Tuesday, February 27, 2007


[Image from scienceclarified.com]

Last night’s hunger pangs troubles his mind. It takes him back, years back. Back to school, reminding him of how hunger was master. Food was nutritious but minimal – the kids at school are expected not to bloat up on excessive gorging. The Physical Education further eats into body reserves. As a child, he is not privy to pocket money. He can only watch the seniors indulging themselves at the coffee shop. He gets so hungry at times that he drinks liters of water, sometimes ties a piece of cloth tightly around his stomach to restrain the belly-demon.

Back to the present, he feels morsels are taken for granted. Food is an irresistible incentive. Hunger betrays conscience – leads to crime, loathed but forced to commit. He prays. He hopes to help, and change mindsets. He idealizes that a world without hunger would be one with far less anguish and crime.

Want not, waste not.


The flat is a mixed bag of late. It has a Mexican, a Canadian, a European, a few South Indians and me (Karnataka/Jharkhand – fully Indian, minimally Chinese) as tenants. A Dutch guy and one from Dubai vacated a week ago

Initially, it was nigh difficult to get along. The huge cultural differences, the twisted accents, the way of living and differing perspectives – all these made fellowship somewhat of a hardship. But finally, things are falling into place. One learns to understand their accent, their point of view as well as learn to speak slower to be understood.

Yes. Things finally are falling into place. For one who thought he could never get along with foreigners, I’ve done a good job


For those who are fanatically anti-Muslim, I suggest you watch Black Friday, and ruminate over it. It’s a big, unending mess and all of us are to blame, not Muslims alone. It began in the Mughal era, was exacerbated during-and-post partition, and is still being propagated and preached by vested political interests. Mark the words unending – that is what it is going to be unless steps can be taken in the right direction

We, who are ever so ready to point a finger, should remember we aren’t all pure ourselves. Stop blaming others. Attempt to do the good that you are capable of, and the satisfaction of a job well done is assured


Evam completes more than 150 shows. I’m over the moon

I LOVE EVAM !!!!!!


  1. Hey this group was started by ex-MICANs... by bro's seniors. They started out in MICA as Sankalp which till today still shows once a year full house shows in Ahmedabad (the group is made up of current MICAns and thus people change every year) I luv them 2

  2. hey I love this group too...
    it was started by ex micans...my bro's seniors. They started with Sankalp, a mica internal theatre group which does one house full show every year in Ahmedabad.
    Since the group is made of up current micans and thus the people change evry year..

  3. hey I love this group too...
    it was started by ex micans...my bro's seniors. They started with Sankalp, a mica internal theatre group which does one house full show every year in Ahmedabad.
    Since the group is made of up current micans...the people change every year..

  4. Thought provoking! And disturbing- that we go about our lives as if nothing is amiss in the world! Children dying of hunger; utter chaos in Iraq wrought by the power-brokers in Washington... and what not?!
    Meiyang, your blog makes one pause and ponder. Bringing about "awareness" is what you have accomplished here. A simple word yet utterly powerful.

  5. This comment is after you are an indian idol fame..gahh dont even know if you're ever gonna read this... but... how much ever i despise being like everyone else and seemingly come off as a crazy fan... here i am doing exactly that! neway... the force making my fingers type is that i have a new- found sense of respect for your character... and the fact that we are soo freakin similar!

    our similar outlook on the world and its mysteries is mind boggling actually.. your whole character and perspective is laid open on this blog...all the mystery behind your composed face on the camera is revealed here, and if i were you...the first thing i would do, would be to set my blogs to private for my-trusted-friends'-eyes-only.... or else your crazy fans, like me, would stalk you here...sighh...just to let you know how famous you really are (not that you dont know already)... your blog is linked to mannyy other ppl's blogs... one of which happened to be my friend's and when i read that post i luckily..i think stumbled upon ur post...

    anyway... i guess when you entered indian-idol, you bargained the big platform in exchange for ur privacy... so now that this mesmerized fan from half-way around the world has already stalked u... she might have found the reason for our similarities thru ur posts... maybe its our birthday/sunsign! im 7th oct born....and i feel there is always this special bond amongst the oct borns! its the best freakin month to be born in... and i believe they have the most balanced, i m obviously biased, character... but thats being bashful and also praising myself along with u :)

    gahhh again i trailed off... the point in writing this is to let you know that... dude! dont forget to be yourself no matter where life takes you... you are an extremely good human being and dont let the youth in your heart age!

    Indian Idol 3 is not yet over and you are still holding a strong position, and hope you continue to do your best... yet frankly, how much ever i am a fan of yours ...amit/emon deserve to win... obvio i dont know wat the future holds... if it does end up being you, ofcourse i'll be happy... :)

    so here i end my looong worthless rambling with a sound piece of advise by Rudyard Kipling, which you may have heard of and which i hope u like...


    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
    But make allowance for their doubting too,
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
    If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
    If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breath a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
    If all men count with you, but none too much,
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

    --Rudyard Kipling

    Cheers! Live Life to the fullest and Be Happy!

  6. i was just going thru all the blogs that u've written. i must say u write brilliantly. i loved ur music but i love ur blogs more. and ya recently i saw Evam's play and that's the only thing i could think abt: I TOO LOVE EVAM.