Mumbai hai Hamara, Hum hain SAHARA

I always had strong trust in the big business houses of India who have brought India out of misery to a new sunrise of 21st century. I still do remember listening the catch line of Sahara, Bharat hai Hamara Hum Hain Sahara, and feeling happy for it.
But watching the channel Sahara-Mumbai, for last few months, I can sense how distant my hometown is from Mumbai. Being a local channel of Mumbai, in my views, Sahara-Mumbai has lost its directions and responsibilities towards Indian interests. The strong criticism for North Indians I feel in the voice of the anchor, it distract me from feel of listening a responsible media. Its not only disparaging the contribution of North Indians in Indian growth story, but moreover it is dividing the sense of unity in Mumbai. It may be essential for the channel to reap this divide, also I dont know how much intended it is in betterment of Mumbai, All I know is deep down in HEART it hurts HARD.
I do strongly agree that a mass migration from other places does harm the employment opportunities of the local mass. But in words of Thomas Friedman that is what we call a "Flat World". A flannening that India reaped for its growth.
I dont disagree here that it might be my vengeance thats coming out in this article and it may be baseless in the reader's view.
But, being in a profession like mine one doesn't have many places to work in India. With a flatter world, probably its a call for me to move out of Mumbai and probably India.

Let me search for some other world. Mumbai! Wish u a long life .

Holi..... Ho Li

It was a holi today. A well known Hindu festival. Festival of colors, joys, vibrations, emotions, vibrating emotions, energy, music and many more to enlist. A festival to revive old relations which have lost their shines over time.
But the life is same for him sitting in his balcony of his Painthouse - in one of the costliest human habitat of this city. Except that today he has to face a louder music coming from the ground. It is a holiday, a free day after so many tiring years. Looking back he never finds himself in rest since the day he started his business.

A sudden change in music brings him back into present. A loud and blunt music had always turned him down. But an alternating screams of children playing together had kept him from complaining. From the top, he couldn't look into the glittering eyes of those children but he could easily feel the enrgy in their spines.
He collects the past days of his own. From a small town he was, where a festival like this counts a big social call. He can never forget his old golden moments of joy during festival time, those days-free of responsibilities. Today he would have loved to be undergrown.
There is a change in song. The song is lighter this time. Probably some old holi song from 70s. The movement is slowed down as well. People might have gone tired of dancing and fun. A sunny day it is. It would have been a fun to get drenched in water and colors today.

He had taken a long path in life. From a small tinsel-town boy to a high profile businessman in Mumbai. He has taken a big leap in a single lifetime. A black Rolls-Royce in his parking lot shines over all the counterpart vehicle. His single decision can change the fate of so many people thriving on a business run by him.
But behind his black gogles in deep wet eyes, he knows wat he has lost in this glittering city. Somethin' that counts and something that doesn't.........
He closes the windows of his balcony. The music fades away. And he slips back into a black leather couch. There is some weather forecast on television. "There may be some rain today in Mumbai". But he is safe in his Penthouse. Safe of being drenched in water........

My Tributes to Movie "Jodha-Akbar"

Today, watching the movie "Jodha-Akbar" was a complete Paisa vasool for me. Though the movie didn't interest me much and emotional scene made me take a back seat. But it has compelled me to peep into my country's history. Some of the scene were so dramatic and unreal, it made me look back into my history books to verify them. Though a commercial movie can't be a trustworthy source of history, at least it encourages us to attach ourselves with the past. The director didn't leave a stone unturned to glorify Akbar. But reading through the history book, I would rather appreciate the growth profile of Hemu (the guy defeated by Akbar in Panipat). Though he is picturised as an evil, he was an able administrator. And the way he made his path from a common petite vendor to the throne is a legendary growth story. Now I realise sometimes the reality can be more dramatic than the drama itself. In the end, being honest I need to add that- the picturization was real grander and a milestone has been crossed in picturisation in Bollywood.