathematics Stream. There are many Regional and 2 National Boards CBSE, ICSE (ISC) for education till Intermediate.
+ 3 = Graduation (4 years for Engineering courses)
+ (followed by different Post Graduate Courses of varied nature and durations)
To be a desirable and eligible candidate the Certificates, Degrees, Mark Sheets. etc related to each of these levels is very important. A "throughout first division" term is used for people who manage to score 60% or above marks in their academics at least till graduation.
In High School subjects offered (5) were Mathematics, Science (Chemistry, Physics, Biology), Social Studies (History, Geography, Civics, Economics), English, Hindi. I liked General Knowledge, Current Affairs, Reasoning, English & Hindi literature, Art, Sports, Computers. Unfortunately , majority of things I loved were not covered in my school syllabus or were Grading Subjects which were not added in our total marks. Classes of Grading Subjects were very rare and casual. Nobody bothered about these subjects. There were 54 Students in my class 10 – A2 (English Medium), other popular medium was Hindi. The A1 batch was original English Medium batch of RLB Vikas Nagar Sector 3 Branch and we A2 section were transferred from other primary branch Vikas Nagar Sector 6 of the same school. Most of us in our batch were classmates for years. I got admission in the school in Class 6 when my family moved from Agra to Lucknow.
After passing class 8 the secondary school level was whole new and challenging thing. My academic performance was average and I was happy initially that I am not in the spot light for right or wrong reasons. The aggregate marks of students in Quarterly Unit Tests, Half Yearly Examinations ranged from 35% to 80%. Though, in Board exams (10 Finals) organized by CBSE the marking was lenient in comparison to school exams. I scored between 55% to 65% in these exams in the final exam of class 9 I scored 70%. Though, ranks were assigned to top 15 students out of 54. If ranks were given to all (which were informally calculated by us) my rank was always in the bracket of 20 to 35. But I still was in spot light because of my extreme and contrasting performance. I remember more than once that I scored highest in a subject and lowest in another. My marks fluctuated from 80 to less than 35. Amazingly, My aggregate score was always around 60%. Teachers...confused how to handle rare cases like me tagged me under 'Careless Students', 'Weak', etc.
I'd a crush on a girl in my class. In primary years we were unknown to each other. Finally, we talked a few times in class 9. Unfortunately, I was super shy and she initiated all the little conversations we had....and then arrived the villain "The First Unit Test" of class 9. I scored 59% (failed in a subject and scoring more than 80 in other two) and she 72%. Instantly, I found myself out of her league. An unsaid gap kept me away from her....It was not insecurity because I knew that I am good in few other things and everything differs from person to person.
Regular comments on my marks and work by teachers reminded me of this gap whenever I wanted to approach her. I remember there was a General Knowledge Quiz contest in which I wanted to participate. My teacher called me and shouted in front of whole class "first, you learn to pass in my subject..." Whoa! I studied hard suppressing my hobbies like comics, books, music, sports, etc but it was too late I scored 80% in 10 Board Exams to fill the gap....but she scored 87%. Gap was narrowed but not filled. We are on Facebook and other Social Networking sites (not friends) with many common friends but the gap is still there. Maybe in future.......
Mind you, I am as they say "throughout first divisioner". :)
Side effects of eternally secret crush!
Her friend (lets call her K) often shared bench with her caught me staring in their direction a few times, thought I liked her (K). No comments on her but one thing I knew for sure was that she really liked TV Serials, Dramas ..why? Because she told everyone..even my friends that I was after her. To imitate cheap shows and get spotlight. I think along with bench Miss K shared this thing (plus her framed stories/scenes) with Miss Crush.
I see India’s education system as a stumbling block towards its objectives of achieving inclusive growth. Millions of people join workforce but most of them lack requisite skills and the mindset for productive employment. There are numerous fields in which one can make his career according to his interests and aptitude but in India the number of 'respectable' fields which provide financial security are limited. Majority of parents force or brainwash their children to choose (and like) subjects which are related to these prestigious jobs. Somewhere general Indian education system is result of this widespread, generalized thinking, it offers selected subjects at Primary level, Secondary Level and Senior Secondary level. After school there are a lot of options in which one can make his/her career but very less people opt vocational courses like Security Services, Fine Arts, Garment Stitching, Dairy Farming, Retail Marketing, etc. Everyone wants to be an Engineer, Doctor, Manager, Accountant, Banker, etc. Indian education system follows mainly 10 + 2 + 3 pattern.
