>In Search of Serendipity

>Hello again,
(To all those who think that reading my blog is a waste of time.)

And a special hello,
(To all those who read my blog irrespective of time.)

So… I am back again, offering you to read that is both uncommon and unheard of. But before I start writing further, I wish to dedicate this topic to one of the regular visitors of this blogpage. What’s in the name? Samazdaar ke liye ishaara kaafi hai. (Wise will be able to follow the ‘direction’). This topic is dedicated to one of those strangers who made me eat my words.

A couple of blogposts ago, I had posted about something called Commitment. But for certain reasons, I couldn’t really believe in the luck factor. Sigh! That particular time has withered away like a delicate flower. That particular time has slipped away like sand from the fists. Alas! The time’s gone. I read a beautiful saying on one of my great friend’s facebook status:

“Pain is inevitable… but Suffering is optional… So the choice is for us to make.”

How true!

Last few days have been pretty weird (if not comically, painful) and the reason behind it being series of incidents. As a part and parcel of life, I have seen ups and downs more on a personal side rather than a professional side of life. Sometimes, you need to suffer for others’ actions. Sometimes, you need to suffer the pain unleashed on you by your close ones. But like my friend says… The suffering is optional. I have decided to keep it as an option.

My dream book called The Pink Slip was going great guns. But a mixture of curses and bad luck washed away my hard work. Instead of being sad, my state of mind is running through an emotion called Confusion. I am still unable to understand what is to be portrayed from the wide range of emotions that are present in my kitty. But… Sometimes the luck factor plays an important role in life. I had been cleaning my mailbox, when I came across the mails that I exchanged between one of the friends (who behaves more like a stranger). Hahaha. No issues, no regrets. Some of them were funny, some full of drama, etc etc. There was one particular mail that I came across. (Coincidentally or say unfortunately, this is also supposed to be the last time I talked to that person as a friend.) I found this particular poem that I dedicated to one of my closest pals.

I write this letter to Mr. Chosen One
Who has enjoyed his life full of fun
Now as he reaches another level
He has found himself a valuable pearl.

This little pearl is a princess in disguise
Child by heart but matured and wise
She’s one that is found one in thousands
Clever as she is and love in abundance.

She’s one little star that all pray for her to fall
She’s short for others but for friends she stands tall
Lady Luck is nothing but just her another name
With she by your side you can win life’s game.

I don’t know what you call her but I call her ****i
With she standing by your side you can stay carefree
All I can say is “Better take care of her!”
Or else get ready to face my temper!

This little friend hands over ****i to you
Because she chooses the best and the chosen one is you
So that’s it for now as I now end this letter
I wish you a life that is happier, smoother and better.

Ummm… So what’s so special about the luck factor? Well… I also found a rough manuscript of The Pink Slip. I don’t know what I wrote the last in The Pink Slip. I don’t know where am I heading towards. But atleast I got a start… a new start. Now that’s what I call as accidental benefits.

This makes me realise about one particular thing… Bhavin is always in search of serendipity!

>Michhami Dukkadam – Confessions by a Criminal

>First of all Michhami Dukkadam to all the limited readers who enjoy to read the things that I post.

Secondly, there’s one particular thing that caught my eye, since a long time. And that is a show called Sach Ka Saamna. I have heard so many people criticising the show and welcoming the concept of the show. But it deserves all kinds of accolades and flaks that it maybe receiving.

There’s one particular thing that I learned from one of my friends, who’s fondly known as Dada (Big Brother). “The best way to conquer and get rid of FEAR is by facing it!” There may be umpteen people suffering from umpteen different phobias. But there’s one particular fear that lies within every soul. Some acknowledge this fact while others fail to accept this fact. And that FEAR is the fear of speaking truth… The fear of confessing.

Everyone has to make decisions in their lives, whether the decision is hard or easy. But the worse decision you can ever make, is regretting the decision you already made. And that decision could be hurting the person you love by not confessing. I realised that I am one of those countless people who have a fear of confessing. And today I plan to get rid of my fear by facing it, with a hope that my one step could motivate others to get rid of the fear of confessing.

Everybody has one common problem with people, may it be family, friends or peers. And that is “These people don’t understand me at all.” This particular sentence builds up frustration in our system and that’s how the negativity enters into our souls. We act in such a way that sometimes
we ourselves regret for what we have done. “Galti kar toh di! Abhi aage kya? Usse sudhaar bhi toh nahi sakta? (I committed the mistake. So what? I cannot rectify it now.)” That’s what comes to our mind after we realise our mistakes. Here’s a heartbreaking piece of example:

