Doctors....savers or "PIRATES"?????

Go to any diagnostic center..and be it any test...u need to have not less than a thousand bucks..."kya loot macha rakhi hai yaar" are one of the most heard statements heard in the waiting room of these centers..plus the dissatisfaction generated from the time taking formalities, un-availability of the concerned helpers..un-heigenic rest rooms..are the ways to treat u and pay u bak for ur thousands of bucks..sorry to say dat..people dont have any option as the govt hospitals and diagnostic centers r in a 'sorry state'...to i think ki if people cant afford such expensive treatments and tests..i advise plzzz...dont fall ill..u dont have the right..

Wasting my money "JUST LIKE THAT"????

I was here in a 2 day workshop organised by a very renowned and famous organisation of the country dat calls itself as an educative NGO. the so called intellectual and " responsible "people from all over the country were present in the royal hall of the most royal and "expensive" hotel of the capital to discuss the issues and problems of the grass root levels of the education sysytems,their remedies and the future actions...suggested by the most well read and the responsible educators of the country...the organisation itself does the most fabulous job..but i dont understand dat why the hell [pardon my words] sooooo much amount of money is wasted on such conferences? i mean i dont find a single reason that these people shud be given such treatment...if they r the real educators..[as they claim] then wat's the need to project? right from the air fare to the local conveyance kinda stuff get reimbursed..i was moved witnessing these contractors of the Indian Education system quenching their thirsts with the money of the lower level classes...

in the conference..the representatives of the rural level org's and the backward areas NGO's get neglected and are avoided...if this is the behavior u wanna do with them...why u invite these easy people to such high brow conferences..

once..one of ma proffesors, on the continuos absenteeism in the personality development classes,commented that..everybody seemed to be eager about these kinda claasses until they r not held..bt once u start the classes,nobody is present.the same stuff is dat when it comes to the practical aspect of such conferences,the most talkative and evocative people are not to be seen...

i am SHOCKED...not sure about the upcoming scene of the education in ma country...

abhi..5 minutes bak when i was standing in ma balcony...[coz there was no electricity,sometimes i think dat i wud've died if i wud've born in 16th century]..haan..to main kya keh rahi thi...when i was standing in ma balcony..i noticed some slum dwellers who looked like kids of somewhere around 7 to 8 yrs of age..and to the sheer surprise of ma ears..i found dem abusing each other and sayind baddest of the baddest words like teri b**** k* c****d*****...dat even cant be mentioned...i did not expect this out of the future residents and citizens of a developing country..is dis the real development we r adhering to????? i dont think so..i think the real and the not so original way to treat dem is thru education and literacy...yessss....dere's a very thin line between education and literacy..dey did not need to be only literated but also educated...right???

Wat on the earth is THIS?????

I was turning the ears of the television remote, in the search of better visuals...in other words...surfing the "so called" entertainment channels in ma quest of something neat and clear,tidy and which is not any kind of abusive and "happening","modern" tongue. and not to ma surprise..i was unable to find one..turn out to any entertainment channel..Mtv,Bindas,Utv,colors,imagine,star...everywhere it seems like there's a competition among these channels to beat each other in this dirty game of abuses and letting down one another.be it ROADIES, DADAGIRI, BIG BOSS, etc..i found everybody in an unexplanable mode of conduct and the result was a quick expulsion from the room by ma dad..who again shouted on me for switching over such channels and making the air contaminated..i wonder how the parents can have such a heart to let their wards experiment with these kinda channels....
being a student of media,i look bak to ma history books dat attempt to state the conviction and the goals of media when it was established...i ask maself..even i'll be thrown to dis dirty world after a while..and even i've follow the same so called trends..den why we r made to throw ourselves in the midst of history books and wat about the ethics we r tought??? i feel pissed off when i start contemplating on my deeds and efforts dat m duin now and those dat i intend or i'll made to perform/....

