Why people behave like this?

I don’t understand what is wrong with every one? Or is something wrong with me. Why I face such things in spite of helping everyone. Why everyone take advantage of people who co-operate with them and help them?
I am a person, who doesn’t get angry easily, and it takes something really huge a reason to make me angry but I do get offended and I feel bad when I feel I am wronged. But in the first place why should I be wronged? What have I done to get this?
The last day when I told someone to do a certain thing she replied that it cant be done. But I had advised from my experience. Then people charged me as to why I am telling them something like that. I had just tried to help their hard work. We had made a similar thing last week and we faced the same problem that’s why we had to take that certain step, I was referring to. Was my advice wrong, I don’t think so? But I dint understand why they spoke to me like that.
How one feels when someone constantly bugs you and commands you. I don’t think if anyone will like that idea. But it keeps going on. But why I don’t give it back to people. I should but I don’t like fighting. But I can’t take any misbehaviour, that’s one area where I don spare my family members then how can I take it from just another person.
And its not just me, I know two other people who get the same stuff as they don’t want to fight. I feel bad for them. But enough is enough, I think its time to give something back to people. But again I feel that will be a wrong deed from my side. But what can I do ?
I respect each and every person unless they do something really bad. And lately I am losing that respect for so many people. But thankfully the person whom I respect the most has not done anything for which I’ll lose respect for him. I dread the day if such a thing happens. He is one person who doesn’t take undue advantage from me, or anybody else. He is a person whom I can trust anytime and I know he can never go wrong. They don’t make such stable and respectable persons in bulk, I know. I wish He could make people like him. But then again he would be like just another person. Its good I have a person with me with rare combinations.

Relationship & cell phone

My dearest you,
Its long since I heard from you… Hope you in sound health…. (scratch, scratch, dump). The floor littered with folded papers, a soft blush on the face, a desire to communicate to the most important person of your life. 1000 kilometres away someone sitting in a similar set up tries to pen down his romance but unable to do it successfully, he too have similar scene on the floor. But is this scene familiar to us? I don’t think you have seen or experienced such a scene in your recent past, perhaps the only place will be films and serials (even they don’t show these anymore). But what was the scene? Two lovers, trying to express their love to each other.
The girl can’t concentrate in her physics class. She thinks why is the professor blabbering on frequencies. She keeps checking her wrist watch, 3:55 pm, five more minutes to go. But her frequencies are getting stronger as the ticking progresses. She feels like running back home and shutting herself up alone in her room and read her letter that her friend just gave her. After a long months wait her letter has come to her friends address but the white envelope with red and blue borders boldly screams her name, Ms Smita Sen. She runs back to her home and opens the letter to read in the privacy of her room.
Yes it is her letter, that special letter that comes once a month in the same colour bordered envelope bearing her name and the words air mail. Career and success has taken her love away from her in the far off city of London. And its only this one day in month that she gets to hear from him. She waits restlessly the whole month thinking when will her friend come and give her, a letter in a familiar envelop.
She blushes to read how beautiful she is, how wonderful she is and how this person loves her. She takes her pen and notepad out to write the reply, and starts with, my dear you, hope you are in sound heath.
These are some expressions which we don’t hear anymore these days. Do we? As far as my memory goes, at least not in the last 10 years. Today, we do not wait for a month for a letter, nor do we expect anyone to write pages. A similar Smita today doesn’t bother if her boyfriend is in London or New York. Coz she knows he is just a phone call away. He can contact her anytime and even text her. Its easy for her too using her small mobile phone only she has to pay 8 rupees a minute. That’s ok for her.
How have we changed with the technology? How dependent we are on mobile phones. And how a small little gadget has disintegrated a whole culture of letter writing? Today who sits with pen and paper? Who thinks of writing down two lines to their dear ones? Reaching everyone is so easy these days. But what about the poetry of love on paper which you can preserve forever. The whole culture has been removed. These days when do we send letters? We type all boring formal letters for official works only. Which I am sure no one will like to go through. The officials do so coz they need to probably be forced to.
I have tried writing a lot to my boyfriend, but still I resort to my Reliance free phone, coz I never find time and patience to write letters, and even to email. I am so dependent on my phone. These days no power only in Bangalore so I can’t charge my phone and without phone so many probs I need to face. Mom ant reach me I cant reach anyone, it seems I am alone in some far away island.

