When your dreams fail and you fall

When you bow down to odds,
And slowen your adrenaline rush
When keeping calm doesn't shorts
That's the time to push harder

When your dreams fail and you fall
When you lay ourself all bare in sweat
When they tell you that enough is enough
That's the moment you stand tall
That's the time to accelerate the pedal

When your mind races and heart swell
When you freak and lean to embrace the choas
That's when you go further
Because you know life too truly
There's more to be done
That the time to  accelerate
Thats the time to push harder

DEMONETIZATION -An Economical Change or A More of Behavioral

The oxford dictionary defines demonetization as deprive (a coin or precious metal) of its status as money, the common man defines it as a reason to ques outside the ATM’s and banks. The Pro-Modi group defines it as surgical strike on black money. The anti-modi group defines it as mis- management of decision and not so respected by Nobel prize winner Amartya Sen quotes the scenario as, “only an authoritarian government can calmly cause such misery to the people with millions of innocent people being deprived of their money and being subjected to suffering, inconvenience and indignity in trying to get their own money.

Whatever demonetization may have been defined above and have taken different meanings according to convenience. The point is, it’s decision regarding common man who freaking struggles every day and struggled while the rich were swiping it up. A common man is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has. I came across many people in the long ques and observed a lot of them during the period I was a part of the line. I made some friends, included few girls also.so demonetization was a help because we all were on same boat.2-3 hours standing in a line you can’t ignore pretty faces, won’t you. We all know the lines on the song, 

" रिश्वत देना तो खुद पापा ने सिखाया”. Now even the dads are afraid, that’s demonetization for you, ladies and gentleman.

So here are the stories I came across the demonetization and cleared my views regarding it. Everyone can relate to it.

#KIDS

I remember, when I was in CPS (my school), we had this bizarre tradition of class wise assembly. I was among the updated kids.so whenever an emergency striked our class I would be the one called upon to read the news. In order to coup-up with emergency I would read newspaper patiently every day. I was class 6-7, when I got to know that even CRORES are in thousands and special thanks to Madhu Koda for his deeds. For many this thousand crores stuff may be easy thing but for me it was a big deal reason being is my incompatibility with digits. Kids, the future of our nation as we call, are presently aware of loop holes of the system because they are taught by society to deal this away but such a move as demonetization made them realize that a system is ever changing in a country like ours .A wrong deed is meant to be punished may be sooner or later but it’s meant to be. After the news got aired, the news channels, filled with debates, picture analysis, over enthusiastic predictions. Some kids of class 7-8 in my nearby houses in the evening came to me and asked, “Why is demonetization such an important move when it’s already troubling so many. For once I was struck, why the kids who ask me more of GTA kids and update me with latest games and don’t take part in outdoor game asking me such a serious stuff. These kids treat world as Gta where they would run over everyone and escape it using cheat codes, but that’s ain’t reality. Salman Bhai is exception whatsoever. I explained them the disadvantages and the sufferings they would have to pay for a deed if they be a part of it.To live with dignity, you must held nation’s pride and be a responsible citizen. I suggested them.

#COMMON MAN- The term defines as the lower middle class, who are deprived monthly household (according to me).

The term common is never justified to me, when every individual is different and his demands are different, his feelings are different .why do we bind them with single word “common”, just because they fall in the same intake and expenditure criteria. 

        I have been to banks and being part of the crowd. I realised, which I always knew that the common people had no problem at all. They are ever adjusting. We stand in ques for party, lines for tirupathi and siddhivinayak are always famous. It’s all the same, the motive is different. There it’s for soul’s freshness and now it’s for Nation’s. The upper class and swipe class pro were most impatient and uncool that’s my observation and my experience. They have been comforted by Ac’s and here the heat was turning them up. Its irony though  that the Ac class were once a part of heating queue in their struggles but once they reach there they leave back their struggles.

In my school days. I was cricket captain and being the captain I had to report earliest in the morning and mornings being chilling and bathing a compulsory routine by mom no matter what season it it.i would be late by 5-6 minutes. Realizing this, if I am late, why would team come on time.so I thought of taking lifts to some distances and save few minutes, whenever I asked for lift on anyone on bicycle .I was always given the lift it’s still 100% possibility.in case of on with bikes it fall to 35-55% chances (in cases they would change the way, my destination was still close to their turning but their refusal would be harsh).we people when we have all the resources forget our struggles. I still have friends who always drive back with unknown strangers on their backseat.Vibhor, Aman, Ankit,Amit infact a lot of the guys I know. The rich who lift up their roots, dry up and fall back to the ground, that’s how things go it.The common (my common) are always co-operative. They seek hope after an interval of 5 years though it’s shattered many times but they still hope and that makes them common and different.

