Sunday, September 02, 2018

WHY ARE WE ALLOWING SOCIAL MEDIA KILL LITTLE JOYS OF LIFE?


Our world of #FB or #twitter is a great platform. But only if we keep it limited to -- a medium to connect or reconnect with new and old friends. Perhaps, this is what most of us wished to. It emerged as a 'what's happening' sort of platform in our lives.

Many of us perhaps have forgotten that it actually offers a bigger space to open up about tastes and perspectives at length and share it with rest of the world.

Be it #Facebook or #Twitter, it has brought to us a great opportunity to enjoy beyond telephone talks and openly letting the world know what we feel and how we celebrate our lives.

But what have me made of it? A place to argue and fight over issues. Or simply become tools of others' marketing strategies to instigate to us to fight with our own loved ones over politics or other stupid things?

Today, like news of private news channel, it looks scary at times. Politicians keep enjoying their world together just after making some provocative statements or exchanging barbs with political rivals and many of us just forget it's their profession. It's their game to survive and remain meaningful.

And, we are creating a world of irritation around us. Many of our friends, who never knew what we thought about some provocative or highly sensitive issues, are forming opinions about us. They are forming opinions based on what we share or the one liners we write on social media 'just for fun'.

But why? Why are we just going so casual about our social image? Why are we writing what we have been writing for long on avoidable and provocative issues? Why are we arguing with our close friends and colleagues for no personal issue but in stupid debates? Why have we lost interest in calling up friends or inviting them over a cup of tea? Why have we turned so ignorant about the joy of gossips and sharing laughter face to face in our lives? Why are we forgetting to celebrate life like once we used to?

What's you opinion? I would like know it by heart. Share it with me and rest of the world.

sandeepdatta7@gmail.com

Saturday, September 01, 2018

How to Enjoy in Monsoon?

It's monsoon time in Delhi. Though a lot of people are irritated on the road due to traffic snarls, individuals like me are simply celebrating the arrival of rains.

Just look around from your rooftop or balcony. Everything is green all around. No sign of pollution. Play any song, it will connect you immediately to the desired mood. And, for a journalist and photographer like me, it is that time of the year that I await every year.

Just take a stroll around any ridge area or simply take out your bike and go for a long drive at a slow speed. Or, simply take out your camera and step out of your home with an umbrella. No matter what you clicked, it would deliver great results and memorable photographs. The life is feeling completely relaxed and full of love.

More importantly, it being #Saturday doubled up the #joy. With no tension to do office work, it's simply just another day to celebrate life in my wished way. Love you monsoon!

#Monsoon #Rains #Saturday #Journalism #Media #Journalist #Writing #Editor



Friday, November 21, 2014

The Pussy Cat turns our everyday's Breaking News

Our pussy cat has turned The News of our family. No matter what but the little guest, since Feb 14, remains the most talked about subject everyday...Kahan gayi....aayi ke nahin...abhi yahin thi....Study room mein so rahi hogi...nahin abhi drawing room mein thi...arey wo to apne room mein gayi hui hai .....dekho aa gayi....but her hunting targets...mumma's dearest pigeons...have stopped coming due to her terror and recent attacks...including on rats.....all are irritated but love her...despite her yesterday's 'gentle' scratch on my left hand while giving her something in my studying room where she keeps taking naps while I work on photographs. Now all are focussed on her presence as I prepare for the anti-Rabies injections.

Thursday, October 09, 2014

Maharashtra’s Shifuji enabling women to live fearlessly

By Chaudhary Sandeep Datta

At a time when concern for women security has risen to an unprecedented scale due to frequent assaults on them, a man from Maharashtra is busy helping thousands of young girls in self-defence wherever he can.  

Having studied martial art at 5th century Shaolin Temple in China and Kallaripayattu, one of the oldest fighting systems in existence, in Kerala, Grandmaster Shifuji feels intrigued at women’s vulnerability in India.

He believes the present scenario in the country requires women being self-reliant in protecting themselves in everyday life and able to dodge any attack perpetrated on them. For which he has developed special protection and survival tactics.

“I have been trained in world's oldest art forms like Kallaripauattu, spent a long time at Shaolin Temple of China to understand the hidden Chi Qi power (energy cultivation),” he says. “But it is the same thing, taught in Indian Hath Yog, as Kundali Kriya.”

