STANDING AT THE END OF THE SHORE...

At last the day has arrived. It was almost before a month that I declared that I am going to resign from the present job. And the usual sentences – Now I’ve just few days – started. And now I’ve few hours in this college when I am writing this blog. After one hour I’ll be a past for the college – Shree P. M. Patel Institute of Bio-Sciences, Anand.

I still remember almost all the day after I came here as a lecturer. It is true that this institute has given me the credit of a lecturer. At this point, I would like to admit something, which I could never speak in the time span of two years. I, in the beginning, enjoyed being lecturer in a college. Though, I had not many bad experiences or more good experience, I was not comfortable being here. There was a kind of unsaid bondage, which keeps you ruining day by day. That the burden of unproductive works. I was assigned to do the works like dogs. First few days were like heaven but just after I got my first salary, the problem started. I have a long list of bad experiences, which would take much time and also space. So I would like to avoid my bad experiences.

Tough I had so many bad experiences; I would remember this college for some reason. I don’t why but I had never considered money the most important thing in life. It was always the secondary thing for me. I had not the handsome salary, which one dream of, but I had the salary by which could enjoy and cope with my expenses. The staff I had in college in both years was typical, as I was informed about “The Typical Staff Members” in the world. Yet, they had their unique way of behaving. They were friendly. Playing games in the staff room is a bit awkward thing for staff room, which we did many a time, partying for no reason, enjoying every festival with the same zeal was the striking feature of my staff room. I learnt a lot from my staff members. I am thankful to them as they guided me in many ways. I’ll miss them, wherever I go.

My first batch – the batch of F. Y. B. Sc. of 2008-09 was my first batch. Each and every students of that batch has a separate space in my heart. I can never forget them. I may not remember their names, but I’ll never forget them. Whether they were my counseling students or not they came with some of their problems to me. The time of rehearsals was the memorable period. Practicing with them for the performance for the annual day brings out many fruitful things as well as it says how they respect you. In both years, the time of rehearsals was unforgettable whether it was youth festival or annual day, whether it was for singing, dance or song parody. They sometimes fight, sometimes get angry with me, sometimes don’t follow the instructions properly, yet they were students with desire to do something. I still remember a sentence spoken by a student – YOU ALWAYS HAVE SOLUTION OF MY EVERY PROBLEMS. Sorry students I can’t be with you during the time of your practical examinations. All the best for the examination. I know you do your best in the examination. I wish you the bright future.

I’ll miss this surrounding – these students, these staff members, the chair, peons, and many more things. I am free now. Waiting for the last hour’s end…see you soon…good bye for now…All The Best… JIVAN CHALNE KA NAAM CHALTE RAHO SUBAH - SHAAM...

...THE RANCHO OF OUR GROUP...

Hi friends...sorry for the last post...as it was directly from the heart and i was carried away by emotions...doesn't really matter...but this post is dedicated to a person...yes the RANCHO of our group according to me...and i hope Rushabh, Bunty, Aakash and Pappu will agree with me...he is Rushi...

i was in F.Y. when i met him for the first time...then he shifted to our hostel and we were in a same hostel for next five years...(Graduation=3 + Post Graduation=2 = 5)...in these five years...we fought,we played games,we studied,we shared our secrets...all mischievous things looked always easy to do as we were in group...

i always liked to watch horror movies but after that in the night i would be afraid to sleep alone in the night,Rushi was the person and till today he might only knowing this fact that he used to tell me that, "don't worry hold my hand, everything will be fine." and it used to work i don;t know how,but it always worked for me...

though in the first meeting of Rushi, he may seem a little rude as he scolded a neighbour(he was in the next room,and we were just knowing each other), when he asked for just a match box...at that time his mood was not good...i still remember (not the exact date) when he slapped me as i was smoking...in S.Y. i performed one drama where i had to smoke and as other friends were forcing me to show them how do i smoke in drama,i kept my cigarette on lips and immediately he slapped saying, "did your father expecting this from you after sending here to study???"(tara baapa a tane atla mate bhanva moklyo chhe???)as he was a bit healthier i could not say anything, in fact bunty said something to him on that...i never minded that thing...

