KIRAN BEDI

Why not drop in something about Kiran Bedi in my blog...just to prove the impact she has and will be having on on me...

About the invincible, inviolable, courageous, one and only KIRAN BEDI :

Kiran Bedi is an Indian police officer and is the first woman to join the Indian Police Service (IPS) in 1972. She was born on 9th June 1949 in Amritsar, Punjab state, India, and is one of the most celebrated and widely known police officers who ever served the Indian Police Force. Kiran Bedi is the second of the four daughters of her parents, Prakash Lal Peshawaria and Prem Lata Peshawaria.

She has been recently appointed as Director General of India's Bureau of Police Research and Development. Earlier, she was Police Advisor in the United Nations peacekeeping department, and has also been honored with the UN medal for outstanding service. In May 2005, she was awarded an honorary degree of Doctor of Law In recognition of her “humanitarian approach to prison reforms and policing”.

For a complete information, visit : http://www.kiranbedi.com/

Bedi and bluestocking

It was our first day of the institute's annual tech fest - Techniche, as it is called. And thank our friend organizers, who thought of this brilliant idea to invite KIRAN BEDI...for a lecture on CYBER CRIME. well, sounds great. and all we technomaniacs visualised this marvel of a bedi to go nattering about stuff like cybernetics, which'd be quite a gel-in for our tech fest. I (a little time for myself..:)), have heard about The Bedi since being almost a toddler, seen her on TV, newspapers and where not. And a lot of her interviews lately. She is damn 'vow'-able. So you can say, I'm her vivid fan. So this day meant a lot to me. Finally me and Kiran Bedi under one roof, and there she stands a few metres ahead of me. I mean, WoW! And now we gonna hear her talk - one of her obvious talents - on technical stuff. And even the presenter(a student), introducing Bedi to the stage read her well prepared lines, denote ramblings, about a this being a lecture on cybercrime.
But not till the moment SHE started speaking, in that housefull lecture hall..."I've not come here to talk on Cyber Crime, I'd have better sent my PA for that". That was a heavyweight argument. That actually made me smile out of relief. "Cool! Not to go geeky now!"...and she started talking about personal empowerment. Doing things for the greater good. Having the sense of responsibility, taking the initiative, developing this trait of being a good human being, developing a high PQ(Patriotic Quotient), the spiritual quotient(SQ) and the emotional quotient(EQ)...and not the stuff involving this IQ(thank God this time...). I bet you all my money, that was awesome to listen to, much as I coveted.And awe-inspiring beyond doubt. No, she was not a feminist, nor she was a phobe of any kind, she was a true patriot. A selflessly dutiful citizen doing her job. And this- her flying down to the 'remote' IIT guwahati, from a hectic schedule in Delhi and talking with us - is one of her works. She actually came here to motivate us - the well educated, somewhat high IQ achievers with a seemingly bright monetary future.
She stressed on the kind of education we're having. The education, that is making all of us consumers, tax savers, greedy for money urbanites and whatever filthy for the country. That this education system needs a reform, to make us good individuals with a high sense of responsibility and morals as well. The fact that we are been ruled by corrupt group of individuals, who actually got the pump from none but ourselves - the reasons, plausible solutions et al. And I tell you, that was moving. I hope I develop a strong heart, and do something meaningful, strong enough to be a reasonable altruist.
This surely gave me a clear vision of India becoming a Super Power, a developed nation- full of people with the right morale and opinion. And that we, the youth can make all this difference...that was Bedi's basic aim, that's why she came here.
Yes, that was productive on my part, I'll try out now. But nevertheless, She came. And mind you its daring for any puny man to make a bluestocking out of Kiran Bedi. She's affable. I dare to stab anyone who hates her.
Well, take it easy. Its just a blog. :)