From being a street fighter to going on to practice almost every fighting form of the world, Shifuji, in his late 30s, feels nothing works during street fights since such fights require distinct survival tactics.

“For such peculiar and sudden situations, I have developed my own tactics for the women. I also developed my own martial arts known as Shifuji's Fusion Kung-fu.”

About this odyssey in martial art world, Shifuji, called Deepak at home, devotes his everything to his mother Asha Maan, father Krishan Gopal, wife Aarti and daughter Diksha, who have always been the biggest support  in realising his dream of “helping the helpless”.

Shifuji, who draws entire inspiration from freedom fighter Shaheed Bhagat Singh’s biggest disciple, believes “Kranti vicharon se aayegi , hathyaron se nahin (revolution in life is possible through thought, not weapons)” and running an organisation MITTI.

“MITTI (Maan, Indian Traditional Training Institute) selects girls basically from orphanages and places where they have failed to get basic education.”

“This organisation is meant to create a set up where we can empower these girls by traditional skills along with enabling them to rise through basic education and motivate them to take up civil services,” says Shifuji.

He feels there is a strong need for corporate sector to ensure its staff feels confident enough while stepping out of their homes or offices. “Private companies should ensure self defence training for women.”

“What’s wrong in letting everyone be fit and know the art of self protection?”

Shifuji explains that self-defence training doesn’t required being a martial art player. It is a completely different science altogether. “It is all about knowing your own strength and weaknesses.”

“What I personally train in is the art of self realisation, protection skills and survival tactics along with situation-reaction tactics within a week.”

With a focus to aware people and inspire them to train themselves for self protection, Shifuji says his innovative self-defence tactics include special ways of using available accessories like bangles, ATM or Id cards, cellphone, key ring, dupatta, nails, notebook, pen, or even hairclip.

He says his dream is “to prepare a good and safe environment for Indian women and help the youth in leading a disciplined and focused life” and advocates compulsory six-month military training to be included in Indian education system.   

Asked if he feels the willingness to propagate the art of self defence in colleges, schools and local societies is missing on government’s part, he said “I don't speak anything about anyone but yes I know what I am doing and that it works for people in daily life.”

“I don't talk about problems because I am working to offer solutions. Blaming the government isn't my motto. I wish to do my bit for the society.”

With an aim “to train about one crore women through Mission Prahar project”, Dubey says he has been successful in imparting training to about 30 lakh women in survival tactics in schools, colleges, institutes and different organisations across India.

Having been Special Commando trainer of Hawk Commandos, and Counter Terrorist Group besides being special skills trainer for Indian Revenue Service and Indian Foreign Service officers, he takes pride in his Shatru Vinashak killing skills and single second knock out systems for commandos.

A brand ambassador of Madhya Pradesh Right, Shifufji says he is working over creating the Ulimate Close Quarter Battle System for Indian special forces and commandos.

He has been special commando trainer for anti-urbarn terrorism skills for Mumbai police after Mumbai terror attack and mostly trained people in parts of rural India including places like Dantewada (Chhattisgarh), Ernakulam (Kerala), and Jaisalmer (Rajasthan).  

About the scope of martial art in India, Shifuji says: “I personally think any martial art is like a prayer and a lifestyle with a sense of no return. It should always be taken as a discipline of life than a career.”

“If you take it as a sport it may help you to convert it in to a business. But I feel that your aim should be clear.”

Asked if government should promote such things for women and children due to rising incidents of rape or crime against women, Dubey said: “Instead of martial art training being viewed a ultimate thing what is important is survival training, which is based on the body science.”

“I believed in it when I started my Mission Prahar 14 years ago, due to my study of things and passion.”

Presently associated with most of the top Bollywood stars, and a part of few action movies as an action choreographer, Shifuji wants people to realise the need for self-training before expecting others to help them in trying times.

“I wish young brothers and sisters to introspect what they have done to protect even themselves. If they haven't, there is no point blaming others. Everyone should train himself to be fit and be able to protect oneself.”

Sunday, October 05, 2014

Kill the demon hidden in us first, says Ravana


By Sandeep Datta

As Ramlilas concluded Friday, there are many lessons this  annual enactment of Ramayana has left behind for the public to learn from and imbibe in their daily life, most important of all being killing the demon in us.

According Kuldeep Singh, who played Ravana's role in Lav Kush Ramlila Committee, Red Fort, Ramayana underlines the strong need to first kill the demon existing in our minds before searching happiness in life.

