Hi .. I will continue with my visit to Gurukul in my subsequent blogs.. but let me tell you today something about Freedom... Okay, Who am I to tell abt it? Am I a national leader or even a street leader?? Oh..God .. No !!! .. I am not..and I am happy for that...
In each and every organisation as soon as Independence day comes.. there will be notices hanging around in the hall ways.. "What's Freedom to you ? Tell us using an essay/photos .... blah.. Essay shud only be written in A4 sheets.. Photos shud be clean and neat and blah..
Okay.. Freedom to me is to write my essay in any screwed up paper I want.. I will write it in my passport or in the toilet paper If I like to.. That's freedom to me.. And the photo. I will put up a torn , scrappy one.. Its my wish and Its my freedom.. anyways.. Let me explain what I feel freedom means... It really differs from person to person and age to age...
Lets say .. An infant .. He wants to catch what ever he sees and taste it while mothers(they often take care of their babies these days)/care takers stop them from doing.. for them.. thats abstruction of their freedom..
A 5 year kid..just started his schooling..Do not want to go to school and sit , listening to god-for saken lessons that their boring ever teachers teach..He wants to run around the street.. fall down.hide it from his parents.. this is his thought of freedom..
I was in my 5th class when I was sent to hostel ... I never felt I would miss my home and parents that much until My dad waved his hand from far... leaving me in the hostel...I started running towards my dad .. crying.. shouting..Dad.. I dont wanna be here..let me come with u.. please.. I felt a strong hand pulling me in to the hostel and asking my dad to leave and he will take care of me.. I felt I was not given what I want.. I really wanted to be with my parents..but.. Freedom to me those days is to get out of that hostel and go back to my mom..
Look at a 10th class kid.. The youngest weight lifters of our country come from the 10th class students of a highly reputed high school.. They get up 5 in the morning( I wish I wasn't there) and go to tutions..come bac ..go to school and what not to get the marks on the paper.. Those kids need some entertainment,, they are not allowed to go to a movie or a get together of the family.. That's freedom to them.. They are denied of it.
I was in my early teens.. Those were the days I was in my most crucial period of my life " 2 years to JEE".. Oh..God .. We had a Co-Education college.. but boys are not supposed interact with girls or vice-versa.. Only interaction was like this... Boys-> Boys Warden ----------> Girls Warden -> Girls...
As I mentioned It was an age when every person is attracted to his/her opposite sex and there we are.. with a wall between us and we cannot even talk.. Further..being a residential campus.we used to think..once if these rules are removed..How nice that would be...That's freedom for us those days...
Now I am a graduate in making ... Now I can talk to anyone I want.. I can bunk classes.. I can go to movies.. I can do anything I want.. except I shud be careful about the boy friends/brothers/parents of the Girls I talk.. Careful about the eye sight due to excess movie watching ... careful about 75% attendance... For me freedom is .................... I dont know.. I wish I knew it when I was a kid.. When I was sent to hostel.. When I was in residential campus.. NOW.. But we always realise it when we leave that phase of the life ..that we needed something then..we were not self-contended then,,,but donno why.. Its how the life works.. if you have somethings.. there will always be some others u wish u had..and others u dont know but U wish U had...
Freedom is not simple.. Freedom is not to be taken for granted. Freedom lies within .. deep in our hearts.. Freedom is a state of mind.. state of heart.. and what not..
Have a Great Indepence day................ Everyday......
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Visit to Sivananda Gurukul...
Hey guys .. after many days ... huh???
Yeah..been busy with relocation from bangalore to chennai and oof... You know how tiring these starting of new semesters will be.. anyways.. today we shall go sligh in to mood of social concern .....
As the Bright Big letters above already suggest you that I am gonna tell you about my visit to a gurukul .. basically it was a multi-faceted ashram with orphange , oldage home, vocational training centre and what not !!
