PRAHAR: The Final Attack

Hi, there. So, it's the third day and just like previous days, I don't have any idea what to write about. Let me start with my weird schedule of today. I was awake all the night yesterday and went to bed at 8 am. Last night I watched 'Prahar: The Final Attack', a Hindi movie based on the hooliganism and the chaos in the the society. Nana Patekar was in lead role. I watched this movie first time before many years in my mausi's home. It was one of lucky days of my life as I won the first prize in a GK competition on the same day. I still remember, It was a Sunday when I appeared in the competition in the morning, received the first prize in the evening and I entertained this movie in between.

 I think now I have found a very interesting subject for today. Prahar is a very special movie, as it is written and directed by Nana Patekar. The army chief Colonel V.K.Singh played a guest role in the movie. The duo of Laxmikant & Pyarelal gave a superb music for the film. The movie has two really unforgettable tracks. One is "Hamari hi mutthi mein akash sara..." and the other one is "Dhadkan kahin ruk gayi hai...". Both songs are in my favorite list. First one is a real motivation and the other one is as romantic and melodious, as you can expect. Habib Tanvir, one of the greatest theater artists of India, played an important character in the movie. Gautam Joglekar, Madhuri Dixit, Dimple Kapadia and Makrand Deshpandey are in other important roles. The movie revolves around the issues of corruption and the attitude of tolerance of Indian society towards the issue. 

Major Chauhan (Nana Patekar) says in his statement before court during the trial of triple murder, "In the army, We know the enemy is beyond the borders and it's easy to shoot them but inside the country, it's quite hard to find out the real enemies as they are every where." The movies shows the frustration of an army major when he observes crime, corruption and terrified people in the society. He claims the terrified society to be as guilty as the ciminals. I'm feeling badly inspired by the movie. It's really a class movie. The plot, the script, the subject and treatment, everything is just perfect. Nana Patekar, Gautam Joglekar, Habib tanvir and even Madhuri Dixit are at their best. The movie uplifted my respect for all this actors all of a sudden. 

The movies forces me to think about some way for the revolution against the suffering society. Aam Admi is in the worst situation, although like Major Chauhan, I too find the society responsible for its condition, I want to invent some magical trick to get rid of the corruption and corrupt politics of the country. I'm not sure whether I can do something or not but believe me I want to do something and certainly. You see, I'm a fan of my own creativity. I can invent ways to attract the crowd and media. I'v done it successfully for several times now. So why can't I invent a trick to work on our rotten system. I'm feeling like challenged, really.

Does Really Satyamev Jayate In This Country ?

This is just the second post of this diary and I'm feeling like addicted. I know there is nobody to read it but still I'm excited to write. Today, we were talking about the inhumanity, our soldier have to face during their training. My parents were recalling an incident when they were on their trip of South India. In a train they met some new combat members of BSF. Probably, they were returning from their training. Most of them were from Bihar and Uttarakhand. They told them about the barbarous behavior of their officers during their training period. 

They told them how brutal punishments they get. Sometimes officers rub their faces with stones on finding them not well shaved. The instructors hit their feet with the boots on even small mistakes. They are made to crawl on the rough floor resulting in the bleeding knees and elbows. Sometimes they are ordered to stand in the direct sun for hours. Many of them get sick or even become unconscious sometimes and need to visit the hospitals afterwards. One of them told that he never wanted to join the army but he was forced by her sister to join the armed force for a better and safe future. He said that he still wanted to run away from this insulting job. They told that once some of their officers were also travelling with them in the same train. They found them doing something wrong and gave the punishment on the platform before a huge crowd of travelers. So they were not happy at all with their so called patriotic job. 

They believe that they are forced to do the job for money as their are not enough opportunities to earn the livelihood respectfully in this country. They further told about the attitude of their families. Their families do their best to encash their hard work and struggle. The families wait for their marriages more desperately than themselves as they know that the marriage is the quickest way to improve their financial and social status. They demand a big sum of money from the girl's family and even hand over a complete list of the articles that they are expecting in dowry. Fourwheelers are very common in such lists. 