"There is demon hidden in us, in our thinking. "It comes out whenever we are dealing with others, especially the women fraternity. We all need to kill it with introspection."

"We need not forget a woman gave us birth after which we get related to sister, wife and daughter in our family. When we talk about women or view any modern girl with a lecherous mindset, like because of her dress, we need to remember if our own daughter or sister or mother does the same why we never develop any amorous feeling. We rather feel happy about them," he added. 

Apart from various lessons that Ramayana or its annual enactment in the form of Ramlila teaches us all is to check before your trust, says Chandni, who played Sita's role in the Nav Shree Dharmik Ramlila Committee at Red Fort.

"While it is good to know others. But there is need to revisit our definition of blind faith, as my role also conveys in a sense. We cannot forget it's Kalyuga, where one has to think many times before showing faith in strangers for any help," the Delhi University's English honours student added.
According to Varun Gupta, who played Hanuman's role in Lav Kush Ramlila at Red Fort, Ramlila conveys to us a lot about life, especially devotion and value of balancing as per different roles all of us play in daily life.

"As Hanuman, I would say devotion in life like my character reflects is very important in whatever we do but balance in life is also very important. I visit temple daily for 10 minutes where I lose myself in the feeling of being with God. Then I leave for work for next eight hours, where I don't take any personal call. When I return that time is meant just for family and nobody else," he said.
Sunny Kumar, who played Rama's role in Lav Kush Ramlila, feels what Rama did and how he did it in Satayuga was right at that time. "It left us a lot about how to lead a life in many aspects. Though the ideal life of Rama may not be possible for most of us but even if we derive even a fraction of the teachings His life conveys to us, we can transform our lives." 


Friday, August 08, 2014

Onkar Nath Datta leaves behind a legacy of kindness for all

By Sandeep Datta

Onkar Nath Datta, who left us all in his family for the heavenly abode recently following complications associated with a rare and serious autoimmune disorder called Guillain-Barre Syndrome, was a man who inspired one and all in many ways. 

Having celebrated a life worth being proud of by his loved ones, he breathed his last on the morning of June 8, 2014 at his house in Rani Bagh, Delhi. He was hospitalised at Fortis for a few months. 

Born to Smt. Sushila Kumari Datta and Choudhary Ram Avtar Datta on March 3, 1948 in Datiyan village of Punjab’s Gurdaspur district, Shri Onkar Nath had his early education there but later came to Delhi. 

Having graduated in commerce from Delhi University’s Hansraj college, he also did his post graduation from the same university. Later, he did I.C.W.A and MBA degree (Financial Management) from Annamalai University.

He encouraged and tutored several I.C.W.A, and Chartered Accountancy aspirants and other graduates without charging any fees, describing it as his social and moral duty. 

Shri Onkar Nath earned his share of fame in life in cricket since college days as an all rounder. He played with many top-class Ranji players. Later, he joined Gas Authority of India Ltd. (GAIL). He captained its Delhi team and All India team as well and been a member of Sports Control Board at GAIL. Later, he was promoted to the post of Senior Manager (Finance and Accounts). 

As a player and a captain he played for Rani Bagh Cricket Club, Hans Raj College, University of Delhi, and Ministry of Defense.

He was also associated with promotion of Mohyal Housing and welfare association at Mohyal colony, Gurgaon. He was executive member and joint sectary of Mohyal housing and welfare association and Secretary, Rani Bagh Mohyal sabha. 

Today, Shri Onkar Nath is survived by wife Smt. Sharda Datta, son Mahesh Datta, daughter-in-law Swati Datta and grandson Shiven, daughter Seema Vaid, son-in-law Rakesh Vaid and grandsons Mayank and Vipul Vaid. 

Having been a true friend and good colleague to many, Shri Onkar Nath also lived as an incredible son, husband, father, brother and guardian to many. The Datta family has donated Rs. 1000/- to GMS in his sweet memory.  

Monday, June 16, 2014

Barun Da...remembering the man missed by all

By Sandeep Datta
June 16, 2014 , 6.25 p.m.

Some people are simply unforgettable. Barun Haldar , whom everyone (only boys) affectionately called "Barun Da" but girls addressed as "BooRoon" with love has been one such person for me in journalism. 