#ME, MY FRIENDS, NEIGHBORS AND SOCIETY

Earlier me and my school friends used to have bhunja after tuition. Our parties used to be very loose and within our budget. We grew and our pockets tightened slightly better. Friends being the same the party which were once fixed to Rs 25 only came to Rs 150,if the no heads increase it adds up but after the demonetization when we meet we were back to two digit figure and combing everyone’s contribution it came around Rs 50 and we went back to basics and initial days felt amazing. My mother who believes in more of a cash and distrust online transaction .finally began shopping and learnt swiping. Neighbors are turning good because the basic need is the same.

The piggy banks which were earlier scoffed as an infant pastime is now the main source of family survivor for little.

The auto rickshaw drivers were amazing all these days, who understood the pain and didn’t question much when paid in less than what they deserve for the distance.

                                                                  

  Demonetization is a change in thought process where people are believing that a change is supposed to come and the change is not an economical rather a more of behavioral. People with good initiatives are turning up and taking party in the process. It’s a change for the future who will remember us as a part of change and we stood for a better and corruption free world with equal and deserving people  given a fare chance.

Sunset of relationships and redemption

                                                    

This is a story of a boy meets girl. The boy believed that he could never be truly happy until the day he met truly, “the one”. The belief was stemmed from early school days by Bollywood movies and Indi-american pop songs with combined effect of intense lyrics .This is a story of a boy meets girl but you should know upfront this is not a love story.

The school days are best days of germination of feelings and you grow interest towards the opposite gender. Here the hormonal imbalance take place. Likely most days of the year are unremarkable. They began and they end with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. For me that day was, “Wednesday” 12/12/12.

The story began like all other stories. Suddenly love happened and the boy proposed and the talks began. The stories began to unfold. Some stories told during togetherness are not ones that are routinely told to everybody. These stories one had to earn .We both earned them. People forget this important part and take these stories for granted. According to facts, 40% women would consider dumping a boyfriend if her friend didn’t like them. Well in case of boys it comes to 0 because they follow the zero tolerance policy. We have no complain policy.

The story goes next to and you are told that the girl you are dating is no other girl though you find no dissimilarities. We’ll are some just a bit different but they don’t agree to that. I don’t mind saying I am same as other boys .well for them it’s a matter of prestige. There are only to kinds of people in world. There’s women and men. She was a women. Height average, weight average, English slightly above average. For all intents and purposes she was just another girl. Except she wasn’t. I was no special either. I would love better remain average and enjoy than being extraordinary and being alone and surrounded by fakes.

Then comes the part of separation. There are 1000 reasons of separation if you find it and a reason to be separated. Here it was me .There are times when you need changes and we part your ways. I parted mine and took the road which I didn’t wanted too but I understood we didn’t need label of relationship .people do live without this shit in there head. It’s the valentine cards, the movies and the pop songs, they are to blame for all lies and the heartache everything. It’s time when your likes turn from Yo YO Honey Singh to Arijit Singh and Kumar Sanu.

This was my sunset of relationship. This was when hope was dying flame .This was when a man cared so much about a girl then let her walk away. Though he asks about her every day. He knows the inevitable and wonders when that day will come when the sun will sink behind mountain and go to bed alone. We all have been this man sometimes. There is an Urdu poetry to describe the condition

“Maine samjha tha kit tu hai toh darakshaan hai hayaat (I thought that life will shine eternally only if I had you)

Then comes the other side effect of endings, the loneliness and the regret of being left alone. People don’t realise this but loneliness is underrated.in the end, no kindling will restart that flame and you’re left to watch her backside disappear in the dying warmth of the evening sun. It’s all because a boy loves a girl. It’s none fault .just isn’t favorable. Then regrets start to fall and you think back of all the times you had with someone and you just replay it in your head over again and you look for those first sign of troubles where things went off. You began writing then if you’re accustomed to it.trust me, the best way to get over a girl is to turn her into literature. If you think she’s the one, just go back. We just remember the good stuffs, the best days. Next time go back and think of the other part as well. There are  no miracles. There are no such thing as fate, nothing is meant to be. I know and I am sure of it.

Everybody likes being on their own. Even girls do. You can’t keep stuck to them.relationship are messy and people’s feelings get hurt .who needs it? We are young. We live in one of the best city of country. Might as well have fun while we save the serious stuff for later.

Also, one more fact would help you to realise the importance of being you first. “On internet dating sites, who reported incomes higher than $250,000 received 156% more email than those with $50,000.

We have been postponing living and doing things of their choice, of their interest. Break free. When you make better choices, you’ll see better results. Live life on your terms. Listen to the values that are most true to you.

“EACH NIGHT YOU’LL SEE A LITTLE MORE OF THE LIGHTED SIDE OF THE MOON AND YOU’LL SEE THAT IT’S HIGHER ABOVE THE SUN”.

That’s relationship right now my friends. Thing before you enter it .Let’s save the serious stuff for later.  

