Things You Can Learn From King of Romance

8.45 pm, October 21- 

It was a typical day for me as I was fighting with complex problems of Costing just like most of the CA Final aspirants whose attempt will fall in the coming November. Suddenly a call from my bro gave me the news which none of the moviegoer w’d like to hear. Our dear Yash Ji who gave a new meaning to Romance Genre and for me was the “Doctor of Relationships” had breathed his last around at around 5.30 pm in Lilavati Hospital, Mumbai. With the death of Dev Anand, Rajesh Khanna, Shammi Kapoor and now Yashji one can say that romance in Bollywood is officially dead. According to me Yashji was an immense source of inspiration, and no one would ever fail in his life if he adopts even some of the qualities of this undisputed “King of Romance”. 

Always follow your heart- I think very few of you might know the fact that Yashji was ought to pursuit a career in Engineering from London. He came to Mumbai to get his passport made so that he can go to England, but destiny had something else written for him. He listened to heart and shared his dream of directing the films with his brother legendary B.R.Chopra. He made his debut as an assistant director to his brother B.R. Chopra in his home production “Dhool ke Phool” and rest all is history. It needs a strong heart and nerves of steel to leave a lavish life, drop a safe option and accept an altogether different option with lots of uncertainty and high risk of failure. So, to be successful in life one needs to take the right decision at the right time and for that, one s’d always follow what his heart says. Never contain yourself and aim for higher goals- Yashji has tasted success with Waqt, but he wants to reach greater heights that too on his own. So, he took a bold step and founded his own production company “Yash Raj Films” in 1973. He took the loan from Rakhee and made Daag starring Rajesh Khanna, Rakhee and Sharmila Tagore which was a Blockbuster. This production house gave him the platform to experiment with his work and transform his ideas into reality.
Accept your failures graciously– There was a time in 80’s when Yashji’s films bombed at box-office one after another. Even the cult-classics like Silsila and Kala Patthar c’d not bring audiences in the theatre. He had
two options – one to blame critics and fans for his failure and another to work hard with new enthusiasm and he chooses later. Even his regular distributors refused to buy Chandni, but he somehow managed to release it and it rocked the Box-office. If one wants to achieve high in his life then he s’d learn to accept his failures and make them an inspiration to do better next time. Accept the fact that you have lacked somewhere,
rectify your mistakes and give your best shot with full energy.

Never let the flavor of Success rules you- The best thing about Yashji was that he was never carried away by the glamour of his success. He was a very down to earth person. I have seen a lot of people who after getting a bit of success starts behaving as if they belong to an altogether different planet. But soon these people are brought to earth after facing a failure in future. Friend nothing in this world is eternal. So, one s’d keep his feet on the ground and respect others. If you don’t believe me then follow the example of Late Rajesh Khanna and Mr. Amitabh Bacchan.

Just remember the following lines:-

मुझसे पहले कितने शायर आए और आकर चले गए

कुछ आहें भरकर लौट गए कुछ नगमे गाकर चले गए

वह भी एक पल का किस्सा थे मैं भी एक पल का किस्सा हूँ

कल और आयेंगे नगमों की खिलती कलियाँ चुनने वाले

मुझसे बेहतर कहने वाले तुमसे बेहतर सुनने वाले

कल कोई मुझको याद करे क्यूं कोई मुझको याद करे

मशरूफ ज़माना मेरे लिए क्यूं वक्त अपना बरबाद करे

मैं पल दो पल का ..

Winners don’t do different things, but they do things differently- Have you ever noticed that the person who gave us the most romantic Jodi of SRK-Kajol never repeated this super hit Jodi in any of his movies. Similarly, if you want to survive in this competitive world then you have to consider doing different things because of the dynamic nature of external environment. There is no age of retirement- This man has ruled the Bollywood for 50 glorious years and even at the time of his death he was working on his next venture. He proved that age is of no importance unless you are cheese. The motto of his life was to keep working “JAB TAK HAI JAAN”

“The man who made me fall in love, who made me love love stories, who gave me the actors I adore most i.e.. Mr. Bacchan and Mr. Shahrukh khan, who made me love romantic novels, gave songs that will make any girl fall for you, who gave me all the romantic lines that I w’d deliver to my beloved, who taught me how to seize the moment, who showed to us that we can say a lot without even uttering a word from our mouth is no more....
 

RIP Yashji, the king of romance....whole world will miss u...the ones who
were in love, are in love and will fall in love”

- Pulkit Gupta

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Burning Question - Nikhil Chandwani

"Recently, large demonstrations have taken place across Maharashtra protesting the fact that certain political parties, to get majority votes, is finally addressing the issue of  immigration from the North. Certain people are angry that Maharashtra might actually want to protect its own land, might make it harder to sneak into this state and, once here, make it harder (as an  immigrant) to stay indefinitely.

 

Let me see if I correctly understand the story behind these protests. Let's say I break into your home. Then, when you discover me in your house and you demand that I leave. But I say, 'I've made all the beds and washed the dishes and done the laundry and swept the floors; I've done all the hard work you don't like to do. I'm working for your happiness with truth (except for when I broke into your house).

