Kasturi's Blog

Just yesterday,I read an ariticle by Anupam Kher where in he says that money cant buy happiness.Agreed ..Yes boss ! at the first thought ..but then suddenly I thought twice and now..if you ask me I would say ‘YES’ for those who have it and ‘NO’ for those who don’t. I feel that every person should undergo both the feeling in his/her lifetime. I agree that it’s a truth that Money cant buy happiness…but this truth should be arrived at. Gradually. And, not to be considered right away at once just because everyone says so! Just by saying or knowing that money can’t buy happiness, the poor cannot stop yearning for it and wait for happiness to come to them .It will be like sour grapes if they do that. Same is the case with the rich,just after realizing that money cant buy happiness they simply cant relinquish all their money they have…It will be stupidity if they do that. It’s a stark reality that 70% of the total wealth in the world is acquired by mere 5% people on the earth and t

I am no different than those youth,who at 23, are bursting with the thought that world can be theirs and they can make a great difference.In my case, that world is confined to India.Long Long ago,before I was a youth I felt that I can be the prime minister of India ..i remember,back then in 3rd i even wrote a composition 'If I were a PM' and had got the spelling of 'discrimination' wrong :) Things Changed and ..'I started understanding !' The first thing,as a small girl I understood that to be a PM one had to join politics and I understood that Politics isnt a career for a fresher unlike doctor or engineer for which one had to study and obtain a degree !! That left me with a big question hovaring in my mind 'Then what was I supposed to do/study for to join politics ?? My small mind found the question ultra difficult and I gave up..So when people asked me...... 'Beta,what you want to become when you grow big ?' I changed my answer from PM to an En

Read about MF Hussain.Read both the sides ..For and Against. Speaking about MF as an artist I am a nobody to comment on his work.He is one of the masters of his own field and the awards and accolades he has brought for India speak of his forte.I can't speak also because I haven't seen all of his paintings and I cant speak also coz I dont know under which circumstances he has drawn those paintings as I read that he has also painted against British rulers during the pre Independence period. But speaking about MF Husain as a person, I cannot help,but say that he is an irresponsible citizen of India.He should have realised that, if his paintings are harming the nation's integrity or creating unrest amongst some particular community, then there is no point making such paintings .But but but instead of realising this,he continued to pinch the same community again and again. Hence all these consequences have followed. I know that an artist has freedom of expression,but a com

OHhhhhhhhhh noooooooo Daaammnn !! my chair is gone !! Hey its not about THE powerwala chair haan its about my chair on which i sit the whole day and code incessantly.Its been captivated by my team lead !! Shaah ! It was my beloved one ! I was so fond of it ! I was so comfortable on it ! I used to love it soo much ! It was equivalent to the “singhasan “ for me. But now its gone and I can do nothing but see it behind me .I am soo uncomfortable sitting on this stranger one ! (Now dear readers ..I know I might sound crazy,Frenzy,jug-head,crack pot and a nut in the furthur post..but I am not used to hold back my feelings so you'll have to bear with me n ya sorry for breaking the link :)) So where was I ? My chair got captivated and I am broken heart. Whenever I look at it ..I feel the chair say...  "Hey !! I dint like my new owner please take me back I want YOU to sit on ME” I felt as if it is spreading its handrests and calling me …and saying “Dear Kasturi please save m

Sunday evenings are special for us roomies because , we don’t torture our tummies and taste buds with that dreadful Tiffin of ours from our “doesn’t know how to cook ” aunty :) :) . So thanks to this so-called aunty of ours every weekend happen to try a new restaurant . This weekend also we did try one. It wasn’t so high profile and elite that along with the bill we get this huge Feedback form !!! Seeing the form I was like “No…Not here, Feedback Feedback Feedback every where..” Feedback of a course@ cognizant. Feedback of caterer services @ cognizant. Feedback of our HCM Supervisors. Feedback of garbage management in the society. Feedback of a new Tabla Sir @ our music Vidyalaya . Feedback of an exhibition.. and nowFeedback of this small eatery ? It almost made me sing “Feedback is in the air ;) ” But then I thought why am I ranting about it ??? After all Its all about feedbacks, isn’t it ? Isn’t feedback the reason for all the improved versions of things …be it car or prod

Well this post is an old one ..my apologies for posting it in off season :) The other day ..I read an editorial written by the Arindam Chaudhary where in he quoted.. that “India is a country Of Lions led by Donkeys" LIONS !!! To hell with it !!! LIONS DON’T ALLOW DONKEYS TO RULE OVER THEM !! Then what sort of lions are we ??? Since ages …..especially post attacks I’ve been listening, reading,hearing this bullshit ‘Our politians are irresponsible,dishonest, incompetent,unethical,good for nothing ,soul-less souls.’But b4 you follow this proto type..just think what we as Indian-citizens are doing other than cursing the politians?? Zilch,Naught,absolutely nothing Just Discussing ,discussing rather gossiping about the sorry state of Politics in our country.Fighting in FAVOUR or AGAINST a Politian…..Grasping those crap negative news (Mind it..I haven’t written ‘watching those crap negative news’ Coz grasping never occurs in case of the positive ones ..n sorry 4 breaking the link )

“Shhhaa ! maan I hate !! I hate it so much… I hate not seeing the sun in the morning when I get up. I hate seeing the puddles of water everywhere .I hate that yucky smell of moist clothes. I hate to see the bobby prints of mud on the back of my pant . I hate to see half a kg mud stuck on my sandals. I hate those somewhat wet socks which attract my attention from time to time. I hate those open umbrellas draining water which occupy MY Space in the balcony . I hate to see those creepy patterned leakage patches on the wall. I hate to see the mud filled mud gaurds and mudflaps and dirty cars and wiper marks. I hate the moist salt ..the moist matchsticks .. the powercuts.. the traffic jams … Gawwwwd I hate this rain so much !! “ I used to say so before a couple of days … when suddenly one day our (me n my rommies ) happy n flourishing lives were hit by this immense turbulence. That day we returned from the office to see our ever water vomiting taps run dry !!! Very unalarmingl