Perhaps, he actually enjoyed being called like that by different genders during his years in Asian News International (ANI) news agency in Delhi. I remember how he habitually corrected every newcomer girl the moment she first called him "sir".  He would say: "No 'sir' for me. Either call me 'Grand Pa' or 'BOOO RUN'." "Now say it again: 'Booo Roon' not 'Barun'.  

Sometimes it looked as if these pretty girls, in their early 20s, chose talking to him for so long only to make the boys, envy of their proximity and comfort level with such a giant media figure like him. After all, he was a top-class voice over artiste; giving his voice for news items and other TV programmes in ANI after his illustrious career in All India Radio (AIR).

He also earned a lot of fame in AIR for his expertise developed because of his love for nuances of English language, especially, the pronunciation. He once told me that anyone could be relieved from his job as a Radio Jockey during his AIR days, if he found him or her mispronouncing even a single word even quite late in the night. 

He once said Shashi Tharoor, of the UN fame and Congress' disrepute, played in his lap during childhood. I believed his claim   

Therefore I always wondered what those barely college pass-outs would be 'discussing' with an intellectual like him. And, what on earth was letting him allow them steal his precious time.  But I always noticed that he too enjoyed gossiping. But Barun Da never uttered anything against the company. It was part of his smartness while conversing under the roof of the company.  

Barun Da always held his former boss of AIR and later ANI's Editor-in-Chief  I.Ramamohan Rao in high regard. Rao sahab, a former media adviser to prime minister Indira Gandhi, Rajiv Gandhi, and P.Narsimha Rao, has been my actual mentor in journalism, especially feature writing.

It was only much later that I found almost all girls used to 'bitch about ANI, salaries, and some of them would even discuss their latest crush or even family problems with him. Obviously, he enjoyed so much faith of everyone that all considered him really coooooooool. 

I would always hear a lot about him from others that this man is this much great, cool, lovable, wow and all other adjectives being said in admiration of his personality.  So my natural curiosity overwhelmed me to ensure that my seat was closest to his. Having read human behaviour and biographical books for about six-seven years before taking to journalism, it was quite natural for me to develop curiosity for an interesting personality like him. 

It was more like a little boy approaching a popular hero and trying his best to observe his every move with excitement and amazement. The objective was to understand his life-size personality and charm.  

Between our seats, there was a third person "Ganjoo sahab". Both of them used to talk to each other a lot. And, mostly Barun da used to ask something about news developments just as the occurred on TV screens installed on the wall near their seats. And, he would give his own unusual viewpoint. 

Ganjoo sahab, an expert on Kashmir affairs and solid journalist, would always explain this happened because of that and "take my words for that Barun Da.....ye pagal hain Congress wale". Both would keep betting on any move of the government or the opposition BJP. Though it's a fact that no matter what....nobody ever cherished even a single toffee or cup of tea out of their 'win' or 'loss' in the name of so called daily 'bets'.

I used to act as an onlooker who would just smile whenever Barun da would turn towards me, expecting me to support his words in their arguments. I disappointed him most of the times in their arguments.

Soon he started describing me as as pro-BJP and anti-Congress person. So when Ganjoo sahab left ANI, showing middle finger to his immediate boss, it was just Barun da and me. I felt delighted. It would be only me and him for discussions in spare time! Yahooo!

Barun da was also very fond of talking to Vaibhav, a highly decent person and handsome anchor. They would always converse in English and discuss scripts and pronunciations. I always thought Vaibhav also enjoyed his company a lot....and it used to make me jealous whenever they went for tea-break at 5.00 and dinner at 7.30 in the evening. They never invited me to the cafeteria to join their discussions.

But still I was happy most of the time, Barun da had none other than me to discuss hardcore political developments. I admit that I even started studying newspapers quite seriously only to be prepared to talk to him in the office time. I was into feature writings so political news was of least importance to me professionally in those days. But still I would read papers religiously… only to be fully prepared to answer his criticism of the BJP folks and even Hindu traditions.

He branded me BJP man. And, he would invariably ask me to owe responsibility or explain statements of BJP leaders or even firebrand Vishwa Hindu Parishad leaders like Praveen Togadia. When Babri-Ram Janambhoomi verdict of the Supreme Court was read out, all greeted me, except him. lols. It was all due to his public projection of me. Frankly, I enjoyed whenever he felt irritated or angry about BJP. I knew the moment he would turn around from the TV screen, I would be held ‘guilty’ for entire BJP.    
       