 

According to the protesters, not only must you let me stay, you must add me to your family's insurance plan, educate my children, and provide other benefits to me and to my family (my husband will do your yard work because he too wants to work to keep you happy with truth, except for that breaking-in part).

 

If you try to call the political majorities to force me out, I will call my family and friends who will picket your house carrying signs that proclaim my wrong right to be there.

 

It's only right, after all, because you have an improved home than I do, and I'm just trying to better myself. I'm working to keep you happy and true, um, except for well, you know. And what a deal it is for me!!

 

I live in your house, contributing only a fraction of the cost of my keep, and there is nothing yo! u can do about it without being accused of selfishness, prejudice and being an anti-housebreaker. Oh yes, and I want you to digest my language, although you already understand, so you can communicate with me. Marathi is too hard for me to learn. You should also allow me to vote - in my own language, since I live in your house."

 

Why can't the world see how painful this is? Happens only in India.

-Nikhil Chandwani

Author of national best selling novel, "I wrote your name in the sky and yours and yours too"

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Burning Reality

Few years back the whole universe was gaga over everything desi – anything from yoga to evergreen Bollywood was hot property. That India was virtually untouched by the erstwhile global meltdown, and had turned out to be the second fastest rising economy when most of the rich brats were striking the pit, had made people sit and notice. Fast-forward. 

The Indian Rupee, which earned sufficient worth to have its own symbol a few years back, has become as insignificant in the global market, asManmohan Singh’s leadership. Yet again “Indian” has become an international slogan, and to tap anything in the country, you need to sign an at-your-own-risk tag. So, what was incorrect?

Well, actually nothing did. Things only took the predictable route. The country has been an observer to many of these expectant moments in history, and the resulting miscarriages that rupture the hopeful fizz of national hopes. Back in 1947, when the century old independence effort yielded the much-valued freedom, this immense moment was eclipsed by the almost instant bloodbaths, the country was drowned in, during separation. But there were influential leaders, adequate enough to visualize a new, a young, self-motivated homeland; there was hope. The country’s womb has only deteriorated since, and the politicians (‘leader’ does not describe a ‘politician’ in India.) of today have not only become impotent to carry about any changes, but have merely lost any goal to carry the nation on their shoulders. So failures and disappointments are the conclusion of the day. An unwilling womb can only conceive an injurious, frantic offspring. And that is what India has become, it has been pushed down one of those toxic black holes yawning across the country, and there is no way you can get it out alive.

India, at present, is the case study these days in world-wide financial forums, on what ‘not’ to do with a growing economy. The chance that we had as a rising nation, to develop, has been lost; thanks to those who control our prize strings. The consensus is that poor administration of financial resources has led to the downgrading of rupee. There have been no practical economic or communal reforms in the past decade, so the hard earned rupee of citizens who worked to place the country in a reputable situation, are just as fruitless as the money they have been earning in. And now with our precious Finance minister, who unquestionably deserves the recognition and accolades for playing his role so remarkably well (in screwing the economic conditions) prepared to don the Presidential cap, all can see where we are headed; or Is it too dark?

-Nikhil Chandwani

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End Of My Life.

Life is a four letter word whose explanation can be given in short or even in thousands of
words or more. No one can ever say where and when it begins or ends. It takes not more than a
single second for a soul to move out of our body. Usually we never know when we die and how?!
We just live our present in the expectation of living tomorrow too. There are few in this world
who gets the signs of their death few minutes before it could happen, few who gets the
opportunity to struggle to save themselves from death before it occurs. I was one among such
living beings.

Ops…sorry. How could I continue to speak without introducing me? Well, I am Tinku; the
dog belonging to pretty popular breed around the globe, i.e. “German Shepherd”. I lived with
my family including four humans. I am sure you are not surprised reading the past sentence as
humans taking care of dogs as their pets is pretty much common. My care takers were my family
for me. My dad was the head of this family who stayed abroad for work and used to visit us during
his holidays. Though he didn’t stay with us throughout the year there was no option of forgetting
him as he is the one who introduced me to this family and the one whom I loved a lot among the
four. His visit to his home not just made him and the family happy. It was even me who was happy
with his presence. I had a special respect for him considering him to be the head of the family.
Next is mom. She was not less than my real mom. She took good care of me. Probably she had
showered equal love on me and her daughters. Daughters, yes… they had two daughters. Both
were equal to be my sisters. There were moments where I played with them and I was angry with
them sometimes too for yelling at me while teaching the mannerisms, irritating me by covering a
cloth on my body, etc...

