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Published under: Project Artist’s 52 weeks Copyright 2008 Rakesh Soni

I’ll be making a YouTube  video of this poem soon

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I flew from Vancouver to Beijing at 1:50 noon of 8th july, when sun was smiling at its peak. The flight took eleven and half hour before I landed in Beijing at 4:20 eve on 9th july, flying all the way over Gulf of Alaska, Bering Sea, crossing international time line. I got window seat and whenever I glimpsed out of the window, I saw Lord Sun cheering up with me throughout the flight.

But Moon uncle should have shown up too coz how come date changed to 9th july from 8th without a night? I was like who stole my 8th july night? What would I write about my past that I never had a 8th july night in year 2008? Thats strange, hey?

Anyways, you know what, God never cheat on you!

I got my 8th july night back on 7th August, while flying back to Canada. I took off from New Delhi at 3 am of 7th Aug and landed in Edmonton at 9 pm of the same day, so technically there shouldnt be any night coz it was same day but I experienced a night in my flight to Vancouver from Beijing. I heard uncle Moon saying, dude, get your 8th July night back!

I was like thanks man, but will people believe if I say I flew on 7th noon from Canada and landed on 9th in India but flying back on 8th July night, what a bizarre!

“But who is responsible for it?” Moon seriously questioned me.

Before he started preaching me about climate issue or any other shit done by mankind, I quickly responded “Wright Brothers!”

“You never change” he laughed and headed to china with promise to see in Edmonton soon.

Woohoo………….. finally I’m gonna fly to India next week, expected to land at Delhi Airport on 10th July early morning, pretty excited to smell ‘apni desh ki mitti’ lol. Yeah, its almost two years when I flew to Edmonton, gone through hard as well as good time here but India was always there in mind, even every second of my life. Few of you must be thinking, ‘firangi ban gaya hai sala‘ but honestly speaking, you can feel increased level of Indianess in my personality lol.

And ya, I haven’t told anybody yet coz trip wasnt confirmed so thought to tell you now. Anyways, I’ll be staying there for almost three weeks and I have no idea who I am gonna meet outside Jaipur. Lets see but I’ll definitely gonna call you and feel free to message me on my email id or on Orkut for my contact number in Jaipur.

Chalo bye, hope to see you all soon

Published under: Project Artist’s 52 weeks Copyright 2008 Rakesh Soni

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The entertainment system was malfunctioned in the flight while returning back to Edmonton frm Toronto so I was like dude, how am I gonna spend three hours, I dont even have a babe sitting beside me who I can talk to. Then, I recalled old ISM days and thought to write a poem on valentine’s day celebration :). I started writting somethng on back of my flight ticket and here is what I wrote that time. Though, I made few changes in the original one but whatever………. I must have missed a lot to mention in this poem so it’d be great if you add your lines in it too Also check out few bc pictures and terminilogy used in the poem lol.

ps: this event was mainly planned by petro janta n they really did great job :) 

-FOSLA=Frustrated One Sided Lovers’ Association

-DIAMOND and EMERALD are boys hostels, and RUBY is a girls hostel in ISM.

-ISM=Indian

-MinMach = Mining Machinery Engineering, Petro=Petroleum Engineering

Pic1: Valentine’s day poll booth

pic-2: a poster by Bajrangis, who were against valentine’s day

Published under: Project Artist’s 52 weeks Copyright 2008 Rakesh Soni

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Published under: Project Artist’s 52 weeks Copyright 2008 Rakesh Soni

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I and Zakir were wondering why he wasn’t showing any curiosity in us. Though, he was an Indian. We were thinking about the cashier at Mac’s store while Zakir was paying for the chips and coke, we bought.

“Aap muslim ho?” (are you a Muslim?), all of sudden the cashier showed keen interest when he saw Zakir wearing a ‘tabiz’, while returning the change back. We were surprisingly happy but speechless for a moment.

“Not really, I was actually a Muslim but then I realized the cowardice of my ancestors who were forcefully converted to Muslims, and decided to become a Hindu again.” Zakir immediately responded with a gentle smile and one could see an extremist’s balls burning. But its Canada, extremists are helpless in this country.

We headed out of the store, but I was annoyed by his ridiculous behavior.

“Zakir, why did you act like that to the poor fellow?” I wanted him to apprehend the misbehavior.

“Dude, tell me am I a Muslim first or an Indian?” he replied me with no guilty.

Zakir’s question appeased all my worries and we walked down the street, enjoying the chips with coke.

