Tez Dhaar!!

Short lived happiness greeted me this monday morning... along with that faint race of hope that the 'happy feeling' may just last longer than anticipated. After all, it is the matter of freedom for someone.. someone i personally don't know and someone who lives in ignorance of my existence. Yet, along with the entire nation i follow his life's ups and down and pray that the down's get shortened and ups further heightened!
Why, i don't know.... there really is no connection. And in this particular case, i don't think i am being morally correct in supporting him. But what the hell! Who am i to judge his actions... i am just a starry eyed small town girl who likes to follow her heart. And so i am happy today that Mr.Dutt.. that our beloved Munnabhai... or perhaps Mr.Khalnayak for some is getting bail until he receives the judgement copy.
I don't intend to write a thesis here to vindicate my stand or justify my feelings... you are free to make your own opinions. but if u feel like i do.. then share this moment wid me and let us together hope that Sanju Baba gets out permanently asap. He has been in jail long enough, he has lost a lot in his life (it pains to even count all dat he has lost), he together wid few othrs in d film world have given us many hours of entertainment and his possessing a gun doesnt make him equal to the ones who had bigger roles in making the blasts happen and yet got away with 7 or 14yrs! how about the guilty ones dat simlpy died waiting for verdict to come out? Will they be sent to hell and will justice be done in their case? Lets not even talk about the actual conspirators who are free, enjoying the material pleasures of life as i writre this and probably conspiring another tragedy for us.
Here is my short real personal memory of Dutt- back in coll in pune, one fine day, we came to know that he was in town.. shooting for a movie. Didnt take me n an equally crazy fren much time to reach the venue of the shoot with two super cute and understanding escorts (men.. frens.. wid bikes.. n strength to push away d crowd... nice ppl who waited in the sun while me n d othr gal tried to get the superstar's attention)
But our patience was running out and the crowd gathered arnd wasnt really helping us two tiny, short girls in getting any closer to the superstar. Thats when we came up wid the most bizarre idea.. n till date i can't blv i did dat. Although i am glad that i did.
We conspired, made an ambush plan, decided how to tackle each layer of security and reach our target. (i am an army officer's daughter and at dat time was dating a football forward... So had enough guts and ideas in ma head to do this). Plus, the enthusiasm of my partner in crime just boosted my morale further.
So, off we went.. running like we were at Olympics racing for the gold medal.. turned and slided and jumped overobstacles.. slided and dived under a ring of guards and made it to our target! In front of 300spectators atleast... cheering or hooting... as it would be in any sport!
Once we reached our X-mark of the map... Our treasure found... faces gleaming wid pride and sense of accomplishment... this is what followed...
"Autograph Sir"....
"Really girls... not right... " (takes the paper n pen from us)
"we couldnt help it sir" (our eyes multi-tasking between drooling over his hot build n aged yet charismatic face and keeping a lookout at d army of security hurdling towards us)
"you are disturbing me at work. Not nice, is it? would you like it if i dusturbed you like dis?" (scribbles his name on the crumpled paper pieces)
"Anytime Sir! Not a problem" (Grin like idiots and thank him n turn to leave before we get sent to yerwada jail by the security for harassing the star)
And we re-entered the on-lookers... getting lost amongst them... happy n a little embarrased.. to our escorts who were amazed beyond imagination with eyes popping out and jaws wide open.

I don't even know whr dat piece of paper is now.. but d memory is etched foreva in my heart. Of all four of us.. Of all those othr losers who just spent d day simply trying to get a look of the Star... of the heat n d scorching sun... of Sanjay Dutt.. n d warmth in his eyes while he scolded us for doing wat we did...

I-Day's charm lost in Worries of Life???

had planned to write something yest.. something abt independence, patriotism, free spirits n stuff but guess wat? I worked like a jennyass d whole day (till 8pm) , trying to get few stories for my paper on a day whn the entire business fraternity in the country was shut.. right from stock markets to IT cos. Wat on earth were we supposed to print on independence day? n where on earth was my freedom to do wat i want on this national holiday? it wasnt until 10pm in d nite.. wen i sat down to listen to some 'love 4 ma country' songs and started to go through the papers at ma own sweet pace that i felt something stir inside me... d proud indian inside me dat got lost in everyday issues of work n home n family(this one islike once in a blue moon.. wen they decide to take up d ever entertaining topic of ma marriage!! ) n frens, woke up from its slumber. just 4 a lle while tho.. coz soon i was bk to d usual.. Dats life! can't escape it.. me and u.
I wonder how LMP would have celebrated this day? she defintely would have worn something in ticolor.. would have probably made it a point to wake up in d morn n sing d national anthem (ok, sorry preeti, for stealin this idea of yours!!.. n making it public. She would have written a touching blog 'dil se' yesterday itself. hmmm.... Instead of punching in some numbers regarrdin business of mobile advertisement, she would have written about some long lost freedom fighter fighting wid the ignorant govt for his 1000bucks monthly pension. Blah! Upon glanicing it, most people would have uttered.
Anyways, so happy independence day to all those who spent d day doing what they had to and all those who celebrated the way they wanted too. if ther is a third kind, lemme know pls. India Rules!!!