Why BoBus of India cannot perform..

These are my personal views nothing is related to my official capacity...

Red Fort witnessed some confidence in the Babus capability  this Independence day. I wonder if it was to motivate or actually India is naive...

Expecting performance from a system which is designed to anchor the ship boarded by once maybe bright but subsequently egoistic, focused to their aspirations and lifestyle and dull lot, does not qualify any other description.Solving issues are beyond such lot, there is neither capability nor the intent to do so (in most of them). Most of them are at loss for "What to do?" , standard response is turn to "Experts" and "Consultants". Unfortunately, most of  the bureaucracy and almost all of those "so called intellectuals" and experts out side the system are either sucking the system or looking for an opportunity to do so. 

Why BaBus are dull: The glamour with the services, unfortunately attract the pests more than the bee. The entrance exam does not tests the capability to handle public policy issues nor the ethics quotient of the candidate. Intellect is narrowly defined in retention and computation capability. The dedication to serve the nation is not  under consideration at all. Most of the successful candidates aspires and dream of the power,connections and life style of rich and powerful.

Once on the ladder, the road up is narrow and jammed. It has no room for any new idea or motivated person to do anything. The over motivated are of two kinds genuine and corrupt. Genuine guys are always motivated but seldom successful but what ever they accomplish is for the betterment of the nation, latter lot is both motivated and successful but the out comes are mostly meaningless and superficial.... to be continued

Parents Please love your child

Child abuse is so rampant in our society, specially when parents selfishly for their convenience hand them over to potential predators called maids, van wala uncle and relatives. Ironically, these parents would under no circumstance handover the keys of their lockers to the above guys.Convenience, is so prime that they will justify to no end. If you have no means to give due care(saving from sexual molestation is as basic as food) then they have no right to bring poor souls to this world.Children are living creatures not property and belonging that you may weight convenience and extent of care vis a vis your comfort.When Ostrich closes its eye to a lion it exposes itself to danger, whereas these ostriches close their eyes coz they are not the one to be eaten.The alternate cost of taking care is what they are not ready to pay.

Invitation to my solo Painting exhibition

I, Nidhi Tripathy, invites your cordial presence at my solo painting exhibition...

Random Thoughts

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Chemould Art gallery

Queen's Mansion,12F Park Street

Kolkata-700016

Exhibit runs: 9 April 2011 to 13 April 2011

Art gallery hours:2pm to 7pm

My early canvases were my classwork and homework notebooks,exhibition hall: principals office.The elaborate work in primary classes (with the patience and perseverance of my teachers) shrunk to the last pages scribbles and margin decorations, but it compelled my teachers to allow me to bunk boring classes and go on excursions called inter school competition.One prize which I still remember is the Nehru Bal Samiti, which perhaps is lying around somewhere but the fate of most others,have been similar to a lost file, under any sarkari babu's desk. But one thing which the babu couldn't sit on, was the passion to paint.Neither the formal economics nor legal education could decay the fascination with colours.The civil services exam (UPSC) did manage to keep my brushes away from my reach for couple of years, but the job fueled the craving and the etch in the fingers.Most of my works are spontaneous,without any rough sketches or planning.I pick up my palate only when words fail me.I try to translate the thoughts of the subconscious on the canvas and ease my pain of being gagged but it would be the first time that I will know, if they communicate to others.Most of the time I found myself picking up oil paints,perhaps because the oil paints need no medium.It can be independently used on the canvas,direct from the tube, the feeling of freedom and independence is intoxicating.The feel of the paint on the canvas is so smooth and engulfing that the canvas losses it's identity under the opaque coverage,a very comfortable vent for my otherwise gagged expressions.

Raat yun teri dil mein...

Raat yun dil mein teri.. khoi hoi yaad aayi,
jaase virane main chupke se bahar aajaaye,
jaase sehra mein hoole se chale baadenaseen,
jaase bimaar ko behvajaah karrar aa jaye.....faiz

ultimate poetry... 4 lines summarizes every thing one feels when one feel anything for someone..20 years ago when I first heard these lines in a pak TV play dhoop kinare.. the same words had very different effect on me when I hear it today.. strangely tears rolled down and a big hole in the heart gapes larger for what and why I am unable to understand..Life in dynamic and everything changes, the meanings, place, context and people.The lines invokes pain today. Perhaps 'cause when today I close my eyes there is no yaad ... just a big blankspace.. no bahaar walks in .. no umeed tooo. the veeraana gapes and expands... sehra gulps baadenaseen.. and bimaar perhaps is on the death bed. 20 years ago there was a hope, a sketch and a frame which I thought time will fill in... the bahaar will engulf the veerana from all sides...

Marina khan....and faiz

After almost 22 or more years I saw marina khan on you tube. Marina khan is not just an actress in ptv but symbolizes everything pleasant and romantic in life. I remember in my school days, despite being in India and with limited access of media, hardly anyone in my generation had missed dhoop kinare and tanhainyaan.. for many years, when ever I got depressed and wanted to feel young again I watch her plays.She has kind of become part of me.. Seeing her after such a long break on youtube interviews.. aged but still the same was so thrilling as if one lost part has become alive again.. a constant spring of zeal and happiness and she successfully transmits that to others combined with faiz raat yun teri... is just inexplicable..may god bless her

Living other's life, sharing their happiness

I moved through the wilderness of life, mostly desert and entered a virtual world by accident called facebook and landed in oasis.I met people who once traveled with me 20 years ago and most of them were living on the land on the other side of the river, lush green. peeping in their lives, gave me a very pleasant motivation and happiness within, as if I am living all those lives one by one through the pictures they posted. Best part was...one need not say hi to any of them and thanks to the bad programing most of the time the passer by like me goes unnoticed, but, in return I blessed and wished them real well from the bottom of my heart. Today I realize what narcotics must be doing.. a false life and a lovely high. But I realize that I am not the only one, perhaps the only one to admit though.Else the games like farmvilles would not have been such a success..

The Limca add...sharatein hain...

Have you seen the latest add of limca... fortunately I did..

For a long time now,I have been believing that nothing in this world can excite or make that dead spring of happiness sprung again, no romance in life left,with a battered body and even more battered soul and spirit, the possibility was not only remote but far from possible. but fortunately, I saw the limca add..

The add had a very pleasingly mysterious effect on me.. it invoked a delhi colony nostalgia. Pushed the cork off the fountain of thrill, excitement and pure romantic happiness in me. With every splash of limca .. bursting clothes, the door and finally the bike.. stirred a new cocktail of feelings.Simple happiness and simply inexplicable.The door and the roof had the smell of that sondhi mitti of my childhood house,the door was so familiar, the gates of the house so welcoming and the houses so homely, I feel like living in them.The mosaic, the guy falls on, reminds me of the childhood mosaic I used to play ikal dukal at home with my friends. And the romance between the couple and happiness they share in their eyes.. the love in every splash are the adolescent bubbles of future expectations...... strange how some bubbles of one 20 rupees drink can splash childhood and adolescence romance in me, making me feel 16 again..yeh sharatein hain..