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  1. 1. EDITION #001 ▪ JANUARY 2050achievers - invincibles - topping the troops - people next door - and moreCover Story: Pathway to Peaceby Fazeela MollickCOLORSSPECIALPHOTOGRAPHYSPECIALEDITIONPLUS NEWSECTIONSApril-May 2013
  2. 2. CONTENTS regulars04 Cover Story: Pathway to Peace06 Topping the Troops: Shaheed-e-Azam Bhagat Singh07 Invincibles: Story of Aparthied and South Africa Cricket08 Achievers: Oye Dipankar Dipankar Oye16 People Next Door: Atithi Devo Bhava (Guests Are God) columns09 Youth and Spirituality: It’s the Circle of Life10 Musical Healing: Introduction to Classical Music11 From Across Two Oceans: A Rainbow Nation12 Modern Day Fables- Junglenagar: Tortoise and Rabbit creatives13 Fulfilling Art: Parzania- A Place To Be14 Hearty Tales: We Loved But in Pauses15 Ageless Verses: The Window Seat18 Picture Power: Colors Theme Photography think it over23 The Burning QuestionPhotography Special Volume: ColorsSpoorthi TeamEditors (editor@spoorthimag.com)Aman AroraFazeela MollickRaghav GautamDesigner (For Colors Issue)Raghav Gautam SPOORTHIMAGfacebook.com/spoorthimagtwitter.com/spoorthimaggplus.to/spoorthimagpinterest.com/spoorthimageditor@spoorthimag.comwww.spoorthimag.com002WELCOMECONTENTS
  3. 3. MESSAGE FROMTHE EDITORThe artist’s canvas oftengreets the eye with color. That waspretty much the idea behind thistheme. Paintings, photographs, thetraditional costumes of peoplesfrom around the world, any visualartistry, from man-made pottery tocomputer-generated graphic imagesimpress us with their beauty in theircolorful presentations.We are surrounded bycolors. An artist’s life is a testimonyof colors. A writer uses colors todescribe scenes and emotions. Aproduction unit for TV or film plansout the location, lighting, and set upapparatus to make colours appearauthentic.When we have to leave ourhomes for any social occasion wetry on a number of outfits from ourwardrobe and make our choicedepending on what suits the activity,our taste or mood. What we do bythis simple act is attempt to createan individual style using colours.We enjoy nature and clicknumerous photographs becausenature is beautiful and we wish to re-cord its beauty. Each color has a roleand a space, like the instruments inan orchestra that blend to create aperfect harmony.Certain colors or combinationof colors could affect our senses,some soothe, and others agitate ormake us uneasy. Colours may alsocreate divisions. The colors of teamjerseys or flags show our allegianceto a team or country. Even in religioncolors that are part of rituals, cloth-ing and symbols may indicate thefaith we follow. Sometimes suchdivisions, due to our loyalty anddevotion, can become hostile andmake the beauty of the colors lessappealing.We selected the theme‘Colors’to respect all colors of life, toappreciate differences and varietyand to see the beautiful in our color-ful world.Aman AroraFazeela MollickMaharajahInspired reading the second edition of Spoor-thi..!! My Respect on Women have increasedmuch more... The way you guys presentedand covered the topics are highly commend-able... From sports to charity to defence toa very common women yet being powerfulwere presented very well... One Persona thatwas missing to my opinion is Madam MarieCurie... but outstanding collections of Articles,Poems and some interesting arguments onrapes...I now look forward for the forthcom-ing editions...I am volunteering to write oneon FOOD for May Month...(if space available)...Men of Quality, Respect Women’s Equality#ClassTanushree R SarkarI love both the sketches of this edition.The article on Kiran Bedi and Mahadevi Vermawas superb, get to know so many thingsabout these two ladies. I didnt know thatKiran Bedi used to play tennis also. Wow!!!how cool is that??? It must have inspiresmany woman like me.Jayeeta GhoseIn the second edition of‘Spoorthi’it remindsus, the women and also the men of ourstrength…. it empowers us and gives us thesword (in writing) to move on…. highlightingon the livesof women across diversified social and eco-nomic strata…. their achievements againstvarious and allpossible odds….‘Spoorthi’gives us the cour-age to believe in ourselves…. reaffirms usthat we can….We selected the theme‘Colors’to respect allcolors of life, to appreciate differences andvariety and toEMAIL: editor@spoorthimag.com WEB: www.spoorthimag.comFeedbacks For Women’s Special
