Hello Friends,Having read your views, I thought i should express mine as well. First of all, I must tell you that I am an Indian and we as indians look at the chinese with suspicion. They have given us a bloody nose in the war of 1962 and we can never forget that. Now this background should lend credibility what i am about to say.In the past few years, China , as a subject of my intrest has amazed me to no end. I have been a staunch critique in public while have privately admired them. But all that has changed now. I have come to respect the chinese as a race, as people , and as human beings for their pride, for their dedication and their commitment. If i were to wager today as to who would rule to world 50 years hence, I would emphatically say, if it has to be someone, it would be China. They have been steadfast and at the same time adapatable. Their foriegn policies have been subject to widespread criticism but that too would die down nice and slow as China grows from strength to strength. The hyper critical western media doesn't even realise that the might of China is not the present, It is the future itself. The grandiose opening ceremony was a message to the entire world, that China has arrived. The grandeur and pomp of that evening could bring a dead man alive, It sure sent a chill down my spine. The military precision that was a hallmark of each of their activity was a showcase that shall be unmatched for it's human element. The months of training and sweat and blood that went into making that flawless show can evince nothing but admiration from a perverse critic. The smiles on the faces of the people who performed was a sign of the change that China wants the world to see and also was a subtle way to calm the nerves of all the military thinkers worldwide.It was perfection at it's very best. It was symbolism that was well made use of. It was a sign to things to come. It was China all the way. The Medal tally was only a translation of their message so that all your simpletons can read it clearly as I have.
Thank You. amit2992@yahoo.com (as posted in another blog)
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
My frustration..
The most frustrating thing for me is the knowledge that I am a part of a country that has bred ignorance, bigotry and hypocrisy. I am frustrated by the fact that our rulers are the worst leaders this country ever had. I am despondent at the knowledge that we elect as our representatives, people who can buy, sell and kill to get there.
I am frustrated at the thought that I am tiny drop in this ocean of ever growing humanity that symbolizes nothing more than lack of planning and bereavement of the will to work at the highest level.
I am deeply pained at the knowledge that so many of our sons and daughters have bled at our borders to protect us from outsiders while the worst of evil rules us from our very own Vidhan sabhas.
It frustrates me to think that, as we, the lucky and suave deliberate here for no rime or reason in a forum that shall have nothing to do with our nation, there is a man out there in the dark knee deep in his trench, keeping a vigil, there is woman out there who is doing the late shift with the worry that she has to get back safely to her house with a narrow alley on the way to cross, that there is a man out there working hard unconcerned of supervision and working for his pride.
It frustrates me to know that a nation of over a billion doesn't have the spine to stand up put a claim for a medal at the most of noble of duels..on the sports field.
The awareness that I am born in a race that excels at nothing but pulling each other down, a race that can do no good to itself or the world, a race of people who have no regard for basic humane principle of work ethics, a race that is prudish in public and prurient in private, a race that is weak physically and deranged mentally and a race that in unwilling to look in the mirror and call spade a spade frustrates me to no end.
I am frustrated at the thought that I am tiny drop in this ocean of ever growing humanity that symbolizes nothing more than lack of planning and bereavement of the will to work at the highest level.
I am deeply pained at the knowledge that so many of our sons and daughters have bled at our borders to protect us from outsiders while the worst of evil rules us from our very own Vidhan sabhas.
It frustrates me to think that, as we, the lucky and suave deliberate here for no rime or reason in a forum that shall have nothing to do with our nation, there is a man out there in the dark knee deep in his trench, keeping a vigil, there is woman out there who is doing the late shift with the worry that she has to get back safely to her house with a narrow alley on the way to cross, that there is a man out there working hard unconcerned of supervision and working for his pride.
It frustrates me to know that a nation of over a billion doesn't have the spine to stand up put a claim for a medal at the most of noble of duels..on the sports field.