Diplomacy continues

Some of you guys may not agree with me...and may consider polishing ur daggers for me. But no, I don't think anybody will even scowl at me this week. Ok, another moment for my introduction...I'm kinda intransigent. Show me a pig flying(whatevr "magic" involved), I'll just not buy the idea. I still don't mean to say I believe if I experience the concerned subject myself...no. And I got no idea myself what I'd let come in and when, depends on the time and situation. Maybe the other day I'll believe, men can be pregnant too. Well too much for my self-demanded information...where was I? yeah, that no one'd grab my collar or speak to my face. Nor 'd I imagine doing anything like that. That...will not be cool; not in the flamboyant 'Cool Factor' sense...but just for the sake of being cool. Now that's gonna be another ocean to speak about. I was merely justifying the need of diplomacy, in a higher degree of usage sense. And I said earlier, no one on earth will be pouring scorn on my face. I basically am reffering to my friends, coz they're the people that matter. They won't want me as their enemy right? So as I said much before, they(the friends who'd be mad at me...) will hide their red and try to be nice to me. And I'll remain as happy as ever. And being happy...its all that matters to be qualititavely alive. Now what is ur point?
I sometimes feel like going insecure, thinking - are my friends for real? Or are they fake as anything, and are biting my back hard. But to be pragmatic (as I believe I am), no one but a loser'd think this way. And I'm not one for sure...
So I'm happy seeing my friends(not planning any "..."s here) being nice to me, responding to what I say, going around with me, helping me in tackling doubts etc. Well I can never define any word by myself especially when it demands my analysis. So I can't know my exact definition of friendship. So I'm supposed to be happy with the friends I have, the way I understand them as. They may be honest or may be diplomatic towards me, I can never know. But I'll choose the better of the two apples. I'll not care if they are pretending to be nice. I'll consider their being nice as their being nice. I'll accept their diplomacy as truth. And so am I practicing.
I'm diplomatic. I'm happy. How happy are you?

Diplomacy is the best policy!

So guys, ur ears must have worn out hearing the same old "nice guy" saying...yeah u guessed it: "Honesty is the best Policy". And u think it works. Works so well that u're a contented soul at the end of the day. Of course being good implies being honest...to an extent thou.

Stab me if I mean nonsense.

You might often hang around with ur friends. And at times u do get involved in some sort of discussion which demands ur opinion, knowledge, intellect or whateva u got in u. right? And keeping in mind that u r not submissive, u will ne'er give in. u'll make ur point clear, and most probably 'circularly' accepted. But hey, thats neva tht done always. And u know that. Ur friends are equally indomitable as u. They too have their own ideas. C'mon after all each of them fall under the 'Friends' category, and u rate them ur near ones.
So it often happens, ideas clash, debates break up, no one ready to loose. As indispensable one's ego preservation should be, u'll not stand others-no matter who he/she is-to vindicate and make u feel like loosing ur grip. And often in this process, relations get strained. And some tender slender ones like the spouse bond, and most concerned here : friendship, fall apart...never to be the same again. Now c'mon who r u fooling? Accept it, this is true. It happens. Even if we patch up, the fun bonding is in the vicinity...
And of course, not to sound discouraging or pessimistic, there is certainly a good solution to all these - 'TIME'.

"Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows, only time?
And who can say if your love grows,
As your hearth chose, only time?..." (Only Time, Enya)

...Hold it! hold it! I didn't mean to write anything about time. Ok 'Time is a great healer'. Thats true and justified. but its another thing I haven't mentioned yet...about the best policy, pratically.
Everybody (often) loves to be a good person; so that they achieve more and more people loving and caring for them. Thats a naive and sweet thought. But what if u are not social enough. What if ur personality just is not pleasing enough...by which I mean the 'Be yourself' thing, which may not be acceptable.
Whats actually important that u have the human wealth in abundance...in other words, a lot many well-wishers, do-gooders, supporters and friends for you. Life is then better and easier, isn't it?
So do u think being honest always pay good outcome? Not always, in fact rarely. Having said, I'm/someone's not sure if they are naturally affable. So be diplomatic. Its really not necessary that u speak ur heart out everytime, not giving a damn to what the listener thinks about it. Sometimes its much much better to pretend, pretend nice. Maintaining diplomacy helps, don't u agree? You remain a half closed book(if not full), and that keeps u safe in life. by that I mean, u got friends u are just satisfied having u around, not because they know u front to back, but because they just love ur attitude, ur thoughts(that're actually semi-transparent- good for them, good for you!) and above all You- the person. And there's nothing bad in maintaining that dude.
Sometimes its better this way. So is the new policy "Diplomacy is the best policy!". So guys, be a diplomat, and befriend the world.

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few more "poems" from my store...

Hey guys. Hope the net connection's fast enough...so that you don't leave my blog half visited. Well, I rather want to say 'Welcome Again!'.
This is another of my creations. This also speaks about me...and us as well. Slap me if you disagree...So, here it goes :

For The Special Suspected...

A narrow aloof lane.

