Thursday, July 30, 2009

I scream, U scream V both scream 4 d same Thing

I love Roshogullas! My mother’s explanation to that is when she was pregnant with me, she was gifted a matka full of roshogullas by my uncle! It was always her favorite sweet and so it is mine…. And so it is Bubu’s! Bubu is not my daughter, she’s my dog! And the strangest part of her is that she likes everything that I like to eat!

Sweets are bad for dogs and one should never feed sweets to a dog, but bubu starts to cry if she gets the smell and is not given at least 1 roshogulla, she can even gulp down the sugar syrup within seconds if I let her!

Ice creams everybody loves…..but I don’t understand why she likes the same flavour as me. I prefer the vanilla flavor and so does she. No kidding, she won’t finish off a strawberry or a butterscotch, chocolate she’s ok with- so am I!

The only difference between us is that she’s a fishetarian and I am not.

If I am eating a mango, I simply pass her the peel and she happily devours it!
She loves chickoo too, it also happens to be my favourite fruit!

Bubu means the world to me! She’s a daughter, a friend, and a loyal faithful companion!

I don’t know what I would do without her!

Here’s a prayer of a dog written by Beth Norman Harris, Kindly go through it, it’s what I see in Bubu’s eyes!

A Dog’s Prayer

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest - and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

The Bad City girl

I've seen many of my friends and cousins who are born and brought up in cities but when it comes to their decision of getting married, they'll always come home to Goa and choose a girl from a not so modern Goan family!

The same applies to all religions , casts and communities. ( Finally something on which all Indians regardless of caste, religion- behave similarly!)

If the boy and his family are abroad, they'll fly down to India to search for that perfect, simple , well groomed, well educated Indian girl!

But why? Why does the city boy need a simple village girl?
And what is wrong with the city girls?

I've heard most boys/ grooms and now happily married men( who got married to a girl from their hometown) say that the city girls are bad!

" First and foremost, They've done everything!"

Everybody nod their heads!

"They dont have respect for anybody and they are chalu! They've some crazy expectations too!"

" Really? How can you generalise like that? And what do you mean by they've done everything? You are a city boy, so you must have done everything too!"

Everybody smiles, a few laughs here and there- " But that is alright!"

Ohh! If the boy does " Everything" , it is alright. so in conclusion should I say that:
A. City boys are hypocrites
B. They are MCP's.
C. They dont have the confidence to keep up with a girl's expectations, so they rather run to the pavilion then bat in the heat!

Why are conclusions always drawn about girls?

I have friends who are born and brought up In Mumbai, who are virgins ( cause for an Indian boy,the world starts and ends with 1 word- virginity!)

And I also have friends staying in the most remotest of villages of Goa, and in some other villages of Maharashtra, who are not virgins! I will go a step ahead and add that I know girls from the most respectable families who are not virgins, But you wont doubt a thing about them, because they seem to be so simple!

A city hardly provides the privacy for a young girl to have affairs, unless her parents have kept no track on her! Most respectable families in the city have strict rules for their girls. Most of the times, the girls you see swaying in the discs- drunk, around the metro's are outsiders- who are there cause they are either studying or working!

Compare to this the case of a village! Its not crowded and there are plenty of places you can have privacy and nobody will know! Many times, village parents are not very strict because they are naive. the girls are naive too, probably that is the reason they hook up at an early age!

City girls have to be chalu because they are living in an extremely fast world! They've to be sharpar and naturally grow up to learn about self protection earlier then their village counterparts.

If we take the case of television exposure, then we all know that the TV is everywhere!

I didnt start the post thinking I want people to think bad of a village girl! I myself am neither from a village nor from a city! What I want to stress is on the way people tag girls at every level!

City girl, Not married girl, working girl- divorced girl...............All these girls are always blamed for anything that might be going wrong in theirs or others lives!

And its the women who start this!
Its the mother of the boy who brought up her son to think this way!
Its always a woman gossiping and spreading rumors about another woman's daughter!
Its always the woman who love to divide and rule!

Friday, July 24, 2009

The Best Professionals List

A professional Attitude is a rare skill I find in Goa. You end up paying people for below expectation services. They talk a lot, and give you an impression that you are in the best hands.....But Alas! On top of all this, if you question them about the kind of job they've done, they get offended!

So it becomes even more important to ackowledge those who do their job with utmost sincerity and who are an asset to the society!

The Best Professionals : 1st :

I keep several pets, and me and my Mum are able to take care of 3 dogs and 2 cats because we have a wonderful pet doctor! Dr. Jenny Viegas and her Husband Dr. Aneesh Viegas! Getting a good vet is really a difficult task. My aunt who stays in Mumbai took her cat to one of the best known doctor there, and he messed up the whole thing! It was the most common operation to spay the cat, God knows what the doctor did, within a few months the cat gave birth to 3 kittens!
My aunt was worried as to which organ of the cat the doctor actually removed if not the uterus.