Keep an eye to everything ,life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

There’s been always debate over classy vs unclassy. The classy enjoy meals, dinner and breakfast in a restaurant paying VAT, service tax and additional taxes but they argue or doubt over the freshness of a vegetable in a market (by market I never ever mean Reliance fresh). Its freezed packaged decorated vegetables which may suit to their reputation and class but aren’t enough to provide them with required vitamins and minerals and resulting in a poor immunity level. They doubt over the freshness of vegetables but they dare to raise a question over packaged and decorated food items in stores. I don’t know how did consuming Bel juice or original mango juice became unclassy over having slice (which itself says its aerated drink and contains added flavored taste , brands like Frooti, Maaza, Slice and Jumpin' have flavors added to them. The blog is not about classy vs unclassy. It’s over honesty vs hypocrisy. Advertisement vs truth, men vs real men.

Days back, one of my senior mate Ravi Saxena (works in Wabco) needed a haircut .I suggested him Luks and other fancy hair cutting saloons because he earns now and can afford a rs 150 haircut but he refused saying he’s been to same barber  for 13 years and rarely miss him. We reached the hair cutting shop .The barber was busy with some other costumer who looked like a government official and was telling him of the incidents that aren’t known to locals. Next was our turn. The man gave him rs 500 and the barber had no change .He asked us for change. We too had none. The man said he’ll be back with the change amount. He left, meanwhile it was almost half an hour there. I was busy playing tap the frog game on his phone and was trying  to beat the high score set by him but couldn’t do it. Later I came to know the score was set by her teen cousin who is eight years old and I couldn't even beat her .It was now 50 minutes and now the barber began investing how long did it took to have get money changed. He asked your permission to go and have a look around. He went to look over the places I too followed him to a little distance but found none looking like the man. The barber came back empty heated and began cutting Ravi bhaiya’s hair. He said “लगता  है ,आज  40 रुपया  का  घाटा  हो गया। दो  किलो  आटा  का  दाम  लेगया  वो  आदमी(mind it ,cost of wheat is rs 22/kg)I go shopping with mom. You can’t skip mothers. It took me into deep thought how much those 40 rupees meant to him and how dishonest was the man who didn’t even bother to return him the amount. We were around the place for about 3 hours which included bank works also but found no sign of the man. How can one be so cruel and dishonest to these people, in fact why only them why being dishonest to anyone? We take money from people then forget it. Thinking the amount to be in little we forget to give it back but that little amount matter to them very much. We don’t care about the consequences. What is merely rs 40 for us, may mean survival to them.

The class can be modest with their tone in malls, shopping complexes but their reality comes out it real market. Their yelling, over rs 1 or 5 can be easily heard in market. You may also come over real creepy guys out there in market who refuse taking vegetables without being given in plastic because vegetables gets mixed up. How’s that a reason to have a polythene bag. Luckily my mom doesn’t take things in polythene. I am not fully against them but there’s got to be civic sense. Nowadays, there is prime time debate over gau-rakshaks, who are beating up innocent people and letting go those plastic in throats of cows. If they really want to protect them and being meaningful. They should do the duty with sensible attitude and think of management of plastics bags and protecting cows from consuming them.

I am too a part of classy sometimes but luckily I have a mother who sends me back to fakira to give them back rs 50 because they paid her extra and in return  I paid policemen rs 200 because I wasn’t  wearing a helmet. Well that's my fault because she warned me to wear it. You should always listen to women. I don’t know how they can see future or maybe they decide your future upcoming. It’s been weeks back when, me and my friend, UPS (Uday Pratap Singh) and Alok went to our school to have some papers on my scooty (people who know me those 2 years know about my scooty, others may skip this part).While going to school UPS saw a girl, who’s been 100% guarantee unlucky to me and my best friend Harsh since school days. It was all good up to then .we went to school, had our papers. When we came back to parking .we saw my scooty punctured. Everybody knows the nearest reach of puncture shop from DAV, nit. We pushing our scooty, in fact only I was pushing scooty and brought it to a puncture shop .The shopkeeper was about 5 years older than us. He looked after the tyres condition and told us that the bill would be about rs 45.we had that amount. Until UPS bought a water bottle of Rs 15 and bringing our budget to rs 30.After half an hour he told the bill is Rs 60.Each one of us were shocked ,what to do. Finally, I persuaded him to take Rs 30 and told, ‘we are regular visitors and he’ll have the left amount soon.it has been 2 months now until we had visited him. Finally I gave him the amount after the incident happened with me at the barber’s shop. Maybe it meant nothing to me but it would have been a lot sum to him. He was surprised to have money back also I could see having faith in honesty back in his eyes. It was a moment of realization.

If you ever have an encounter with anything of such things, do pay them with our honesty .They may not need your money every time. Give them our trust they may ask for money later. Set examples for coming generations keeping in mind we ourselves are trending generation. Do things for yourselves just to make yourself happy. It isn’t about class or society. We just need to figure one thing what we are, where do we come from and what makes us different from others and what difference we have made around us.

If we didn’t make any. I am afraid our role for nation isn’t considered. I suggest you to take small steps, bigger ones will follow by. There’s okay with things you can’t do it. 

There are many things you can’t but at least do things what you can.

Keep an eye to everything, life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. You could miss the essence of your presence on earth.