Recently from few days my family used to tie me to a palm tree which was
situated near the stone that they used to wash clothes. It was in the end of the compound where
this place was situated. They once tied me here for they had to clean the place where they usually
tie me. I jumped and sat upon the stone beside me. I enjoyed sitting over it and looking around as
it was in a height. The house next door was a bit low and the stone in which I was sitting was bit
higher than the land within the compound of our home. My mom and sisters saw that happiness
in my face and understood that I liked the place. There on they started tying me over there. That
night as usual mom served me my dinner, asked for a shake hand, wiped her hand over my head,
kissed me and wished me good night and walked in. I had my dinner and slept over the stone.
After some time my family slept. I too was sleeping with my ears open. Suddenly, I had to get
down for I wanted to empty my stomach by excreting. After finishing this work I kept my foot on
the compound wall, which I always used to do while climbing the stone as it acted to be a support
for climbing. But this time I lost my balance by mistake. I slipped and fell down the compound
wall. I fell down to the compound of next door. As I already said, it was a bit low from land within
our compound. I was tied to my chain. I never thought this chain would be a loop that will kill me
one day. I was undergoing the suffocation. I wanted to call my family for the help, but… I was
helpless as my voice was not loud due to the suffocation I faced. I couldn’t call them nor could I let

them know that I was in a problem by some other way. Though I had a family that loved me and
cared for me, there was no one with me at this hard moment of my life. Luckily I found a small
area on a compound wall where I could place my foot for support. I tried to climb up with the help
of that area. My continuous effort made that area to be flat and plain; say in my support broke
and fell down. My effort to climb up didn’t help me out in any positive way rather my legs started
bleeding because of such a sort of struggle. By now I had nothing with which I could save myself. I
had lost the hope of surviving though I really wanted to survive. Anyhow even bearing this
suffocation had become impossible.

Now I realised that this was going to be my last moment. This night is going to be
my last night and I will not be in a state of seeing tomorrow’s sun. I just started thinking about my
life in the END OF MY LIFE. The day when my dad brought me home and placed me in their dining
room, I was just a month old and my eyes weren’t even clearly opened. I had a blur view and was
a bit ill. As he placed me on the ground my sisters came running towards me and started playing
with me. They ran around the room making a louder sound out of their foot step and I had to
identify where they were by following that sound. After a couple of month I was here and was
perfectly set with the family and surrounding, my dad went abroad. I waited for his arrival every
evening but felt bad to see only mom and sisters back home. He used to sometimes talk to me on
phone. It was my stupidity that I tried receiving the call when my family was not in home thinking
it would be dad’s call. I had broken the phone wires in the attempt to receive it and talk to him. I
was happy to see him back 3 yrs later. Every time he came home I would be happy. But when he
left home I was the saddest of all. I remembered about the day when my dad, sisters and me, all
together played football. Ah…a hard hit from dad had hurt me so badly that it was for the last
time I played football. Every time mom prepared fish or meat I was waiting for my dinner. And I
always tried to escape from the hands of my family when I was left free as I knew getting caught is
equal to be tied up. I didn’t want that to happen. After beating me for my mistakes my sister most
of the times went away saying she won’t talk to me anymore. But within few hours she would be
back to talk to me and that time though she would talk to me I wouldn’t look at her face out of
anger. This would make her angry. She used to go back saying the same again and play stupid
tricks to make me feel jealous. This would continue long and end up finally.

I had spent around seven and half years with my family and I had a lot more memories to
cherish. But, may be my soul was not so patient enough. It had decided that it will leave my body
right now. My breath stopped; so did my life. It was the END OF MY LIFE.

-Ranjitha Hegde R.

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What is LOVE?

Love… It is a word which is familiar to whole world. Every
individual has his own perspective on this concept. Most say it is hard to
answer a question –“What is love?”, because love is an inexpressible feeling.

When you say a word love, first imagination that comes in the mind
of most youths is his/her dream girl/boy whom they expect to be their life
partner. For most among today’s generation, love is a felt feeling that
comes from heart and is successful when accepted by the one whom
they love and both join together to lead a life as a couple. If at all this
is true then what about the love that our mom showers on us , our dad
feels for us, our sisters or brothers or friends scatter around us…?!
Suppose acceptance and marriage is love with successful ending, then
love of our parents, family and friends are not successful even though
they can be assured as true.

To say about my opinion on love –“The term love is used on that
person whom we like so much, that we feel, just a term ‘like’ is not worth
to be used for him/her.”. It is necessary that the one whom we love
be in our life till our last breath, but not necessarily as our life partner.
Suppose one wish that his/her love should take a place of his/her life
partner, then that love can be said as an erotic love in most cases.

May be everyone don’t agree with my opinion. But this is what
came to my mind when I thought about this concept. These are few
words of my mind which may not match with yours. But if you think about
it, for sure neither you will feel you are not in love nor you will feel that
you are not loved.

-Ranjitha Hegde.R

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Life Is Beautiful....

A boy 'n a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her.

The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The girl agreed.


The boy kept the biggest 'n the most beautiful marble aside 'n gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised.

That night, the girl slept peacefully. But the boy couldn’t sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets from him the way he had hidden his best marble.

Moral:
If you don’t give your hundred percent in a relationship, you’ll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her hundred percent.

-Smruti Vaghela

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