I'm walking amidst silence

I seem to tip toe in his senses

The one who seems to brisk up

Right ahead of me.

He turned around pretending not

Although I catch him in the act

I was a stranger

I ne'er saw him before whatsoever.

So his crystalline mind's got a suspicion

About how harmful or tricky I am

A high tower of anxiety soars up his spine

Lurks up a familiar fear

Do you know what and why is he doing so?

Answer, he's expecting something unexpected

I'm being suspected...

A crowded route city bus.

A lady jeweled standing beside me

The lovely purse she carries…

Is a world of property and ownership

She was a rich lady

At least bravura has she managed

In the vibrating turbulent mob

Her purse must be a heartthrob

Yes, she had her nose on it

Too much to take any chance for green eyes

Standing not to accept any stare

Unfortunate me, fell into the trap!

She now attains finesse to her job

And of holding her purse tighter

Pushing her glare bang on me

Protecting the marvel of a purse brilliantly

Do you know what and why was she doing so?

No matter what the folk gain

I'm being suspected, again.

The picture of an ideal classroom

With the ideally noisy students

Having the time of their lives probably

Flying around like clueless butterflies

Comes the critically acrimonious teacher

With glasses and scorns

Blowing earfuls to the little menaces

In the ugliest way possible

Oh dear, the broken window pane

Just behind where I was seated

Stormed upon the storm of a teacher

Now stands in front of me roaring

All Jacks and Jills sitting quite now

The only sound was the one you guessed

That was like a terrible back pain

I'm being suspected, yet again.

Here I sit with a cup of coffee

With cookies to add as afters

Facing a lush green meadow

With the aesthetic orchard alongst

Beautiful thoughts waving through

There I let out a smile of mine

The world is so funny

So are the good old people

They are gentle, they are bestial

They are homes yet they are lethal

But one thing that is justified. Period.

Everyone suspects, for every reason

And I always went through suspicion

How do I think of being overprotected?

I'm being suspected.

THE WAR WIDOW

This's one my poems or rather say imaginations, I used to write at my leisure a few years back. Well, rather term it a short story. Feel the pain of some 'fortunate' yet unfortunate if you may...

She was waiting for him
For hours in the throng
He was busy consigning

Chats and hats for long

Her mind her was in a storm

Way down for some melancholy song

Minute by minute was she counting

Her patience with the gong

Like her slender hair knitting

Thoughts were knitted along

Now that she felt a gust of wind

Chilling her tears along

She did to look towards the vicinity

Felt life on and on headstrong

Up there in the border

He was singing a soldier's song

Where blood was ionic, and was

T he ammunition strong

Loving a mass of earth was the motto
Where nights were spent in pong
Stoned the heart and ears
The whirr was a deafening song
Fight the wroth being raged
Feet off ground considered wrong

Now getting a break from the war
He used to call her in along
She rushes to the aging phone
In excitement forgetting to part the comb
Her slender hair sneaking with
The life comes out young
That warm voice that fills
Up her heart, can hear the bong
She jumps into the fool's paradise
Joy bells ring ding-dong
And he puts an otiose to add up
And a smile gets birth after this long
That those joss sticks and flowers
Ran for the sweetness among
Desperation was on either side
But flamboyance was it "nothings wrong".
And then the network ran out...
Whence her world crumbled deep and long

Months rolled on with the war
This brave soldier fights winsome

Sacrifices his life for the country

Becomes a rage in the kingdom

His army has been victorious

The war was won.

Celebrations everywhere

To Success, so what if carcass a ton

But where is her heart and soul gone?

Wasn't that heaven bound

How do she pretend to smile
And prove herself patriotic strong
When her life's shattered to bits
All those memories will last long
But She had to stop her tears
And rejoice..."We have won!"

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My Introduction

H..hi! This's me, Atanu. Yes I started with a stammer and no, I ain't a stammerer...but, not very far from that. I think I stammer in my heart(whatever that should mean).I tentatively named my blog 'Developing minds'...because I always visualise myself going more fluent in the art of living life by each minute, just the way a stammerer can learn out to be an oustanding orator. I thought of having a blog of my own so as to have a looking glass over the internet...if you know what I mean. I may appear to be eccentric or freaky sometimes, but hey, people like me are born to be loved by the days end anyway. So before I think what I'd be putting in my curry pot, I think...putting it over the stove already, is not such a bad idea.