But one day he gave me a rare insight of his hidden self. I remember once I went on a 10-day pilgrimage to seek blessings of seven incarnations of Goddess Vaishno in Himachal Pradesh and Jammu. On my return, he surprised me about his value for Hindu Gods when he said: "Sann..dippp, will you give me just a bit of "Dhool" (dust) from under your feet since you have returned after having an audience of highly revered Devis." I was pleasantly shocked. I never thought he actually held such a deep regard for Goddesses, as I always found him criticising traditional Hindu rituals being practiced blindly in India.

The incident shook my false sense of pride in observation. It left me thinking, actually how much there was still left to understand about this little explored Barun da, the evergreen man of different shades.



Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Celebrating life through Photography (Part I)

By Sandeep Datta, May 28, 2014

Never thought anything could be equally charming and delightful the way writing feels to a short story writer by heart and journalist by profession like me. But photography proved me wrong.

Having learnt a bit of designing and painting or achieving a bit in badminton, cricket or kabaddi in sports, before my late 20s to late 30s in journalistic world, I feel I was born for photography and writing. This is the reason I have developed keenness to explore photography a bit seriously than any hobbyist.

There are so many reasons that one should take to photography. Most important of such reasons being it is the best activity for those who wish to enjoy life to the fullest like a unique celebration of life.

Photography opens up a universe of happy moments for anyone who wishes to explore or do something different, something new, or something distinct every time. There is so much to learn and explore that one finds just one life is not enough and craves for more.

By the time we manage to click satisfactory pics, we feel why didn't we start much earlier in life to stretch our span of photographing lot more than we have. Still, one must feel blessed that he or she took to photography and turned a new person overnight.

The art of photography offers something unique for anyone. No matter how much accomplished or not so successful we have been in other forms of livelihood or challenging careers, photography has something for almost everyone to learn.

It involves a hug scope to develop, to recreate and to wow the world around oneself with regular practice. Interestingly, mere a few days or weeks enables the inquisitive mind to capture anything ordinary and represent it extraordinarily.

From grandparents' wooden stick or broken glasses, old fountain pen or time piece or  an iron of 1950s, or even any piece of age-old crockery from the storeroom or father's first scooter to the dead tree near one's house or just any flower you come around during a walk, anything can be turned into an invaluable piece of art with an artistic click. All it requires is "an eye to recognise the hidden beauty".

Photography offers so much that a life looks too small of a time to collect it all and use it. But surely, just clicking photographs with a costly camera doesn't make you a good photographer. One needs to learn this art step by step.

   Be it the most recommended "study of light and shades" by observation, or  "learning to see" much before clicking things around, or the need to differentiate between the main subject and other things "worth inclusion or exclusion in a shot's composition", or  the decision to realise juxtaposition in a scene, or "the story in a scene", or even the significance of a gesture or story behind a person's reaction visible on one's face -- everything is worth a photographer's observation.



Monday, September 23, 2013

Why not say it than regret it all your life

By Sandeep Datta


   
Sometimes it is best to just say it rather keep regretting it for the rest of the life. I realised it while returning from my last day of this week's night shifts the Monday (Sep 22, 2013). 

It so happened that for a very long time I waited, waited, and waited to click a  particular old baba near my house. He lives in a small hut built on Hindu Rao hospital's land. 

One can see through his tiny makeshift house only while returning from the hospital, as it gets covered or hidden due to a long banyan and other trees on the side of the main road, which leads people into the hospital premises. 

But the baba has a distinct appeal for any portrait photographer or painter. His face always remain covered with a thick silver-coloured 'jungle' of hair. 

And, most importantly, he also maintains long hair stretching till his waist. He keeps them tied in a hairdo form but keeps it placed in the middle of his head, offering him a look of any highly accomplished ascetic. He leaves his hair open for some time everyday to let them get dried after taking a bath.

I always felt drawn to his looks but couldn't gather enough courage to approach him for taking his photo. As I always felt my capturing him through a camera might prove rubbing an old man utterly wrong way. Who knows he may even start throwing choicest of expletives before all passersby and blame me for trespassing. 

Well...well..well...though I had tried once or twice to click him from a distance without letting him notice me, every time I failed miserably to click him properly.

Today...don't know from where I gathered some courage and stopped my bike a little away from him. I notice in the side mirror that he was sitting just perfectly. 

With none of his admirers or so call patients around after a long time, I get down from my bike and suddenly went straight to him and asked if I could take his photo.