it was in T.Y, when we were having the feeling that we would be departed and it would be the end of friendship,but no we started P.G. and staying in same hostel and a room...he gave me the shoulder after my first brake up and he used to stay with me as he was knowing my condition that i would take any steps...thank god and thanks to Rushi...that i am here today...yes he himself went out and brought a packet of cigarette for me...

he was also good in studies...(but that is not the point at present...)we are still friends...he is now practically very far from here but through internet, we can talk sometimes...sometimes Rushabh sends my messages to him and his messages to me...the question would arise, what is the reason i am writing a blog about my friend??? the reason is he is married now...yes this is the reason...

while talking at the middle of the time, once i had promised him that, "i would come to sign from your side if you would get married officially in court..." i could not be with him and could not keep my promise...he was the rancho of our group and he is still...congrats Rushi for your future life...congrats to you...

KHULI NAZAR HYA KHEL DIKHEGA DUNIYA KA...BANDH AANKH SE DEKH TAMASHA DUNIYA KA...

A very mediocre film of 70s has a realistic song in it...

"Khuli Nazar Kya khel dikhega duniya ka...Bandh Aankh se dekh tamasha duniya ka..."

the name of the film is - Parvarish (featuring Amitabh Bachchan and Vinod Khanna)
the song is filmed in boat where Amitabh the elder brother of Viond Khanna is keeping an eagle eye on him to catch him...but the wordings of the very song describes so many things beyond the happenings shown in the song...

according to me, if you want to live happily in this world, you have to be blind (it means you should close your eyes) do your work silently...otherwise you'll be crushed by a giant elephant...suppose at the middle of the night a terrorist come to a middle class family, where always a person is earning and many to survive.what would be the condition of the head of the family? will he call police?no, definitely not.he'll have to think about the family...he actually cant because of the fear...who trusts police?

it is not so that only they are at the fault...it is because we allow them that's why they rule over us...a lecturer is discontinuing with the job and for that he/she has to pay some month's salary to the trust as they gave chance to the employee before some years...and what would the employee do???as the trust has more power in all the aspects,he would give the asked amount to save his future...and it would go on...and to be so called happy in this world, "you have to close your eyes." and see the world...

simply be the fool and try to understand the ill deeds of it...just few days back, i happened to see the add films of lead india...i was so inspired by that...and determined that i would definitely do something for the nation...but if i put myself at the same place of the employee, i would also do the same...would give silently the asked amount...we dream of being Amitabh of Dewaar, where he deny to give money and fight, but in reality we cant.i can at least promise that i will always be true to myself and to others for the betterment of the nation...

i would try not to be blind to see just the "TAMASHA" of this world. nor i would be Amitabh..but i would devote whatever i can...it is my promise to myself... just wanted to share with you...what is your promise to yourself???try to do at least one thing for our nation...

we all are yelling - Save tigers...

please FIRST SAVE MY NATION...OUR NATION...

SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST - "THAT'S MY TITLE"

The title of my first blog was - "Why I started blog?" and left it without answering. simply because i didn't know at that time what to do next. if Pinter had read that title and found the rest of the page blank, he would have interpret it in a different way- but NO. It was not a deliberately put "inter pause", which shows(sometimes) the emptiness of life. but just before few minutes i was thinking, why I started blogging? and could find some answers.

i started to blog keeping in mind that i would share my ideas with the people around the world, forgetting that why a person sitting in north Africa would read my blog and change his life. and id he does so...am i going to know that thing? NO...yes friends---NO...It shows the basic nature of human being. "Survival"...