Vincent Willem van (30 March 1853–29 July 1890) was a Dutch Post-Impressionist painter whose work had a far reaching influence on 20th century art for its vivid colors and emotional impact. He suffered from anxiety and increasingly frequent bouts of mental illness throughout his life, and died largely unknown, at the age of 37 from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. Little appreciated during his lifetime, his fame grew in the years after his death. Today, he is widely regarded as one of history's greatest painters and an important contributor to the foundations of modern art. Van Gogh did not begin painting until his late twenties, and most of his best-known works were produced during his final two years. He produced more than 2,000 artworks, consisting of around 900 paintings and 1,100 drawings and sketches. He was little known during his lifetime, however his work was a strong influence on the Modernist art that followed, and today many of his pieces—including his numerous self portraits, landscapes, portraits and sunflowers—are among the world's most recognizable and expensive works of art.

Van Gogh spent his early adulthood working for a firm of art dealers and traveled between The Hague, London and Paris, after which he taught in England. An early vocational aspiration was to become a pastor and preach the gospel, and from 1879 he worked as a missionary in a mining region in Belgium. During this time he began to sketch people from the local community, and in 1885 painted his first major work The Potato Eaters. His palette at the time consisted mainly of sombre earth tones and showed no sign of the vivid coloration that distinguished his later work. In March 1886, he moved to Paris and discovered the French Impressionists. Later he moved to the south of France and was taken by the strong sunlight he found there. His work grew brighter in color and he developed the unique and highly recognizable style which became fully realized during his stay in Arles in 1888.

The extent to which his mental illness affected his painting has been a subject of speculation since his death. Despite a widespread tendency to romanticise his ill health, modern critics see an artist deeply frustrated by the inactivity and incoherence brought about by his bouts of sickness. According to art critic Robert Hughes, Van Gogh's late works show an artist at the height of his abilty, completely in control and "longing for concision and grace".

“Our task is not to rediscover nature but to remake it.”..... this statement is however proving correct and apt in the today's world..an endless list of the remakes from the hollywood to the bollywood ...first lets have a look at them...

Partner = Hitch
Sarkar = The Godfather
U Me aur hum = The Notebook
Love story 2050 = The Timemachine
Mr ya Miss = Switch
Omkara = Othello
Aitraaz = Disclosure
Chori chori = Housesitter
Ek haseena thi = Double Jeopardy
Ek ajnabee = Man on fire
Kuch to hai = i Know What You did last summer
Phir Hera Pheri= Lock stock / Two smoking barrels
Taxi no.9211= Changing Lanes
Musafir= U turn
Kaante= Reservoir dogs
Deewane huye pagal= There's something about Mary
Aawara pagal deewana= Whole Nine Yards
Murder=Unfaithful
Mujshe shaadi karogi= Anger Management
Train= Derailed
Zeher=Out of time
Killer=Collateral
Qayamat= The Rock
Dilwale dulhania le jayenge= The Sure Thing
Kuch kuch hota hai=Sleepless in Seattle
Chak de India=Miracle on ice
Jab we met=A walk in the clouds
Race= Bad Lovers
Andaz apna apna= Dirty Rotten Squandrel
Sholay= Magnificent Seven
Life in a... Metro=The Apartment
Black=The Miracle Worker
Dhoom 2=Payback
Ghajini= memento
Ugli aur Pagli = My Sassy Girl
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The argument for against movie remakes depends on the quality and availability of the original and the intentions of the re-makers. If the original movie was widely available and was seen by many then the argument for a remake lessens, if the film was originally shown in a limited amount of places or was made in a minority language then perhaps a remake is justified. Also it can be justified if there is to be a better financed version in order to improve the stories adaptation form a book or play then again a remake may be again justified. All to often the remake is a lazy way to have a film without having to write it first. Many just retell the story with different people playing the parts. The story isn't improved and it's more a rehash then a remake...
wat do u say????