10 = High School (common syllabus),
+ 2 = Intermediate (where student opts for streams with subject combination of his/her interests like Commerce Stream, Biology Stream, Arts Stream, Mathematics Stream. There are many Regional and 2 National Boards CBSE, ICSE (ISC) for education till Intermediate.
+ 3 = Graduation (4 years for Engineering courses)
+ (followed by different Post Graduate Courses of varied nature and durations)
To be a desirable and eligible candidate the Certificates, Degrees, Mark Sheets. etc related to each of these levels is very important. A "throughout first division" term is used for people who manage to score 60% or above marks in their academics at least till graduation.
In High School subjects offered (5) were Mathematics, Science (Chemistry, Physics, Biology), Social Studies (History, Geography, Civics, Economics), English, Hindi. I liked General Knowledge, Current Affairs, Reasoning, English & Hindi literature, Art, Sports, Computers. Unfortunately , majority of things I loved were not covered in my school syllabus or were Grading Subjects which were not added in our total marks. Classes of Grading Subjects were very rare and casual. Nobody bothered about these subjects. There were 54 Students in my class 10 – A2 (English Medium), other popular medium was Hindi. The A1 batch was original English Medium batch of RLB Vikas Nagar Sector 3 Branch and we A2 section were transferred from other primary branch Vikas Nagar Sector 6 of the same school. Most of us in our batch were classmates for years. I got admission in the school in Class 6 when my family moved from Agra to Lucknow.
After passing class 8 the secondary school level was whole new and challenging thing. My academic performance was average and I was happy initially that I am not in the spot light for right or wrong reasons. The aggregate marks of students in Quarterly Unit Tests, Half Yearly Examinations ranged from 35% to 80%. Though, in Board exams (10 Finals) organized by CBSE the marking was lenient in comparison to school exams. I scored between 55% to 65% in these exams in the final exam of class 9 I scored 70%. Though, ranks were assigned to top 15 students out of 54. If ranks were given to all (which were informally calculated by us) my rank was always in the bracket of 20 to 35. But I still was in spot light because of my extreme and contrasting performance. I remember more than once that I scored highest in a subject and lowest in another. My marks fluctuated from 80 to less than 35. Amazingly, My aggregate score was always around 60%. Teachers...confused how to handle rare cases like me tagged me under 'Careless Students', 'Weak', etc.
I'd a crush on a girl in my class. In primary years we were unknown to each other. Finally, we talked a few times in class 9. Unfortunately, I was super shy and she initiated all the little conversations we had....and then arrived the villain "The First Unit Test" of class 9. I scored 59% (failed in a subject and scoring more than 80 in other two) and she 72%. Instantly, I found myself out of her league. An unsaid gap kept me away from her....It was not insecurity because I knew that I am good in few other things and everything differs from person to person.
Regular comments on my marks and work by teachers reminded me of this gap whenever I wanted to approach her. I remember there was a General Knowledge Quiz contest in which I wanted to participate. My teacher called me and shouted in front of whole class "first, you learn to pass in my subject..." Whoa! I studied hard suppressing my hobbies like comics, books, music, sports, etc but it was too late I scored 80% in 10 Board Exams to fill the gap....but she scored 87%. Gap was narrowed but not filled. We are on Facebook and other Social Networking sites (not friends) with many common friends but the gap is still there. Maybe in future.......
Mind you, I am as they say "throughout first divisioner". :)
Side effects of eternally secret crush!
Her friend (lets call her K) often shared bench with her caught me staring in their direction a few times, thought I liked her (K). No comments on her but one thing I knew for sure was that she really liked TV Serials, Dramas ..why? Because she told everyone..even my friends that I was after her. To imitate cheap shows and get spotlight. I think along with bench Miss K shared this thing (plus her framed stories/scenes) with Miss Crush.
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