The awareness that I am born in a race that excels at nothing but pulling each other down, a race that can do no good to itself or the world, a race of people who have no regard for basic humane principle of work ethics, a race that is prudish in public and prurient in private, a race that is weak physically and deranged mentally and a race that in unwilling to look in the mirror and call spade a spade frustrates me to no end.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
The walk
As pregnant clouds loom above
I hope they are filled with love
I march ahead to the beats
To a place where the sky and earth meet
Sounds of birds, music to my ears
A pat on the back, admiration from peers
These are the thoughts that float in my mind
Soaking in sweat, a product of the grind
Of the millions of them made worldwide
Stacked a few are in the pack on my side
Each of them created to fight of my safety
In a hope that the enemy doesn’t have one for me
Every step I take in the walk ahead
Takes me closer to the goal at the end
Yet, I am as good as I was then
A part of the crowd I was when
I walk and I walk, aware and alert
Fighting the bushes, clearing the dirt
The long trudge is for my cup of gold
The paradise beyond the horizon, I am told
I hope they are filled with love
I march ahead to the beats
To a place where the sky and earth meet
Sounds of birds, music to my ears
A pat on the back, admiration from peers
These are the thoughts that float in my mind
Soaking in sweat, a product of the grind
Of the millions of them made worldwide
Stacked a few are in the pack on my side
Each of them created to fight of my safety
In a hope that the enemy doesn’t have one for me
Every step I take in the walk ahead
Takes me closer to the goal at the end
Yet, I am as good as I was then
A part of the crowd I was when
I walk and I walk, aware and alert
Fighting the bushes, clearing the dirt
The long trudge is for my cup of gold
The paradise beyond the horizon, I am told
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
My experience on the Volvo-10 Jun 08
The Volvo bus is a monster of the road. it is the veritable tiger of the Indian road. The other buses with similar build albeit of far inferior material and finish seem clones from a different era. It seems to be the Sachin Tendulkar of the roads while the other vehicles seem a school boys’ cricket team. It devours every vehicle in a jiffy. The effortless ease with which it accelerates leaving behind not only the Tatas and Marutis but also the Hondas and Toyotas is a sight to behold.
As it bides its time behind a slower vehicle to avoid the oncoming traffic on a narrow road, it resembles a tiger ready to pounce on a rabbit. The effortless ease with which it accelerates past the vanquished is a sight to behold. The overtaking is more like a Pulsar overtaking a TVS 50 or a more apt comparison would be a Hayabusa taking on a Pulsar, only in this case with out breaking a sweat. It's amazing to see a bus with such incredible power yet such noiseless demeanour. The only time it seems to make a wee bit of ruffle is when it breaks to stop. Such is the magnificence of the air suspension that the bus on stopping swings like a pendulum with series of dampening oscillations thus ensuring complete comfort to the passenger.
The passengers inside are supremely comfortable. This is taking luxury to new heights. Others on the road only watch in awe as this monster takes on the shameful Indian roads. Such is the comfort level of the driver that he streaks past the traffic with ridiculous ease. The bumpy road can make all but a little ruffle in a faint corner of the driver's mind as he can seldom feel any of those unruly undulations. This is really the cutting edge of bus technology
The bus has been furnished with 44 world class seats which can be reclined. It has a plasma TV snugly fitted and two light screens avoid any back scatter to disturb the driver. The seats are a wee bit closer and I suspect that it's an Indian custom made design and hence the sleeping comfort is slightly suspect. There exists ample space for the baggage underneath the passenger cabin. The elevated passenger cabin results in expedient space for luggage which also contributed to the overall stability of the bus. There also exists a sun roof in the centreline alley and would double as an escape hatch should this incredible controllable, remarkably cutting edge and amazingly safe machine suffer the misfortune of an accident.
This bus takes the on road experience to another plane. Come on all you friends, you are invited to the party.
As it bides its time behind a slower vehicle to avoid the oncoming traffic on a narrow road, it resembles a tiger ready to pounce on a rabbit. The effortless ease with which it accelerates past the vanquished is a sight to behold. The overtaking is more like a Pulsar overtaking a TVS 50 or a more apt comparison would be a Hayabusa taking on a Pulsar, only in this case with out breaking a sweat. It's amazing to see a bus with such incredible power yet such noiseless demeanour. The only time it seems to make a wee bit of ruffle is when it breaks to stop. Such is the magnificence of the air suspension that the bus on stopping swings like a pendulum with series of dampening oscillations thus ensuring complete comfort to the passenger.