I've spayed all my female pets, and not once after the operation/surgery have I had to worry about the pet!

Last month, my doctor was out of station for a month or so and me and mum were forced to consult a new doctor in the area. This too was a doctor couple! This new doctor , one Mrs Radhika Rao mislead me so much into a simple hair loss treatment of my 13 year old dog and made me pay a hafty Rs. 1800 for the treatment! The problem could be easily solved with a medicated bath, regular brushing and a multi vitamin for better coat!( actual cost Rs.500 max)

Most of these kind of people become doctors to make money, they have no respect nor any understanding of a pet owner. Every pet owner does not want to send his pet for a spa treatment , nor does he build a special A/C room just for his foreign breed dog!

Keeping a pet need not be a costly affair. Some people want to sell us products we dont need, and when a doctor is involved in such a business, its really cheap!

Best Professionals : 2nd:

My dance teacher, Ms. Lalan Desai! She's a worshipper of the art of dance and you can make out from the way she teaches dance, that she genuinely wants you to be a good dancer! There is no malice just simple art! This is so rare these days. There is so much competition, jealousy and rivalry that most teachers are least interested in the genuine teaching experience!

Getting a great teacher, someone who can guide you well is a rare chance!

Best Professional : 3rd:

Her name is Jabel! She works on our farms and also gives a helping hand for any other work if needed. She's always on time, never talks too much, Works efficiently and never complaints!

We all know how hard it is now a days to get servants and maids, and in this difficult world, Jabel comes as a breath of fresh air!

I love working with her, having her to help me in any work means that I am totally tension free! She always wears a beautiful smile and her work is tip top!

All these people listed above are thorough professionals! Their pay rolls, education and almost everything is uncomparable! But there is 1 skill where they are unbeatable- Their attitude at work place! No compromise, and total value for money!

There is so much to learn from everybody around. Jabel proves to the world that no matter what job you do, if you do it with utmost sincerity, it is always appreciated!

A heart felt THANK YOU to all these wonderful professionals!

The Secret Admirers

Every girl at least secretly wishes she has one!

I dont know about the male opinion on this issue..... but like every girl, even I find the whole concept of a secret Admirer highly fascinating.

Throughout school, I watched some of my close and beautiful girl friends receive letters and mails from their secret admirers! And I always yearned for that day when I would get the mail of my secret admirer!

Days passed by and it never happened in school!

When I reached higher secondary, there was a guy who passed messages to me through a friend of mine. Wolla! I was so damn excited! Here it is, finally happening! After a couple of weeks, the common friend decided it was time the 2 of us met.

I couldnt sleep the night before thinking this must be my true love, my dream boy! His language was beautiful and so was his poetry!

My head took a major shock the day I met him! No! He wasnt ugly or anything like that. In fact he was quite normal and well educated and intelligent! But I had lived in my dream world for far too long. My imagination just couldnt keep up with the reality facing me. I didnt know from where to flee the "supposed date"!

After that experience, I got up from my dream world! I somehow never could feel excited about the "secret admirers" again.

The whole thing can be quite scary actually! The secret admirer is a person who doesnt have the guts to come and approach you, he doesnt want to show himself because he's scared! that shows his self confidence is very low!

Strange as it may sound, every year I have 1 so called secret admirer mailing me- He never tells his identity! I never reply to his messages! Nor do I ever go to ask for his identity! He plainly wishes me on my B'day and on Valentines Day!

Let the mystery remain a mystery. For I know when it unfolds itself, its not as beautiful as I imagine it to be! The whole idea that somebody somewhere likes me and thinks of me is very reassuring! There's always so much fun in "not knowing" some things. After sometime, I know it will all stop! But till it continues, Let my secret admirer be the secret of my life!

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Why I Lie

I dont remember when was the 1st time I lied and what was the lie..... But once you know that you can lie and get away with it, you enter a very different world!

Everybody lies, for good or for bad... but everyone does it!

" Janaki, where is your homework?" Asked my History teacher in 9th std. She was the one who loaded her students with homework. 25 questions everyday ( mostly on the history I never wanted to learn in my life eg. World War 1 , 2 and all that shit created by the western countries!)

My sister was always a ranker in school and it was greater than a religious duty of mine to preserve her notebooks carefully! They were all the guidance I needed. My sister had written every question and answer in her most beautifully carved handwriting, that I always felt it was a waste of time for me to copywrite it. So I never ever did any homework.

The 1st thing that pops up in my mind when she stares down at me is " Teacher, My homework is at home!"

But come on...... " My Notebook is lost for the past couple of days!"

This solved all my problems! the next couple of weeks I was supposedly searching for my book which never existed, and then I started scribbling on a new notebook some homework, which was now not needed. My teacher, having got bored with my quick answers stopped asking me about the homework.