Before one and half decade, when i was in school, there was a trend, if you were unaware about video games then you would be consider as an illiterate person. i cried a lot for video game and i got that. i did that to survive in that world. it was followed by cycle, scooter, motorcycle, etc...

in the days of graduation, i found many of my Friends having cell phones with them and the same feeling of survival struck to my mind. i demanded it. and almost every new models of them. "The theory of survival is applied here also." the theory of existence - i should have knowledge of computers and every new inventions. and it brought bike and laptop in my life.

in college, we studied a play written by Christopher Marlow - "Dr. Faustus". in the play Dr. Faustus is depicted as a highly knowledgeable person yet he craves for more knowledge and finally, the thirst of knowledge brings his death with a lot of pain.

where is the root of all these thirst???when this thirst is going to end???
what would our children crave for???who would be consider illiterate at that time???
perhaps we...as we have given them the gift of virtual world...how would they get experience of real world???the origin is still hidden in the fruit of knowledge and that's why i started blogging. To survive...

...KON KAHE IS OR TU OHIR AYE NA AYE...

Read Sunday Life of 14th March, 2010, specially about the unforgettable roles and characters of Hindi film industry. it talks about the story behind almost all legendary happenings of the industry. the famous line that we always use among our friend that "No Thank you and No Sorry in Friendship." is actually a line spoken by an actress who is not much talked, Bhagyashree in a famous film "Maine Pyar Kiya." but never bothered to think about that but ask those who were in college at that time (in 1989, possibly their sons and daughters would be studying college and they would be speaking these lines also.

"Mere Paas Maa Hai" no need to explain the line is from the Bhagwad Gita Of Hindi film industry (Dewaar, featuring Amitabh and Shashi Kapoor. The only line which could show the importance of other then Amitabh on screen in that era and remembered till date.

"Basanti" - Talking about her character in Sholay, Hema Malini said that though her character in Sita or Gita were of much importance, Basanti is still remembered today.

others characters were also there with other story like Mogambo of Mr. India, the line by Prem Chopra - "Prem Naam Hai Mera, Prem Chopra." in Raj Kapoor's "Bobby" introducing Rishi Kapoor and Dimple Kapadia. Shammi Kapoor in the song "Yahoo"

the songs and the incidents are the things which we do remember life time. deep thinking of the article forced me to think that the things we do by heart always become the land mark. they have never mentioned but i think and can say that they might have done all these things by that heart.

a line of a song - "Apni Kahani Chhod Jaa, Kuch to Nishani Chhod Jaa, Kon Kahe Is Or Tu Phir Aye Na Aye." (Do Bigha Zamin)says clearly that you are not immortal, so do something that can make people remember you after your death. this line would be there in the mind of all these people, while doing all these things.

a child does not know Who Amrish Puri, but do remember Mogambo. Not Amjad Khan but Gabbar. and we do remember them after their death.

lets try to do something that can be remembered after our death. at least a thing by heart.

APNI KAHANI CHHOD JAA, KUCH TO NISHANI JAA, KON KAHE IS OR TU OHIR AYE NA AYE...

MY FIRST, SECOND AND THIRD ENCOUNTER WITH N.I.D., AHMEDABAD.