Published under: Project Artist’s 52 weeks Copyright 2008 Rakesh Soni

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आज एक और परीक्षा से छुटकारा मिला है, तो सोचा एक हिन्दी चिटठा लिख दूँ | इस बार में ‘एडमण्टन में होली’ के बारे में लिखने जा रहा हूँ और ऐसा विश्वाश करता हूँ की आप यह चिटठा पसंद आएगा |

भारतीये छात्र संघ ने होली का आयोजन विश्वविध्यालय परिसर में करवाया था और तकरीबन ३० छात्र एवं छात्राए आए थे | संघ ने रात्री भोजन का भी प्रबंद किया था जो की सराहनिये था | कार्यक्रम शाम ७:०० बजे से शुरू होने वाला था लेकिन महान भारतीये जनता, अपनी महानता को कैसे छोड़ सकती है और अधिकतर लोग ८:३० बजे तक पहुँच, हालांकि में समय से पहुँच गया था क्यों में समय का काफी पाबन्द हो गया हूँ | फिर भी जनता किस तरह से इकठ्ठी हो गई ही HUB Mall के एक बड़े से कक्ष में और सब से पहले सब ने समोसों का आनद उठाया और एईस बिच जनता का वार्तालाप चलता रहा | तत्पश्चात, भोजन का सेवन किया गया |

इस बिच एक और बिन्दु देखा मैंने की, मुख्यतः वहा पे पंजाबी गाने ही चलाये जा रहे थे जो की ३-४ व्यक्तियों को छोड़ के किसी को समझ में नही आ रहे थे, और दुःख की बात तो यह थी की इतने पढे लिखे लोगों के बिच से भी क्षेत्रवाद की बू आ रही थी क्योंकि जैसे ही तेलगू और राजस्थानी गाना चला तो कुछ बेवकूफ लोगों को दिक्कत होने लगी. और विचार की तो बात यह है की वो बेवकूफ लोगों में कुछ कार्येकरनी सद्शय भी थे.  अगर आन्द्रप्रदेश का एक व्यक्ति पंजाबी गाने सुन सकता है तो एक पंजाबी की क्या उंगली होती है, मुझे समझ में नही आया | लेकिन समस्या यही है की भारत में मूर्खों की कमी नही है

चलो कोई बात नही, फिर जब जनता इंतजार करते करते थक गई तो जाने का सोचने लगी और तब जा के आयोजक लोग जागे की अब होली खेलने की व्यवस्था करनी चाहिए लेकिन तब तक कुछ लोग जा चुके थे | लगभग १०:१५ बजे रात को फिर हमने होली का आनद उठा, एक दूसरे को विभिन्न रंगो से रंगा और काफ़ी मस्ती ली | हालांकि उस समय तापमान शून्य से १० डिग्री निचे था और कुछ लोगों ने तो बर्फ एक दूसरे पे डाली | एक छोटे से क्षेत्र (१० x ८ फ़ुट ) में होली खेल सकते थे क्योंकि यहाँ पे रंग से खेलने से दीवार और बाकि जगह गन्दी हो सकती थी | वैसे पिछली बार तो छात्र संघ ने इतना भी आयोजन नही किया था, इस लिए इस बार की कार्यकारनी सद्धयों की सराहना करता हूँ |

यहाँ पे मैं कुछ तस्वीर लगा रहा हूँ, उस से आप आंकलन लगा सकते है किस तरह से हम होली का आनद लेते है यह पे |

Published under: Project Artist’s 52 weeks Copyright 2008 Rakesh Soni

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Just a try! I used Tablet with Macomedia Fireworks.

Published under: Project Artist’s 52 weeks Copyright 2008 Rakesh Soni

Declaimer: This is purely a fictional work, and resemblance of characters, incidence, place or dialogues is just a coincidence.
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“Sorry Soni, if it hurt you. I did it for fun though”, Andrew vindicated after amusing us by a very typical Indian accent while we were enjoying the drinks in the pub. And everyone was expecting an aggressive rejoinder from me because of being made fun of my country’s people.

“Whatever, we don’t give a shit to anybody, man. We got everything our own…… our own religion…… our own culture……. our own Bollywood….. our own Indian English….. our own military power……… not dependent on anybody in this world. We are not like other stupid country that follows western back, are we? We have guts to define things, got it man?” I didn’t want India to lose its standing at all. Everyone nodded but Andrew got something to say.

“But Dude, you don’t respect women”. He laughed. It brought forth an issue, made of misconceptions as well as truth. Its truth that hundreds of women are being molested everyday in India but is it only India?

“So you think women are highly disrespected in India, right?” One can see a serious side of me.

“Yeah, its not only me but all the people, hey?” he nodded.

Though, I never get offended by blockheads but they don’t even know about their own country than how can one expect them to have knowledge about India.

“Western world respect women because you throw loonies on her puss while she is crawling like an animal on the stage in the strip clubs, coz your rappers treat them like shit in the videos and use vulgar words for them, and that makes you so happy that you rock on the dance floor for whole night, coz you make them pregnant and leave them to cry with their baby forever, coz you make them drug addict, coz you encourage them to join escort services, coz you cheat on them every night. This is how you fucking respect a woman?” I yelled on all the airheads who believe, whatever westerners do is right. “Sorry man, we are happy we don’t respect women in western style”. I continued with pitying on him. Everyone was shocked and quite.

“I am totally agreed with you, but you have to admit, women aren’t in good standing in India”. Christie broke the silence on the table by raising a valid point.

“I know about women’s situation in India and we are trying to restore our ancient culture and philosophy but before you question someone, have a look at your world. Anyways, I am taking off”. I had bottoms up and glanced at exit.

“Hey listen, its interesting to know about what the world think of us, lets chat more” Christie said enthusiastically.

“Sorry babe, maybe next time” I said without looking back at her and walked out of the pub.