Not ready to face the truth, Sach Ka Samna hits the nail

Reality show Sach Ka Samna (Face The Truth) hit the wrong notes last week when some MPs wanted it banned. “What crap,” I said.

Don’t think may people watched it till then, but many are talking about it - especially referring to how it is crossing the limits et all.

Actually it’s not about the show; it’s about the fact that not many of us are comfortable accepting and admitting to things that we do/have done/pretend that we do. I watched one episode where a gentleman called Allwyn D’Souza (sorry if I’ve got his name wrong) admitted that his 9-month old marriage was not all hunky-dory, his wife dictated the terms in their relationship and some other not so pleasant things about his life.

Somewhere I was asking all these questions to myself. Some of them did relate to my life as well, like - do you think you have chosen the right career, are you happy with your life etc. Am sure others spectators must be going through this introspection as well, where they can relate to questions being asked to the contestants. To my surprise (and embarrassment) the answer to many such questions was ‘No’ :(. I was disturbed. I don’t want to admit to few things in public. (Remember, I have a so-called public image to live up to). Am sure there are many like me. I won’t own up to certain things even if I was being rewarded handsomely. It can cause me my job/relationships/peace of mind/happiness – in short, everything.

Was I the only one offended with these questions?

No. A random survey in the office, Twitter, Orkut and Facebook helped me find many others like me :)

Many colleagues squirmed at the mention of Sach Ka Samna. One of them said, “I won’t bare my secrets even if the producers were to make me the king.” Another friend said, “I am ready to talk about anything relating to my life but it is related others (family/friends/exs) as well. It would be disturbing for them.” Clearly, he would stay away from any such experiments. One colleague giggled. Said, “Are you crazy. Why should I puncture holes in my boat when the sailing is so smooth? My past/ my opinions/ my aspirations are a part of my life. Can’t let anyone peep into it.”

Only two friends (Mishty and Avantika) agreed upon spilling the beans from their lives. May be they are too honest and brave to admit everything that they have done. As for me, I would quietly join the motley crowd where every one wears a mask, pretending to be honest while trying to hide the skeletons in our cupboards.

As for the show, I admit it’s not crap.

Chess Sandwich, anyone?

Hey, I spotted this spell error in Katra, via enroute to Vaishno Devi. A road-side eating joint had its menu written on the wall and …..wow these guys were selling CHESS SANDWICHES :)

Ok, I’m being nasty here. Actually these people wanted to say Cheese Sandwiches. These tid-bits make life little interesting. Don't they?

Michael Jackson dead. Miss you MJ :(

He was (and will remain) the King of Pop. Remember his moves, his jive… his break-dance. Not one of these new-gen pop-stars can match his charisma and charm. Everybody loved him, except may be MJ himself. The following video captures his infamous ‘transformation’.

May his soul rest in peace.


Michael Jackson's Transformation

A sneak peak into my workplace

Hi,

This is a little sneak-peak into how dumb-founded people can be at workplace. I came across this damsel who demanded to see the preview of all documents (like it happens for pictures – when you roll mouse over a picture, a preview blows up giving you a clearer view of the pic). Some of these documents were word docs and excels sheets. She wanted to see preview for those as well. :P :P

So, this little comic strip is dedicated to her.

Two more attacks on Indians in Australia

Sad. Another incident. It has been 14 days since this furore started and it doesn't seem to come to an end.

Detailed news story here.

Let's hope good sense prevails soon.

Indians attacked in Australia: Aren't Indians racist?

News websites are rife with reports of ‘racist’ attack on Indian students in Australia. All reports are condemning the attack. Needless to say it is sad and uncalled for. Many have termed these as ‘communal attacks’ blatantly, while others have played them down by classifying as ‘opportunistic crimes’.

Suddenly everyone is asking / inquiring about hate crimes (if at all they are so)? Why are only Indians being attacked? And so on. Some say Indians are 'gobbling' jobs from other countries. Indian BPO/KPO etc have caused business losses to many firms aboard. Similarly, NRIs take prime positions in firms abroad. As a result there's lot of resentment in the native population.

OK May be. But what about the Indians?

Aren't we communal? Don't we look down upon folks who come from Bangladesh and mop floors in India? In fact just months ago Maharashtra Navnirman Sena (MNS) thrashed a handful of 'north-Indian's because these folks were making a living in Mumbai (which is supposedly in west-India). Wasn’t that communal?

Don't we classify ourselves in niche categories as north-Indian, Gujjus, north-east Indians, south-Indians, Brahmins, Mallus, Punjabis, Paharis and whoever. In fact this sense of identity (or pseudo-identity) is prevalent even in the most civilized circles of society.

I've heard people often say with pride, “hum logo mein to aisa nahin hota hai". (This doesn’t happen in our society)

Usually it cascades in the following order - I >>Me >> north-Indian >> Hindu >> Brahmin

Have heard people boasting about their castes and creeds often. Then how are we different from the assailants? Or how are people/groups like MNS different from the goons?

Aren’t we racist? Then why just pin-point a handful of Australians? Why make a hue and cry of this situation when we fall in the same category?

Jack& Jill. Version 2009

Have written enough on life, laughter and love. This post is more serious and somber. Read through my poem and you will understand why life becomes stranger than fiction.

PS: This is my first attempt at poetry and I admit it’s very bland. Please bear through this and do let me know whatever comes to your mind after reading this. Here it goes:


Jack met Jill,
On top of a hill,
And then,
They both walked together.

Holding hands,
Through thick and thin,
They seemed to love each other.

Jack called her God,
Jill blushed a bit,
And there was love all over.

All things were good,
All things were fun,
They ate and drank together.

They danced,
They jived,
They partied all night,
And both looked good together.

This went fine,
Till both went back to their kins,
Who hated to see these two together.

Families got in between,
And created a rift,
Between Jack and Jill,
And both were left heart broken.

In the grief,
Jack hit Jill,
She was left bruised,
And ill forever.