I started at around 9 from my room and damn with these insti buses (they went to cost cutting and decreased the frequency ) I caught one @10 , time the other members of our team visiting fixed up to meet @tambaram(a station in chennai). Came out of IITM and caught an auto to guindy and when i got down at guindy there was a big queue for the local train... I never seen such a long queue in any other local stations. I stood in the line and thought what if I was a MLA with people around me .. I could have taken the tickets trespassing all these junta. " Idiot ... dont have manners" in tamil brought me back to real life and these words are from a elderly woman infront of me who was annoyed by me looking at her (actually I was not, I was having my MLA day dream). I apologised in little tamil I know and I am sure she dint care. Looks like she wanted someone to pour her anger on her husband on to... and I was there .... What a idiotic dream I thought.. If I was an MLA.. I would have taken a car.. am I not??
My team mate called me 3 times before I reached the tambaram station, why would not she ? I have kept them waiting for 1 hour. Finally I reached and since we were new to one another, we resorted to a way of dress recognition . She found me very fast, Yeah..she is a data analyst. I had no worries recognising her, Thanks to Orkut. There were one more team mate of us.. looking like she was thinking...."Okay, So he is the jerk kept us waiting..." I get lot of these :) We introduced one another and after half an hour we are in front of the Ashram.
Its very funny how sometimes very un noticed people becomes ultimately powerful.. We saw the asram gates closed and after peeking inside I found a watch man , a typical big bellyed , elderly person.. looking at us like we are accused in his court of law. We asked to open the gate.. he said "adakjdakld" thats what we cud hear. and my little tamil was in no position to talk to this guy.. I have my team mates and they shud not think I am a useless guy...I stood there just waiting for his re action and wished it would be fast..... He said again "adadfnakfnka" ... Then out of his talk .. I got a word that I know ... "donation" ... I said donation back to him again for some n times with my head nodding in a funny way.. He let me in.. Wow.. I felt I cleared the JEE again..
Will complete this in the next blog.. Its time to Lunch .. Bye u guys...
Yeah..been busy with relocation from bangalore to chennai and oof... You know how tiring these starting of new semesters will be.. anyways.. today we shall go sligh in to mood of social concern .....
As the Bright Big letters above already suggest you that I am gonna tell you about my visit to a gurukul .. basically it was a multi-faceted ashram with orphange , oldage home, vocational training centre and what not !!
I started at around 9 from my room and damn with these insti buses (they went to cost cutting and decreased the frequency ) I caught one @10 , time the other members of our team visiting fixed up to meet @tambaram(a station in chennai). Came out of IITM and caught an auto to guindy and when i got down at guindy there was a big queue for the local train... I never seen such a long queue in any other local stations. I stood in the line and thought what if I was a MLA with people around me .. I could have taken the tickets trespassing all these junta. " Idiot ... dont have manners" in tamil brought me back to real life and these words are from a elderly woman infront of me who was annoyed by me looking at her (actually I was not, I was having my MLA day dream). I apologised in little tamil I know and I am sure she dint care. Looks like she wanted someone to pour her anger on her husband on to... and I was there .... What a idiotic dream I thought.. If I was an MLA.. I would have taken a car.. am I not??
My team mate called me 3 times before I reached the tambaram station, why would not she ? I have kept them waiting for 1 hour. Finally I reached and since we were new to one another, we resorted to a way of dress recognition . She found me very fast, Yeah..she is a data analyst. I had no worries recognising her, Thanks to Orkut. There were one more team mate of us.. looking like she was thinking...."Okay, So he is the jerk kept us waiting..." I get lot of these :) We introduced one another and after half an hour we are in front of the Ashram.
Its very funny how sometimes very un noticed people becomes ultimately powerful.. We saw the asram gates closed and after peeking inside I found a watch man , a typical big bellyed , elderly person.. looking at us like we are accused in his court of law. We asked to open the gate.. he said "adakjdakld" thats what we cud hear. and my little tamil was in no position to talk to this guy.. I have my team mates and they shud not think I am a useless guy...I stood there just waiting for his re action and wished it would be fast..... He said again "adadfnakfnka" ... Then out of his talk .. I got a word that I know ... "donation" ... I said donation back to him again for some n times with my head nodding in a funny way.. He let me in.. Wow.. I felt I cleared the JEE again..
Will complete this in the next blog.. Its time to Lunch .. Bye u guys...
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