Lying is an art I perfected at school!

Because studies never interested me, add to that the boring techniques our teachers ( not all though) use to impart knowledge in our heads!

Cause people preferred my lies to all the truths I held very close to my heart!

This is a world of lies! Nobody wants to know the truth about you!

When I was young and innocent , I always spoke the truth. When it came to the question of making a career, I wanted to be a conductor, a cooker ( meaning a cook), A teacher! All the jobs I got to watch and which I loved! My parents laugh out on it, not objecting as they know I'll soon change my mind!

I grow a bit older, " What do you want to do after 10th Janaki?"

I impulsively blurt out a truth I'd never said to anybody before, " I want to join Fine Arts and get into film making!"

I see blank stares at me, big eyes and silent mouths.... as If I'd told the biggest lie in the world! Why do people react so badly to the biggest truth in my life? I wonder!!
Different people tell me how bad my choice is, and that I should listen to my parents!

I end up listening to my parents , I end up living a lie!

Nothing good ever happened out of living a lie!

That is why I reserve all the lies to the world and all the truths to myself!
All that I need to be happy, to feel blissful are the truths about my life.... I know what I want, what I need...... To the world I am someone else, To myself I am the Real Me!

5 Minutes Management Course

Lesson 1

A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.
The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs.
When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor.
Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.'
After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.
The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs.
When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?'
'It was Bob the next door neighbor,' she replies.
'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'

Moral of the story

If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.

Lesson 2

A priest offered a Nun a lift.
She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg.
The priest nearly had an accident.
After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.
The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'
The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again.
The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'
The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.'
Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way.
On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.'

Moral of the story

If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.

Lesson 3

A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp.
They rub it and a Genie comes out.
The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.'
'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.'
Puff! She's gone.
'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.'
Puff! He's gone.
'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager.
The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch.'

Moral of the story

Always let your boss have the first say.

Lesson 4

An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.
A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'
The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'
So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story

To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.


Lesson 5

A turkey was chatting with a bull.
'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.'
'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients.'
The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.
The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch..
Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.
He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.

Moral of the story

Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.

Lesson 6

A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.
While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.
As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was.
The dung was actually thawing him out!
He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.
A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.
Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.

Morals of the story
(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.
(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!


Friday, July 17, 2009

The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Is The Hand That Rules The World

Blessings on the hand of women!
Angels guard its strength and grace,
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Infancy's the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mother's first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow--
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Woman, how divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod!
Keep, oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Blessings on the hand of women!
Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky--
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

William Ross Wallace

Friday, July 10, 2009

Copy cat

I really like this film named " My cousin Vinny". Its about 2 guys who get charged with murder by mistake! And 1 of them calls on his cousin Vinny who's supposed to be a lawyer. But this character Vinny is really funny. He hasnt actually got a degree in law yet, he's failed several times and doesnt know any court manners and procedures, but nevertheless, He ends up winning the case!

Its such a wonderful film and I just told Di that if she hasnt watched it, then she's really missing on something! She asked me to narrate to her the plot. And I was not even 2 sentences in it when she said, " Ohh! This is the story of the marathi film "Kaydyacha Bola!"

I was shocked!!

Cant these people spare anything at all?

Where is the originality gone?

Just imagine, I've grown up loving some films such as "Hum hai rahi pyaar ke" and after all these years, suddenly I come to know it is copied from a Hollywood film! I lose all the respect and love for bollywood because they do this.

And now, marathi films are keeping up with the notorious trend!

The advantages of copying a story and remaking it in Indian language by adapting it to the Indian social conditions is that, our population which does not understand english can enjoy the film!

Apart from that I dont see any point in trying to make money on someone else's intellect and ideas! That too without buying the copyrights.

As a creative person, I very well understand that there are works of other people that you might get totally impressed with. The right attitude has to be to take in all the +ve points like a sponge and have your original story ( its ok if its similar till some extent! That is much better than copying scene by scene, dialogue to dialogue.)

Dev D is such an example. This film is a director's take on the story of Devdas and at the same time his tribute to a lot of characters and director's that he's liked along the way, all these years. Now this is called acting mature! Because he's put his head to it!

Why do Indians copy films and music so often?
It looks like we just dont have any confidence in ourselves and our talent. Or are we out of ideas? Maybe we just dont want to use our head much. Maybe we dont want to take a chance and experiement with this medium of films!

India is the motherland of culture and drama and music! our history in dance drama goes back to centuries! We have to respect our history and come up with our original work, like our forefather's did!

Its true that Hollywood is much more advanced in the technique of film making, they also have that much budget. Bollywood is lacking, I believe, not because of talent but because of attitude!

To start off, why is our film industry being named Bollywood? Does the B stand for Bombay?