There was a boy in his -teens. Like every teenager he wished to enjoy his life like all his friends did. Like going for dinner, watching movies, getting stylish stationary and loads of other things. One particular day, a few guests had arrived at his house and he was getting bored of them. So he asked his mother if he could go out with his friends to watch the movie. Mother denied it because it was quite late to go for a movie. But the boy never really took her words seriously. He just had anger buring from within that his parents never gave him freedom. So as his mother went to sit on a chair, he pulled it. His mother did not react anything till the guests were gone and the boy too left the house. He cried and kept on complaining about his parents. But God had great ways of punishing his children. As the boy walked, a piece of glass stuck into his foot. He bleeded profusely. He went back home and cried harder only to find out that his mother was crying. The boy mistook that she was crying for him. So the boy never paid heed to the care of his mother. Irrespective of the boy’s cold attitude, his mother took good care of his foot. Next day, mother had gone to the doctor and took out the x-ray of her back. The reports were quite bad. She had broken her tail-bone. The doctor asked how did it happen and she replied that she slipped while climbing stairs. The boy’s father too asked her the same question and her reply was the same. The boy realised his mistake and cried harder and harder. It was because of his crime that she had to suffer so much.

What happened about the boy? Did his mother forgive him?

Well… Mother’s love is far more greater than the pain she endures. She forgave her son at that moment itself. She realised that it was a child’s frustration that made her son take a drastic step. But the boy never forgave himself. He always saw himself as a criminal that day onwards. His mother forgot the incident as easy as one could have. But that incident had stuck in the boy’s mind till time. He still punishes himself for it…

And that boy is ME… Bhavin.

I never had the guts to tell my Mom a small sorry. But her heart is big enough to forgive me. I feel so small and cheap in front of her. The incident happened more than a decade ago. But it has never faded from my crime list. I pray to God that whether I get punished for other crimes or not. But I would happily accept my punishment for the thing I did to her. Someday if my mother reads this post, I would like to tell her that I have conquered my FEAR of confessing. And I have confessed about my misdeed in front of the whole world. I feel light from within.

I hope this little example can help you to face the truth because…. Take advantage of the cause not the effect. The effect will leave you in desperation, however, the cause will leave you with dignity.

Last but not the least, something to say…. Greatest thing about a storm is that a rainbow always comes after it.


>I hate this life… I feel so bogged down by the pressure over me from all the directions. Hey? What am I writing about? Ain’t I suppose to write about ‘commitment’? Me and my big mouth… always slips. Hahaha.

Ok… What is the first thing that comes in our minds, after reading the word ‘commitment’? Maybe something related to love, marriage, life etc. Lekin… Kintu… Parantu… (synonyms of ‘but’), ‘Commitment’ just got broader.

Definition of commitment: (Check dictionary if you want to know its meaning.)

The more I research about ‘commitment’, the more I get trapped in this web of ‘commitment’. When I talk about ‘commitment’, I feel bowing down under the pressure. Wise men say, “Commitment is directly proportional to Results.” It means that the more we work hard to commit, the better the results. When we study for exams, it’s not about how many hours we study. It’s about how committed are we towards studies, to achieve desired results. When we do our jobs to earn money, it’s not about how many hours do we slog like asses to earn money. It’s about how committed and focussed are we towards our jobs. When we talk about commitment towards relationships, it’s not about how many years did we stay together. It’s about how hard have we genuinely worked to keep the relationships alive. And this hardwork is nothing but ‘commitment’.

Millions of examples exist in the world, where relationships get broken like a twig from a haystack. At the end of every turn we take while walking down the road, we come across people losing their jobs, students not achieving desired results. And all that people blame is ‘luck’ or ‘destiny’. Give a break, guys! Let’s get realistic. The bottomline is, if we haven’t achieved what we want, it’s because we never really committed towards our goals.

I hope this little blogpost helps us to identify our goals and the ‘commitment’ required towards it.

>Blogs By Bugs First Anniversary Special


Technically speaking, my blog completes the first anniversary today. The reason being the fourth day of the Jain festival Paryushan. I can still recollect the first day, the first post of this blog (http://blogsbybugs.blogspot.com/2008/08/mera-naam-bhavin.html). It was excitement that had been filled in my mind. The first thought that ran across my mind was, “If published and established writers can interact through their blog then why cannot I?” But times have changed now.

Writing, for me, has always been an indispensable part of my life. It is more like a lust for me. Technically speaking, when a person reads the word ‘lust’, he relates it to ‘craving for sex’. In the times when sex was a synonym for lust, we loathed this word because it set a wrong impression in the society. But thanks to the everchanging times, ‘lust’ has received a broader meaning. Some people have lust for money, some people have lust for vices. But I have an uncommon lust for learning and lust for spreading what I learn. And that’s what leaders have lust for. A renowned author Robin Sharma asks, “Leaders have a LUST for learning. What have you learned today?”

It has been a year and I am just a hundred odd blogposts old. But that has nothing to do with lethargy and laziness. It has to do with the quality of posting. Nowadays, blogging does not mean, ‘I took my bath… I went for shopping… I fought…’ and blah blah blah. It has more to do with the usefulness of a particular topic. But who cares a damn! Empty vessels make more noise than the filled ones.