Yeh Mehloon,Yeh Takhtoon,Yeh Taajoon Ki Duniya,
Yeh Insaan Key Dushman Samaajoon Ki Duniya,
Yeh Doolat Key Bhookey Riwajoon Ki Duniya,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai

Har Eik Jism Ghayal,Har Eik Rooh Piyaasi,
Nigahoon Mein Uljhan,Diloon Mein Udaasi,
Yeh Duniya Hai Ya Aalam-e-Badhawasi,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai

Yahaan Eik Khiloona Hai Insaan Ki Hasti,
Yeh Basti Hai Murda Parastoon Ki Basti,
Yahaan Tu Jeevan Sey Hai Maut Sasti,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai

Jawaani Bhatakti Hai Badkaar Ban Kar,
Jawaan Jism Sajtey Hein Bazaar Ban Kar,
Yahaan Pyaar Hota Hai Beopaar Ban Kar,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai

Yeh Duniya Jahaan Aadmi Kuch Nahi Hai,
Wafa Kuch Nahi,Doosti Kuch Nahi Hai,
Yahaan Pyaar Ki Qadr Hi Kuch Nahi Hai,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai

Jala Du Isey,Phoonk Daloo Yeh Duniya.
Meray Saamney Sey Hata Loo Yeh Duniya,
Tumhari Hai Tum Hi Sanmbhaloo Yeh Duniya,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai

Cigarette and Poetry

There was a pain
I inhaled it
Quietly
Like a cigarette
Left behind are a few songs
I have flickered off
Like ashes
From the cigarette.

The poem addressed to the Sufi poet Waris Shah, author of the tragic saga of Heer and Ranjah, the Punjabi national epic:

Ajj Aakhan Waris Shah Nuu, Kiton Qabraan Wichon Bol,
Tey Ajj Kitaab-e-Ishq Da Koi Agla Warka Phol
Ikk Royi Sii Dhi Punjab Di, Tu Likh Likh Maarey Vain,
Ajj Lakhaan Dhiyan Rondiyan, Tenu Waris Shah Nuu Kain
Utth Dard Mandaan Diya Dardiya, Utth Tak Apna Punjab
Ajj Bailey Lashaan Bichiyan Tey Lahoo Di Bhari Chenab

Today, I call Waris Shah, "Speak from your grave"
And turn, today, the book of love’s next affectionate page
Once, a daughter of Punjab cried and you wrote a wailing saga
Today, a million daughters, cry to you, Waris Shah
Rise! O’ narrator of the grieving; rise! look at your Punjab
Today, fields are lined with corpses, and blood fills the Chenab

one of the best creations of Amrita Pritam

ki-jaana-main-kaun

Hum ne aaj ye duniya bechi,
Aur ek deen kharid ke laaye,
Baat kufr ki ki hai hum ne..

Ambar ki ek paak suraahi
badal ka ik jaam utha kar
Ghoont chandni pi hai hum ne
baat kufr ki ki hai humne..
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Meri aag mujhe mubarak,
Ki aaj suraj mere paas aaya,
Aur ek koyla maang kar us ne,
Apni aag sulgayi hai...
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Tinkon ki meri jhondpri(hut),
Koi aasan kahaan bichhaoon,
ki teri yaad ki chingaari,
Mehmaan ban kar aayi hai..
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Jaane khuda ki raaton ko kya hua,
Vo andhere mein daud-ti aur bhaagti
neend ka jugnu pakadne lagi...

Sunaar ne dil ki angoothi tarash di
Aur meri takdeer us mein
Dard ka moti jadne lagi..

Aur jab duniya ne sooli gaad di,
to har mansoor ki ankhein
Apna mukkaddar padne lagi..
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Sooraj to dwar par aa gaya,
lekin kisi kiran ne uth kar
us ka swagat nahi kiya..
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- Ek Mutthi Akshar..

Mein tainu pher milan gi (I will meet you yet again)

I will meet you yet again
How and where? I know not.
Perhaps I will become a
figment of your imagination
and maybe, spreading myself
in a mysterious line
on your canvas,
I will keep gazing at you.

Perhaps I will become a ray
of sunshine, to be
embraced by your colours.
I will paint myself on your canvas
I know not how and where –
but I will meet you for sure.

Maybe I will turn into a spring,
and rub the foaming
drops of water on your body,
and rest my coolness on
your burning chest.
I know nothing else
but that this life
will walk along with me.

When the body perishes,
all perishes;
but the threads of memory
are woven with enduring specks.
I will pick these particles,
weave the threads,
and I will meet you yet again.

—-Amrita Pritam.