We have to begin by changing the name. Or simply call our industry, the Indian film Industry.... what's bad in it? This should also be followed by the Tollywood and the others!

Secondly , we give far too importance to beauty over talent! Talent is not at all respected in India. No wonder all our classical dancers and famous instrument players are settled abroad! Ofcourse, the lead roles have to be presentable. But not necessary that they have to be beauty queens with the perfect figures!

Thirdly, there is no proper planning in pre production, production and post production. In hollywood, the film makers will get down to work and make a storeyboard and pen out everything in details. Forget the story board here, do we even have a proper screenplay? Many times the writer comes on the set and writes the scene. What a waste of money!!

Our so called stars - The heroes and heroins set the standards for the films! 1st they come late! 2nd- They all are over priced for the kind of performance they deliver. 3rd - If they end up paying 6 crores on 1 star, just imagine how they do the budget for the rest of the crew!! It's as if 1 person rules the film! Is a film a hit only because of the star?? We need to learn to give due respect to each and evry person who makes filming possible! There has to be some sort of balance! Right now it is a completely unfair, unbalanced equation practiced in Films in India!

The 60's and 70's in Indian Cinema really saw all the best of films! The best thing about them was that they were original and far away from the impact of the western films. It wasnt called bollywood then.

Today everybody laughs at the bollywood films. But in this mudpool , lie some beautiful lotus. Ashutotosh Gowarikar, Sanjay Leela Bhansali etc are great film makers! They are the one's who bring out the essence of India!

The exaggeration, melodrama, dancing around the trees has to stop now! Our film makers have to get real!

They need to stop underestimating the audience and take them to be a fool! They have to respect our intellect and treat us accordingly!

Monday, July 6, 2009

spending weekends

Margao very rarely sees a dance recital of a famous dancer, or a Classical music recital of a well known singer! Once in 6 months does an artist of International repute step into Margao to show his talent!

But even then, the participation of the general public in cultural activities is below expectation!

What is our Goan public doing on weekends?
Why dont they feel the need to come out and be culturally enriched?

Most of them are stuck to their television sets! Either Watching IIfa awards or a film or some bakwaas serials.

The youth is busy with internet or computer games. Its raining now a days, or most of them are on Mont e Hill (drinking,smoking,wasting time).

Some go out for dinner, and most prefer lazing at home since there is a busy week coming up!

well! you can do what you like throughout the year, but at least once in 3 to 4 months, take out special time to introduce your children to rare skill and talent??!
Once in 6 months open your heart to rare beats and soul touching music!!

We are not a Metropolitan city! And the exposure here is minimum! Most of the times, I hear most people proudly saying " Goa has so much potential and Talent! Goan youth are not given the opportunity!" .

Do we take the opportunity when it comes? Or do we prefer to lazily sit at home and relax?

From when did Goans start thoughtlessly running behind money and jobs?
Now a days, the youth is only interested in those activities that can help him/her earn money!

India has so much to offer...... When are we going to understand the importance of our culture?
when some outsiders patents The Philosophy of Yoga? Or our classical dance styles? Our music? our Traditions?

Why do we give respect to our culture only when a foreigner thinks it is great? Cant we judge a talent on our own? Where is our high sense, high talent gone?

Sunday, July 5, 2009



some people just love asking questions!

When I was a child mamma told me its good to ask questions, you learn more!

But is that the reason why people ask so many questions?

Why did you go there?
Why are you wearing this?
Why dont you tell me?
Why ? What? Where? How?

What took you so long?
What is your problem?
What is wrong with you?

What the F***!!!

There are very few times I am glad that someone asked me a question, because most of the times, people ask the 1st thing that crosses their mind!

And that 1st thing is something rediculous, most of the times!

On clothes:
The day I wear a saree, they ask me: Why are you wearing a saree today?

The day I wear jeans, they ask: Why jeans?

On career:

The day I got graduated in law, they ask: Why dont you practice law?

If they get to know I am learning dance, they say: Why at this age?

If I laugh at a joke, " What was so good about it?"

If I dont, " Why is your mood always off?"

When I come home late, " Why were you late?"

When I am early, " Why so early?"

When I dont tell I am going out, " Why dont you tell?"

When I do tell, " Where, When , How? Why?"


I so wished people asked questions in order to learn more. Not just to interfere in other's life!

There definately needs to be a special lesson in schools to teach the kids where to ask a question and where not to, What about, and what not about!

All these people never ask the government , why it didnt fulfill what it promised?
All these people never ask The criminals, Why? what? where? how?
They never feel the need to question a man who's cruel to kids, who's cruel to animals! Nor will they Question those who dirty the roads, who dont have any civic sense!

Question to learn more!
Question when someone goes wrong!
Question when you feel the pinch!
Question to make a positive change!
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