Cutting the crap, I have realised so many things have changed within this one year. My first blog post is far more different and changed then the current one. My take on religion has changed. My take on relationships has changed. My take on faith has changed. Nothing is permanent and constant except ‘Change’. Times have changed, guys. Our viewpoints have changed. Our goals have changed. Our relationships had changed. In fact, the word ‘change’ has infiltrated our nerves to such an extent that even our loved ones have changed. This reminds me of a well known SMS that most of us must have read:

“People are made to be
And Things are made to be
The confusion in the World is
Because People are being
And Things are being

I feel pity to say that most of us have been a victim of this confusion prevailing in this world. And we have been losing our loved ones in the race to chase the materialistic pleasures. This post has nothing to do with the ‘pravachans’ (sermons) given by ‘sadhus’ and ‘sadhvis’. This realisation dawns upon each and every person when he/she assesses and appraises his/her life. But there’s only difference between such people. Some find it difficult to accept this as a fact, some find it a sour medicine to be gulped while the rest welcome this fact with open arms.

As I assess and appraise my life at this moment, I realise the blunders committed by me. I realise the difference between my friends and ‘real’ friends. I realise the working of the society with double standard policies. I realise the moments that made me cry while laughing hard and the moments that made me laugh while crying.

Life is short… People may have ‘made’ millions of money by fooling others. But the bottomline is, People have ‘lost’ millions of loved ones by fooling themselves. A word of ‘sorry’ seems small in size but when said to someone straight from the heart, you realise that your heart feels lighter than ever.

That’s Bugs signing off for the time being. More things to read about… tomorrow onwards. Afterall, there always lies a thing called HOPE!

>Love Aaj Kal

>It’s precisely 1.30 am and by the time I post this review, the clock may strike half past two. I am still wondering how do I start describing this movie. The biggest tension is how do I rate this movie (looking at the constellation of stars showered by the newspapers) and what advice should I give to the readers of this blog… Anyways, I leave the decision of rating this movie on the readers themselves.

Well… The movie starts this way. Rocker Nawab enters the elevator of some mall and apni Shantiben hurriedly enters the elevator. At the bottom of the screen you get to revise your school time lesssons like August, September, October, November, December, blah blah blah… I wished it was Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, blah blah blah. Ok cut the crap… So here, Rocker Nawab tries to impress Shantiben by piling on and on… Waise main pile on toh karna nahi chahta… And by the he keeps repeating the dialogue, I feel that he’s suffering from piles… Slowly the romance grows and they kiss each other. How cute! Again it’s revision time for the viewers and you see too many characters that actually get jumbled inside your mind. By the time, 20 mins pass and I wonder if the Jab They Left director was sure about this movie. Luckily my doubts are shattered when the song Dooriyaan starts. Superb song.

Phir apna Rocker Nawab and apni Shantiben talk about breaking up and throwing a break-up party. (That’s a wonderful thought by the director. I adored this idea. I wondered how many break-up parties would have been thrown if I would have been going around with girls. Lol.)

Enter Chintu Uncle (who is real-life could-be father-in-law of Shantiben), with black coffee (Wow… My eyes lit up) in hand and asking Rocker about the reason of break-up. After yes-yes no-no between these two guys the actual movie starts. In comes Rocker Singh (apna Rocker Nawab in Punjabi ishtyle but as the young Chintu Uncle) who is head over heels in love with the simple Brazilian Kaur. He likes to follow Kaur on his cycle. He has the guts to travel thousand miles to have a glimpse of his ladylove. The only thing is that he is unable to express love.

As the movie moves on, there are frequent phone calls, chats, smses, voip, skype between Rocker Nawab and Shantiben. Simultaneously, Rocker Singh and Brazilian Kaur story moves on. Not even for a single moment did I feel confusion. The watcher loves every single moment of the narration of love story between Rocker Singh and Brazilian Kaur. Right from the bhangdas till the happy ending of their story.

In comes the Art Hero to romance with Shantiben and a Phirang to romance with Nawab. The exes help each other to impress their partners… Boringggg! Now the negative points start, the Twist song seems to be kept forcefully in this movie. If Nawab and Shantiben had to get again together then why need to get Shantiben married to Art Hero? What is the Phirang actually doing in the movie? The ending part of the movie seems to be dragged a bit. (I thought as if I was watching KANK part 2.)

But the lows of this movie are aptly covered by the Rocker Singh story. My verdict to you is Give It A Go atleast once because you may never know what Love is. Songs: Dooriyaan, Chor Bazaari, Aahun Aahun are good. Rocker Nawab and Shantiben may be acting okay but Rocker Singh, Brazilian Kaur and Chintu Uncle are the real stars of the movie. It’s definately a movie which ‘mango people’ (aam janta) would love to see once.

The surprise package, Mrs. Chintu Aunty (the real-life could-be mother-in-law of Shantiben) plays the aged Kaur who turns up at the end credits.

It’s 2.50 am… Time to doze!