It was almost six years back when Atanusir called me to H. M. Patel Institute and said that we are going to NID to perform our drama. I thought, at that time, that NID is National Institute of Dramatics, which was a misconception at that time. Actually NID is National Institute of Designing. And they had course in which they had to study Dramatics. But it was really a nice experience. It was for the first time when I did not attend musical evening of my college though I was the cultural secretary, and it was my event. I went at NID for the performance of Zuku Zuku Aa Gilare Gaadi, one act which won the third prize at national level competition in the same year. I was excited about the performance over there. After we gave our performance, a group of four girls, they were extremely beautiful that I’d never dreamed about, and two boys, sorry but I did not observed them, and started discussing about my character. And others were around other characters. As soon as we crossed the non-smoking zone, one of the girls, who was around me, took out a packet of a cigarette, I don’t remember the brand now, and offered me as, she might have observed me keenly, I had to smoke in that drama. I didn’t on that day but I did the action. I was shocked as she was the first girl I had seen smoking. And she was shocked that I was smoking in drama and not actually. The reason they were talking with me about my character was that they were given an assignment to make our costumes according to our characters. When we reached for lunch, I saw around, where most of the students were foreigners and I realized the value of the institute. It was for the first time that I was talking with few persons originally outsiders of India. Somewhere back to my mind I thought of being a student of the institute but I knew that was not possible for me. So, I changed my mind and thought of being a lecturer there. But then again I came to know that all the courses which were running there have drawing background. I consol my heart saying: it is good to perform at such a nice place. And came back with a nice experience of performance, campus, people, food, etc… I captured all those things in my mind knowing that I would never come here again.
Cut to 2008, March. I was in B.Ed. at H. M. Patel Institute. Atanusir called me (this time I was having my own cell phone and the same number which was gifted by my parents on winning the prize at national level in that drama.) and said that we are going to NID to perform Dahan, one act play in which I was playing two roles simultaneously and both were the important roles of villain. It didn’t win any prize at any level but the beautiful thing about that drama was that Atanusir had directed this drama directly after Zuku Zuku Aa Gilare Gaadi. And I was the part of both the dramas. This time I was excited, but with experience as I had visited the institute before. And all others were unaware about the glory of the institute. Some changes were there in the institute but it was the same. The students were different but the nature of the students was the same as it was before. Girls were as freely smoking as they were earlier. We performed Dahan and Kalpkuwo this time, which were appreciated by all. As I’d told all that as soon as we’d finish our drama, the students of NID will approach us and will start asking about our characters. But I was disappointed this time as none of them approached us, simply because sir forgot to give them assignment this time. But never mind it was the second meeting and I enjoyed being there for the second time among them. And also happy that two of sir’s drama were performed there and I was in both of them. We had lunch and came back to V. V. Nagar in time. Though I thought first time that I would never get chance to come here again, I came for the second time. This forced me to be positive for my minor dream, that I want to come here as a lecturer.
Cut to: September, 2009: I finished my viva of M.Phil. and went to meet Atanusir. In the same meeting he told me that do note the 3rd March in your diary as we are having workshop at NID and I am one of those, who are going to conduct this workshop. The others were Kumarbhai and Atanusir himself. I was not having such a diary where I can note the date but then too, I kept that in my mind and I wrote in a page. I had been praying to god that I want to go to NID this time and the reason was a fare enough, at least for me. And as the date came nearer sir called me on the same number and said, “Dipan, we are not doing it”…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………., and he said, “on third march. Because we have Holi in between so, we have to shift the date.” And I was relaxed that the date is confirmed. But again the problem of shooting was there. And Kumarbhai denied coming as he was busy in editing. I thought that sir would say that we’d do it next time. But know he said that we’ll do on forth, so you do come. And I reached there in time. Had my tea and breakfast there only, behaving in a manner that I am known to this atmosphere and some of the students are even don’t know the institute since the time I know the same institute, I went to the classroom and sir introduced me as person form theatre saying, “He lives theatre….we’ll enjoy his company today.” After attending their reading of a play, we went to OAT (Open Air Theatre) with them. As soon as the students came, we started with different warm up exercises to build up their confidence in which they were excellent. Yes it is true that they feel they are different from others and they live in their own world, but this time as I got chance to know them more closely, I realized that though they be in their world, they give respect the person who is better than them in whatever field. They did all given works sincerely as expected from them. They were constantly busy in activity. Though the students of designing have nothing to do with dramatics, they were interested in what would be followed in workshop. Sir and I were constantly busy in instructing them for each and every exercise and it seemed that they were enjoying something different from their usual classes. It was good experience for them as they got a chance to know the world of theatre a bit closer and it was good for me also that I got a chance to conduct those students of the country who are rated in first fifty students of India in designing. The funny thing is they call everyone their by their name, even their lecturers. You never come to know who is student and who is teacher, who is peon. One funnier incident happened that, I heard some words in Gujarati in campus and I thought, “Hey, I heard Gujarati, yeah…” and then I realized that I was in Gujarati. It happened because we all were communicating either in English or in Hindi that I forgot that I am in Gujarat. From 9:30am to 7:00pm I was at NID, completely in a different world. Enjoyed being there. I came back with a promise that I’d go to NID every time, for this day – The Workshop Day. See you soon NID.