When life doesnt give you time to rest

I am so worked up with work these days. I am actually not getting any time for my self. Loads and loads of assignments have already piled up, then there is newsletter and Decibel CC, god know's what not. Its making me damm tired. I am trying blogging as a tress buster but I don’t know how far I’ll come as a help, but no prob in trying.
Whenever I come back I feel so tired that I feel like jumping in the arms of the soft wonder (my bed for the time being!). I long for the quilt to wrap me within and make me feel like on top of the world. A bed is like the moon for a tired person. When you are working the whole day and fighting to get an auto back home you feel like, let the world go to hell, your bed is your paradise.
For me, my cool blue bed sheet is like my personal spa where I get all heavenly treatments that too for free. I long for my soft mattress to massage my back, my pillow takes care of my head massaging, and the sweet fragrance of my room freshener, odonil makes the spa treatment so refreshing. But how can I forget my partner, my love of life (in BLR) in whose arms I lay my tired head, who loves me like a boyfriend, and takes my care like a mom when I am tired and listens to me when I am angry or sad, -my sweetest teddy, Mr Softy. He is the coolest masseur one might get. He is my best friend after someone who is always there to listen to me patiently.
When one gets an opportunity to have such a lavish treatment, who will wait to sit and bring out laptop and start your work. I don’t know what others do, I feel like diving in my bed. That’s what I have been doing recently. But I’ll tell you giving in to your temptations can pay off very badly. I somehow plan to finish off work the next day morning. But I fail to realise that I am the last person on earth whose gonna wake up early.
That’s why attendance, assignments everything is going down the drain. I don’t get time to have my breakfast, then run for autos which I never get, coz those idiots can only ask for more and make faces. Good for nothing jerks. I hate all of them. Whats gonna happen … no idea

DECIBEL CC

I wanna share this with all. For the first time ever Christ College, Bangalore is coming with a new innovative feature. Our own internet radio, DECIBEL CC- Loud & Clear. And we the department of MS Communication are its inventors as well as developers. Isn't that too good? We'll play independent band music, all genres (yeah please no death metal and Heavy metal sorts) and loads and loads of other programmes. I am so excited about it.

You'll get to hear, campus news, radio recipes, radio dramas, jokes, features, quiz, contests and many other cool stuffs. Thats not al, we'll also put up videos. Once a month we'll feature an independent band. Thats soo cool. All the bands get a chance to get showcased free. Thats such a great chance for them. We’ll showcase as many bands as we can.

Our team rocks. Our batch and the juniors are gelling well, and we are coming out with so many innovative ideas. I as usual am there in the creative team. But its also not possible for me to stay away from advertising and designing and editing. So I am there everywhere more or less.

We were working on the programmes and our first signature tune of "Campus Caling" was finalised today.... and it came out so well... thanks to Hari and our station director Ramy.. proud of you boys. Dont worry i'll also come into help shortly.