The passengers inside are supremely comfortable. This is taking luxury to new heights. Others on the road only watch in awe as this monster takes on the shameful Indian roads. Such is the comfort level of the driver that he streaks past the traffic with ridiculous ease. The bumpy road can make all but a little ruffle in a faint corner of the driver's mind as he can seldom feel any of those unruly undulations. This is really the cutting edge of bus technology
The bus has been furnished with 44 world class seats which can be reclined. It has a plasma TV snugly fitted and two light screens avoid any back scatter to disturb the driver. The seats are a wee bit closer and I suspect that it's an Indian custom made design and hence the sleeping comfort is slightly suspect. There exists ample space for the baggage underneath the passenger cabin. The elevated passenger cabin results in expedient space for luggage which also contributed to the overall stability of the bus. There also exists a sun roof in the centreline alley and would double as an escape hatch should this incredible controllable, remarkably cutting edge and amazingly safe machine suffer the misfortune of an accident.
This bus takes the on road experience to another plane. Come on all you friends, you are invited to the party.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
My good Angel
The world was a very sad place
Covered with darkness, laced with haze
A hideous beast with an abominable face
The nightmare of every hermit, every sage
The worried gods looked to earth and said
A hell I have made, all gory and red
It reeks of fear and emanates dread
With every man baying for anothers head
The gods had to atone for the blunder done
For million misguided they had a blessed one
Spread they were evenly in earthly crowd
To guide the unholy, palliate the proud
Simple their outlook, Humility their strength
Whatever their talent, they displayed only one tenth
Smile they do, despite odds in an ominous stack
They make up by attitude, by strength what they lack
Destined I was to find one such resplendent gem
Beautiful in the skin she was a creme da la creme
A picture of simplicity, she embodied so much love
Impossible to forget her I remember her even now
In her presence she was a harbinger of light
She came, she conquered, and her every action was upright
Her absence left memories and a humongous void
Mind is a dizzy, Heart sunk and life was devoid
Time was the healer which saved me
Her memories pulled me, mired I was till the knee
A word or two from her have resuscitated life
The smiles are returning as ends the strife
Covered with darkness, laced with haze
A hideous beast with an abominable face
The nightmare of every hermit, every sage
The worried gods looked to earth and said
A hell I have made, all gory and red
It reeks of fear and emanates dread
With every man baying for anothers head
The gods had to atone for the blunder done
For million misguided they had a blessed one
Spread they were evenly in earthly crowd
To guide the unholy, palliate the proud
Simple their outlook, Humility their strength
Whatever their talent, they displayed only one tenth
Smile they do, despite odds in an ominous stack
They make up by attitude, by strength what they lack
Destined I was to find one such resplendent gem
Beautiful in the skin she was a creme da la creme
A picture of simplicity, she embodied so much love
Impossible to forget her I remember her even now
In her presence she was a harbinger of light
She came, she conquered, and her every action was upright
Her absence left memories and a humongous void
Mind is a dizzy, Heart sunk and life was devoid
Time was the healer which saved me
Her memories pulled me, mired I was till the knee
A word or two from her have resuscitated life
The smiles are returning as ends the strife
..I should have been dead yesterday..
Lived my way, I paid no heed
Unsolicited advices from others!
I chose to do my deed
Notwithstanding advices from brothers
Rashness has been and will be
my way it shall, come what may
A heady cocktail, yes that's me
Choosing the path were the dangers lay
I trust at will the distrust on anvil
I see no end before I make the plunge
My gut rules even when the time is still
Fear is my asset for it makes me lunge
My highs are brief, foretell they doom
I foresee the future and yet am on the move
My ebbs as brief, before I see the loom
My faith is back before I ever begin to rue
In a moment of truth, to enemy I gave the gun
Cold feel on my temple had quite a different say
From false bravery, cowardice I went to shun
Now I realise, I could have been dead yesterday
© Amit Khanduri Mar 2008
Unsolicited advices from others!