But immediately I felt I had framed my request improperly. And, it could mean rubbing him the wrong way. I thought I should have rather said: "Babaji would you mind if I took just one photo." Any how, the 'mistake' had been committed. And, I had no choice but to keep my fingers crossed and wait for his most likely "Noooooo".

But..to my amazement, he said: "Yes, yes. You can." O my God! I just couldn't believe my luck today. For, here was a man I hesitated to approach all these years for one click. And, it proved to be such a foolish hesitation all this time. 

I clicked about three close up pictures of him as per my long nurtured desired and two others as per his desire; along with his pamphlet stating that he could treat so many medical problems free of cost in just five days! 

But on my way to home, I realised how uselessly sometimes we keep hesitating all our lives in speaking our mind to others and expressing the innocent wish. 
    
Surely, sometimes it is best to follow you heart and just blurt it out !!!! Isn't it? 

By Sandeep Datta

Sunday, September 01, 2013

Indian system makes mockery of gang-rape victim



Is woman modesty so cheap to be outraged? Yes. Does Indian system take a gang-rape so lightly? Yes. Does anyone in the government has a young daughter? No. Is there actually any 'powerful woman' to feel the Janta Janardan's pulse and do something exemplary about it? You must be joking.

It looks our judiciary did not understand what every daughter, sister, wife and mother meant when they supported the anti-rape protests in Delhi. It seems the law ministry never felt the pulse of the public. It seems none in the government could sense what it meant when thousands of children, students, and women along with men were protesting for days in the chilling winter of December at the Rajpath.

It has been proved our Indian system, in entirety, failed to empathise why people of all ages hit the roads despite water cannons and police's brutality to protest. 

Was that all to get barely three years for meting out savagery to a girl, who could be anyone's family member tomorrow (including any minister's or even judicial official's family). Was all those big words of 'exemplary' , 'getting justice', 'tears in eyes' , or 'pained' and every bull shit word to show compassion was meaningless? Shame, Shame, Shame on such a disgusting judgement and the mockery of public sentiments by government. It looks Indians will have to offer a taste of Indian Spring on the lines of Arab Spring to the existing system to ring the bell. Or, the government and judiciary have shown public to resort to street justice from now onwards?????? Who will trust them now?: Sandeep Datta.

Sunday, August 04, 2013

Thinking of you...on Friendship Day

On Friendship Day...I think of each and every person who turned my friend and  influenced my life in a special way.

As these have been those extraordinary souls who shaped my life, who inspired me to move ahead despite everything, who supported me in the most distressing times, who felt my pain as their pain and prayed for me in temples and churches for me, who prepared and brought special meals...Rajma-rice, Idli-Chattni, Sambhar in their lunch boxes and  ....Upma and Rasam and even Paranthas... when I was compelled to survive for months on just Maggie and a cup of tea.

I miss all those who always bothered to ask me...Kaise ho....when nobody did...who either played with me: defeating me or let me beat them.. or simply appreciated my performances in badminton to kabaddi...cricket to martial art bouts when I had none to celebrate it with at home or around....

I remember my days spent with those during my first job in a magazine, when we used to work and enjoy meals together.

I miss all those who bunked classes with me after recess during school days for years and suffered teachers' reprimand or punishment in class or assembly with sticks the following day. But they still kept silent about who was their leader in mass bunking...

I cannot forget all those from Bhartiya Vidya Bhavan who worked for days and nights during post graduation and M.Phil days...I also badly miss all those who worked for long hours during textile designing days at J.D.Institute of fashion technology.

I thank all those who are no more colleagues but rather feel as a Family of Friends in my life from ANI..including my core group and ....I miss my lunches and tea-times with my buddy-cum-Punjabi bhra and other selective and affectionate friends from ANI's Print section...and especially those colleagues who are still in touch with me like brothers or guides ....

I value my that very colleague from Assam who is today more than a friend...and another...from the same state...who has just married but did not bother to inform :).

But most importantly ..I remember and thank those Three Idiots...of my college life who believed in me during college days while living in my neighbourhood even when I had lost all hope to even learn Angrezi due to being a government school student who had his education till graduation in Hindi medium....for enabling me to become what I am today. I dedicate my everything to your care, affection and belief in me.

Thank you very much each one of you for letting me realise how a life turns a true celebration of life due to friends.  With Love and Affection: Sandeep Datta.