Prostitution a Social Vice

Prostitution as a profession is growing rapidly in India. According to The Human Rights Watch, there are approximately 15 million prostitutes in India. Alone West Bengal accounts for 26% of the total number of prostitutes in the whole country. Girls from villages are lured with jobs and tricked into the profession. Through the ages prostitutes have been shunned and reviled by society in general, and their punishments included stoning, whipping, branding, imprisonment, and death. Their clients, on the other hand, are rarely touched by the law.
Sonagachi, situated in north Kolkata is Asia’s largest red-light area. In a recent internship with a NGO, I was fortunate enough to visit the place and interact with the commercial sex workers. The population of CSWs in Sonagachi constitutes of Nepalese, Indians and Bangladeshis. Most of them in the age group of 16 – 25 are trafficked into prostitution by their family, relatives or boyfriends.
Depending on their looks these girls have different levels of income. The dark skinned, not so good looking ones earn as low as Rs 20 to Rs 30 per customer. While their fair skinned, young, good looking counterparts earn as high as Rs 2000 per client. But they need to pay a portion of their income to their malkins, or the brothel owners. The list doesn’t end here. Their husbands and the police both demand parts of their income.
I asked Dolly (name changed), barely in her 20s, why she joined the profession and if she was forced to join it. She narrated that she had got married according to her parents wish, but within a month her husband left her at Sonagachi so that she can earn money and he comes back every week to collect money from her and in case if she doesn’t wish to give him the money she has to undergo immense physical torture.
Pari (name changed) had another sad story. After her husband, a daily wage labour ran off with another woman, she joined a construction site as a labour with a pay of Rs.100 a day. But her job turned into pleasing the men working in the site, every day, starting from the lowest rung workers to the highest rung promoters. “It’s better to come here and earn the same amount from each customer than earning it from a group of men”, laments Pari.
Khushboo, a 23 year old from Nepal said, “My father sold me when I was 15 and since then I am working here.” Many young girls from Nepal are sold in these places by their own parents. And the sole reason is poverty. Their families unable to repay loans from moneylenders sell their daughters so that they can help the family financially.
Most of them are in this profession for food. A CSW who is a mother of two doesn’t know where to feed her children from. Her husband doesn’t want to work so she had to sell her body to feed her children. Many of the girls who come from areas near Bangladesh border said, their husbands and in-laws knew what they did but didn’t have any objection since they are the only earning members of the family. Their husbands are mostly lazy enough to work so they send their wives forcefully. Moreover, they are tortured if they show unwillingness to give money for their alcohol.
Along with these women their children also suffer as they grow in the same environment. Many sex workers have brought in their daughters along with them in the profession. But Nandini, a 25 year old has sent her two children in a posh boarding school, her children know that their mother works in the city but are unaware of her profession.
When West Bengal is opening its door to new economies, when the IT sector is booming why is the society so cruel to this unfortunate lot? People from all ranks of the society visit them. Starting from police, to politicians, businessmen to college students all take pleasure from them but still no one cares for them.

The planning thing bugs me!

Just like assignments every aspect of my life somehow suffers from lack of planning. The other day, when I was busy finishing my assignment back home (well this isn't home but its definitly my second home), I got a call from Prash asking if I would like to watch the movie 'Jane Tu ya Jane na'. And of course theres no to it from my side. They bunked the first hour, anyways that's the most boring one of the day (as ususal). Every one had rushed to PVR to catch the morning show. As ususal I was getting late and trying hard to make it y 10 . Just 5 mins away from Forum Ithought of calling up and asking her where I can meet them. And guess what no tickets!!! No tickets of a morning show on a Tuesday!! Thats absolute nonsense.

The mood for the day was down drain from that point. Still i tried to find out the schedules from the paper so that we can watch another show at another theatre. It was fun to act during the class and scan the paper fo the schedule. But everyone doesnt agree on the same thing at the same time. Why does something like that happen? If at all then why before watching a movie? So all the ideas were scrapped and we headed towards Forum again fro the afternoon show. And guess what no more tickets for the afternoon show too!!! That came as a bouncer to us.

The tickets for the afternon show were available in te morning and ideally we should have bought them that time only. But as usual we lack planning at the right place and in the time.