I chose to do my deed
Notwithstanding advices from brothers
Rashness has been and will be
my way it shall, come what may
A heady cocktail, yes that's me
Choosing the path were the dangers lay
I trust at will the distrust on anvil
I see no end before I make the plunge
My gut rules even when the time is still
Fear is my asset for it makes me lunge
My highs are brief, foretell they doom
I foresee the future and yet am on the move
My ebbs as brief, before I see the loom
My faith is back before I ever begin to rue
In a moment of truth, to enemy I gave the gun
Cold feel on my temple had quite a different say
From false bravery, cowardice I went to shun
Now I realise, I could have been dead yesterday
© Amit Khanduri Mar 2008
Imperfect
Slitty eyes, nose that beaks
Uncontrollable hair begging tweaks
Brows pronounced and a nasal twinge
Longish fingers looking like syringe
Cindy with a difference, mole on the sole
Teeth displaced, like football goals
Ears imperfect, growing like leaves
Breasts that only get seen on a heave
Hands with muscles that just show up
A profile that's a guy's with out the cups
Gait a mixture of trot and tease
Passing year adding to my skin another crease
I am sad that am far from perfect
I have every flaw conceivable, every defect
God take me out of this hell
Where only the best products sell
Please listen to my humble plea
I do not even date the reflection of me
Every passing day I sink into deeper abyss
As around I see beautiful people in bliss
The god appeared to her heart rending appeal
With her he struck the favourable deal
He gave her ‘beauty’ to her hearts desire
Lifted her from the sadness of her quagmire
Smiles returned to her, her ‘beauty’ the talk of the town
Her hair golden and milky skin she tanned to brown
Hazel her eyes playing foil to gleaming lips
Hourglass her shape with breast complementing hips
Men came drooling, like bees to a flower
Each one with singular aim, to be her lover
Women turned green at sight of her
She basked in the glory as it sank into her
She was the cynosure, she forgot her friends of yore
As begging attention were drones at the door
Surrounded by attention from morn till night
She forgot to differentiate, wrong from right
The modesty soon gave way, arrived conceit
Immersing in arrogance was she from head to feet
Wars began in her, conscience lost every time
Tough times she forgot in favourable climes
An honest little fellow walked up to her
Conveying his appreciation with a reddish flower
Offending in the process this lovely lass
How could she stoop to such a mediocre trash?
©Amit Khanduri March 2008
Uncontrollable hair begging tweaks
Brows pronounced and a nasal twinge
Longish fingers looking like syringe
Cindy with a difference, mole on the sole
Teeth displaced, like football goals
Ears imperfect, growing like leaves
Breasts that only get seen on a heave
Hands with muscles that just show up
A profile that's a guy's with out the cups
Gait a mixture of trot and tease
Passing year adding to my skin another crease
I am sad that am far from perfect
I have every flaw conceivable, every defect
God take me out of this hell
Where only the best products sell
Please listen to my humble plea
I do not even date the reflection of me
Every passing day I sink into deeper abyss
As around I see beautiful people in bliss
The god appeared to her heart rending appeal
With her he struck the favourable deal
He gave her ‘beauty’ to her hearts desire
Lifted her from the sadness of her quagmire
Smiles returned to her, her ‘beauty’ the talk of the town
Her hair golden and milky skin she tanned to brown
Hazel her eyes playing foil to gleaming lips
Hourglass her shape with breast complementing hips
Men came drooling, like bees to a flower
Each one with singular aim, to be her lover
Women turned green at sight of her
She basked in the glory as it sank into her
She was the cynosure, she forgot her friends of yore
As begging attention were drones at the door
Surrounded by attention from morn till night
She forgot to differentiate, wrong from right
The modesty soon gave way, arrived conceit
Immersing in arrogance was she from head to feet
Wars began in her, conscience lost every time
Tough times she forgot in favourable climes
An honest little fellow walked up to her
Conveying his appreciation with a reddish flower
Offending in the process this lovely lass
How could she stoop to such a mediocre trash?
©Amit Khanduri March 2008
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