Hopes

I have always admired those who could get what they always wanted. I somehow fall for those who know how to make their dreams come true. Maybe because I have never been able to do the same. Everyday when I get up I think would be a better day than yesterday but I am always wrong. I might sound pessimistic but I think there is something wrong with me and my destiny. They just can't go together. No matter how hard I try I fall in the same pit again. Pit of failure.
But as they say where there is a will there is a way. I am still searching that way.
You guys must be thinking why the hell are we even reading all this. If you really think so, please log off.
From my past experiences of failure, I have learnt only one thing and that is HOPE.
This is not a motivation blog or something of the kind. Its just the experience. I belong to a family where nobody even knows the meaning of word 'creative'. My dad a government servant and mom a housewife brought me up with only one teaching that we are a middle class family. Be in your limits. Never think too big. I suppose this is the case with almost all the middle& lower middle class families.So, if anybody in family like mine tries to do something different he is either considered to be a fool or badly influenced.
You would find my writing way too simple than other blogs or write ups you read. I am a simple man. My girlfriend calls me boring and an introvert, to which I simply smirk.
Hope, is the word which keeps me going.
I was an athlete in my school days.
Annual Sports Week.It was my first long race. I got up at 3 that morning. Excited. At 4 I was practicing and warming up my body for the race. The race would start at 6. I started running.I was half way when all of a sudden my chest tightened up and I couldn't breath. Everything was dark. The next thing I remember was the tag on me. Disqualified. I was broken. I didn't let my tears come out as I didn't want me to look like a failure.
I never ran after that, I couldn't. I had a slip disk which I realised afterwards.
I accepted it and moved on. I never let it affect my confidence in myself although because of my physical illness I could never go back to sports but I do no regret it.
I had a hope that there is something much more interesting in store for me.
I came to Delhi with dreams of being a popular writer. I studied journalism, then advertising. But I guess all in vain.
To be continued....

ALOK

Money In Love

Money IN Love

A beautiful designer dress for your love= Rs.2500

A romantic candlelit dinner in a 5 star hotel = Rs. 5000

Spending a whole day with your beloved = no more Priceless.

Being in love is a great feeling but, an expensive one. The days have gone when your “girlfriend” was happy with a rose stick you gave her, times have changed drastically. The idea behind dating and love affair is no more a simple and sweet one, as you fail to give a present to your beloved and you face the consequences. Some people say money does not matter in relationships. But did anybody ask them who are they? They are dumped people.

Today, being in love means you have to cut out all your expenses and invest in the relationship. Just like your relationship with your bank. As long as you have cash, the bank is good with you and once you go empty, you are out. Talking of the expenses incurred when you step into a relationship, they are as follows – Mobile Bill, Gifts unlimited, going out every day, Fuel, you should be dressed up well, and million miscellaneous expenses you never remember. As they say, “Everything comes with a cost”, love is not for free as well, but these expenses seems nothing as long as you are loved, but you definitely weep when your girlfriend ask you to meet her and you are shallow, as its month’s end. Money cannot buy love, this is for sure, but it buys everything afterwards. With the changing world today, the technology is changing and the mindset is changing. Earlier there were no telephones so the major part of expenses were saved unlike today when a person in love pays more for his telephone bill than any businessman for his business calls.

The more you get, the more you greed. Love is an addiction and you are ready to pay any cost to get your love. Earlier the lovers used to meet after long time due to lack of facilities but now since even a child has a car, it has become an everyday routine to meet and meeting does not only mean meeting but more. Parents becoming misers day by day with the hiking price of everything, affects the love relationship of their children as well. Price hike is directly proportionate to the rate of break ups these days. It’s not that love relationship is entirely based on money and this is also not true that all the girlfriends are money minded but it’s just that you need money to sustain the relationship now failing to which brings differences in terms of communication and many others. Your male ego does not let the girl spend wherever it has to be spent and this lays the foundation of relationship built on currency. The relationship can only be sustained on mutual understanding and not only money. Although the rich bachelorhood is wealthy but being hooked is still priceless and forever unlike money which is inconsistent.

ALOK PAL

Dosti

karvaan hi to hai yeh zindagi...
kabhi yeh thikana to kabhi woh thikana...
har mod par milte hain log naye...
fir wohi hasi mazak,phir wohi dil lagana....
fir kuch derr baad hota hai jana,yehi to hai zindagi,iska nahi koi aabodana...
bahut yaad aayega yeh waqt jo sabke saath bitaya hai ,lekin majboor hai har koi,aakhir zindagi bhar saath kisne nibhaya hai.........
kabhi to inn yaadon ne gudgudi bankar bewaqt hasaya hai....
par kabhi inhi yaadon ne"yadein" bankar hamein bohot rulaya hai....

-आलोक

The other day

Hi people. Here's my first post on my blog. From past 2 hours I am thinking what to write, how to start. Then I thought why to think so much. I just have to write my heart out. So here I am, scribbling on this page whatever is coming to my mind.

First of all,introduction, I am Alok Pal, I am an advertising student, an artist, a writer and an aspiring film maker. Hailing from a conservative family is not a cakewalk for those who think different. I am one of those fortunate or maybe unfortunate people who come out of their social bondage and think of doing something which they want to rather than doing what their parents want them to do.

I am an introvert person. Don't talk much to others around. But that does not mean that I do not talk. I do, but to myself. Most of the people, in fact everybody is busy in their lives that they do not get time to talk to themselves. Talking to oneself is equally important that to communicate with the outer world.

People, these days depend on counselors to know themselves. I believe that answers to ones questions are within him only, so instead of seeking the answers from others, ask yourself. I do this and I do get the answers.My mom is a very religious person. She keep fasts, goes to temple and does so many things to please god. I do not consider this wrong, but I always ask her, do we really have to search god outside when he is within us all the time? Do we really have to keep fasts pleasing the God? Does he really get pleased by seeing his children in pain? God knows.

I am living in India from last 23 years but still I doubt that I know about India so well and confidently. I don't know whether I can commit something to a foreigner friend in India. I am still dicey about taking my female friends outside for a party or night out. I am afraid of crossing another community's colony alone. What if the riots happen.
So when I myself am not sure about what happens next in my country How can I make somebody else believe that my country is safe?

15 days back my friend suffering from jaundice,was coming out of her college when a car romped over her leg. The car stopped and a dude came out of the car and started laughing. When the girl complained she said " Main to tujhe sirf chedd raha tha" (" I was just teasing you") and went away.
The girl is still on bed.

The moment i heard this I felt like killing that animal who didn't even stop to help the poor hurt girl. But How many people will you fight. Are we suppose to fight for ourselves or the people in khaki uniform have to think over this?

What would you do if something of this kind happens in front of your eyes?

I conclude this post with this question. Please give your answers and suggest how we can punish that person non-violently.

ALOK