Instead what we did we begged for three tickets but no miracle took place. on top of that the guy behind the counter pissed us off with his boring announcement " one last ticket available for the 1 o'clock show for Jane Tu ya Jane Na". We cursed him like anything dont know why I felt like just banging his head on the glass partitions

In the mean time thought of hogging a bit before the long wait for the tickets. and the doghnut was yuks! Everything went against our wishes that day. We again waited for the tickets and kept on listening to the idiotic announcement which made us more mad and loose all sorts of pacience.

Nothing seemed to work out that day for me. The bus I took dropped me some two kilometers away from my stop and had to walk down the rest of the distance. I think you face such situations when Rahu Ketu (and their friend circle!!) do disco on top of your head.

WHEN WE LACK PLANNING

We often forget the importance of planning, and then we suffer from it. Yet we keep this planning thing aside, especially if it is an impulsive person like me. I'll tell you why I am trying to be so philosophical.

It has been at least a month that Karen had told me about this assignment but I waited for the last moment and I have no idea why. Last night I was trying hard to stay awake and finish it off but thanx to my worked up brain and eyes cudn't do what i should be doing. Lying on my small bed trying hard to go through the research booklet I was somehow feeling cosy enough. That's not what it should be when you are nearing your deadline. Thanx to my soft quilt I was nearing something else.

Soft sunshine spread across the bright blue sky, and the soft greens below me, I was lost somewhere. The soft orange, the cool blue, the bright green, all were with me. The blend of colours was mystical. Wrapped inside the soft blanket of the nature, I was enjoying the mystery. The cool and pleasant breeze was kissing my forehead and moving the locks away from my face, the feeling was so pleasant, so innocent and yet so relaxing. No mortal being around to disturb me, no one to bug with assignment and deadlines. Just when I was being pampered by the breeze, I heard a familiar sound at a distance. I tried hard to ignore the sound and blend with the soft fresh grass, but felt as if the sound was coming near me. I was still ignoring it and enjoying the nature’s spa like treatment. The sound came quite closer and I was forced to see where it was coming from. As soon as I opened my eyes I saw a blue extension file lying beside me, suddenly all the brightness of the nature went missing but the sound became louder, stronger, and closer. I searched in the darkness where my soft bed of grass went.. where did the colour vanish.. my hand touched a small flat thing.

5:30 AM, Wake up alarm, confirm, snooze, these four words flashed in front of my eyes and the terrible sound became louder. For two seconds I was left baffled, I tried to think hard what was that and where was I. After few seconds I realized that terrible sound was none other than my most prized material possession (at this moment), my new Samsung phone’s alarm tone. I couldn’t help but curse it that time, pressed one of the keys on the touch screen and closed my eyes hoping to get back where I was. But this time it was all dark and amidst the darkness was the same sound. I found my hand automatically crawling under my pillow and pressing something. I don’t remember how long I was doing this.

While fighting with the phone my fingers touched a bunch of crisp papers. And there was a sudden flash in my mind…. Assignment…. Oh shit……….my global media assignment is due. I gotta submit it today and I haven’t read it as yet……… I jumped and sat up… switched on my table lamp and checked the time…. It was already 7 and I was far away from my assignment.

This crash landing in the world of assignments made me realise what a cool place I was in, what a great dream it was. However I dint have much time for that and had to go through the 14 page article. And slowly I started cursing the picture perfect dream. Had I not been busy with the scenic perfection I would have been in better condition.

Somehow I was trying hard to finish off when Himanshu called up and asked me I was meeting him (we go to college together!) Not even a single word was typed and I already had crossed the deadline. Wow it’s so me I don’t know why I always keep things to be done at the last minute.

That’s why I say planning is so important. I should have completed the assignment at least a week back I had the material with me from day 1 still our IST (Indian Standard Time!!) has engulfed my life from all perspectives I guess. I gotta come out of it otherwise every time ill end up doin the same thing. But I know again it’s a philosophical idea and utopian in my case. I know ill be doing my further assignments on the last tick of the clock.

By the way theres a digital painting which is close to the great picture perfect dream ......