You'll not believe that we're told since our childhood about the dowry that we are going to get from the girl's family in the marriage. People, at least here in north India, play a very common game with the little boys. They ask their kids if they want to be married. What kind of girl they will prefer, sometimes they are given two options for it. Option one, fair complexioned. Option two, dark complexioned. And believe me mostly, the second option is 'Black', not even the dark complexioned. I'm surprised what they want to insert in the brains of small kids in a country of brown people. I remember I used to select option one always and it made my dear ones very happy. I know they will be really sorry to know that ultimately I went for option two and it makes me happy that once again I revolted against the society. And the next question they ask their children is, what they would like to get in dowry. I can still recall that I was asked the same question in my childhood many times by my parents and some close relatives and I was also one of the children who take a pen and paper and prepare a complete list of their beloved articles some times full of toys, they love to play with. I wrote the name of each and every thing in the list, that I wanted to have. There was a TV, a fridge, a cooler, a scooter, a car and a lot. 

The roots of the dowry system lies in the psychology of the greedy Indian society and we know that no country becomes great because of their high principle unless they don't come in practice. A TV show is gathering the popularity and people in the country think that it will proved to be a successful initiative in the fight against the inhumane traditions. But they don't understand the gravity of issue. Here in India the principles are always out of practice. They never follow their role models here. You see, here in the film industry of the country, for decades, each and every movie used to be a love story. But still, in this country of the Hippocrates, love is never accepted publicly. Their God, Lord Krishna, had an intense love affair with Radha, a girl from his village and devotees still worship Radha, even she was not married to Krishna. But when it comes to the practical life, they could never be able to digest love affairs. So I seriously doubt if their role model can really inspire them to eradicate dowry and other big deceases of the Indian society. What do you think ?

The First Post

This is the first post of my blog or my diary to be precise so I'm confused about what to write here as it's my first day. You know first day is always tough, no matter which kind of first day it is. I still remember my first day at school, I can still visualize the red brick wall of my classroom. It's tough time for any kid to be in the class for the first time.

I'll also love to talk about my first date. I was not much comfortable at all when I was with her for the first time. There was a bunch of reasons responsible for it. We are a social media couple and it was our first meeting in the real world. I had not even looked her ever before. We met in the streets of Orkut, which was the first famous social media platform in India. Soon we progressed to google talk and then obviously to phone talks and it did not take us long time to be committed, finally. And this was my first love too, if you exclude my one sided love stories.

 By the way, one sided love stories have their own charm. Lot of passion is a characteristic quality of such pathetic stories. You know, it had been more than one time when I was engaged with someone completely one sided. First time, in my classroom I liked a girl but you see, I was very much young then. So the story can be ignored. But later, in the days of my adolescence, I seriously fell in love with a girl. She was the most beautiful girl of my class. Even I can say that she was the fairest in the whole school or the whole town. I was crazy for her, literary. I used to take a seat opposite to her and try gazing her whenever I got time. It was not uncommon to be caught by her. But I think not many students of our class could ever catch me or may be us. Who knows what she thought about me and my gaze.

My life was circulating around her those days. I used to wonder around her home. One of my far relatives lived near her house for some days and believe me this was the golden time for me. I was always in the search of a chance for visiting them and each and every time I went to them, I tried to go upstairs as the roof of her one story house was completely visible from the second floor of the house, my relatives lived in. Once I just crossed the line of craziness in this one sided love. It was getting darker in the evening and I was in the roof of my relatives house. You will not believe that I even throw some small stones at her roof to get her attention or to get a chance to see her. As I was expecting her coming up to inquire about the stone pelting at her roof. And you know, I got success. She came to the roof, finally. I'm sure that she looked me when I was trying to hide myself from her eyes. Then I felt very embraced and just disappeared. Next day, I was not feeling quite normal in the class room. Don't know why, but I feel that she knew that I liked her so badly. In the small town, we were living, it was not a common thing. We were considered to be the most intelligent, and so the most genuine students of the school so it was not a very usual thing to have a scholar wandering your house. And in the studies too, I had a better reputation than her. You see, even after ten years I became so excited about her. You can just imagine the heat in my heart at that time.

I loved dreaming of her all the time and I think she was one of the biggest obstacles in my studies. Love is as divine as death as it can freeze your soul. You know the pathetic side of the story, I never talked to her after leaving the school. We met sometimes on the road and exchanged our glances accidentally but could never exchanged words. She's now married and I'm too committed so the story is perfectly over. But still you want to talk to a person, whom you used to be attracted to, or for whom you used to feel love, even one sided.

Life is really complicated. You loose your friends, your classmates, your workmates with the time and the life express always keeps running forward leaving behind each and everything. I'v wrote a lot but it seems like I'v just started. This is the great thing about writing. When you start, you're out of words and when you finish you're out of time.