  4. 4. PATHWAY TOPEACE“We share the same biology regard-less of ideology.” (Sting)Religions colour the world, as do nature’s most attractive species offlowers. Infused in the scriptures of each faith there is prose and poetry toamaze and elevate, to contemplate and analyse. Although forms of worshipwill differ, they all incorporate recitation, reading and study of their Scripturesin various languages as well as chants, music and inspirational songs. Thereare holy days when adherents commemorate or celebrate an event or occa-sion on their religious calendars, some joyful, others more sombre.Human beings from the dawn of civilization have based their faithon the commands and guidance of a deity or in some cases, deities. Theyworship, praise and acknowledge that there is a being or presence on whomthey rely, and to whom they ask for favours, blessings, forgiveness, mercy andsustenance. In all parts of the globe there are houses of worship that havebeen in existence for centuries and many are still in use. These buildings,monuments and sanctuaries continue to attract countless visitors, some toworship, others to admire their ancient architectural grandeur and beauty.That we could construct temples, mosques, churches and synagoguesas sanctuaries for worship and meditation speaks of the inherent spiritualnature of human beings, a nature with the capacity for goodness, kind-ness, generosity, understanding and compassion. Unfortunately misguidedreligious leaders have used their sermons and lectures to incite hatred andintolerance propelling their followers into acts of violence and barbarism allin the name of religion. The primary teachings of all religions focus on peace,moral behaviour and harmonious relations among all peoples. And yet,countries have fought religious wars; various religious sects have committeddespicable acts of violence against each other; neighbours who once lived inharmony kill each other. Today we are witness to frenzied mobs destroyingholy sites and burning libraries while others, including security forces engagein the rape and murder of innocents.It may appear that religion, instead of saving our souls, have made uslose our humanity. Thankfully the innate goodness of human nature gives ustremendous hope for the future. The good news is that today there is muchAUTHOR: Fazeela Mollick EMAIL: fmollick@gmail.comCOVER STORY004
  5. 5. greater understanding and co-operation among faiths. However, thenoble and selfless work of visionaries of all faiths in this area is not as wellpublicized, as it should be. This may be because positive images and storiesdo not attract sufficient readers and viewers.Among many such positive stories is one about a church in Scotlandthat gave its neighbours in a nearby mosque an area to pray, as the mosquewas too small to accommodate all the worshippers. In a small village in Por-tugal, members of different faiths share space in one building and combinetheir efforts in looking after the needy.Inter-religious understanding and cooperation is vital if the peoples ofour world are to exist in harmony, in peace and safety. No one wants a worldwhere fear controls our existence, where lovers cannot marry and are harmedbecause they’re from different faiths, where people are not allowed freedomof worship. We want religious leaders to guide the adherents of their faithto attitudes and behaviours that reflect the dignity of all human beings andtheir noble qualities. These leaders have a responsibility to speak words thatwill inspire and motivate their listeners to actions that will benefit societiesnot disrupt them.In my part of the world, (and perhaps elsewhere) people often refrainfrom discussing religion and politics. The reason is that these two topics oftencause heated arguments and can cause gatherings and relationships to turnas sour as a lemon. We ultimately choose to argue from the point that“mybelief system is better than yours”, or“my party should be in government, notyours.” Of course passionately giving opinions as to why this should be so.Leaving politics aside, it seldom occurs to us to discuss religion witha view to understanding and appreciating similarities with the hope that indoing so we can remove fear and increase our knowledge.Martin Luther King Jr. said,“People fail to get along because they feareach other. They fear each other because they don’t know each other. Theydon’t know each other because they have not communicated properly witheach other.”And that may be the crux of the problem – communication andfurthermore, how we communicate. Our utterances can change the course ofa conversation or interaction. Gracious words, respect, listening attentively,responding in a polite manner are all ways in which we can communicatesuccessfully. There’s a saying that“it takes two to tangle”so if one person re-fuses to become embroiled in an argument, it will not take place. To improveour inter-religious relationships we must remove that fear through increasedand respectful dialogue.In so doing, we can decrease or eradicate enmity, hatred and intoler-ance while encouraging friendship, love and understanding.Furthermore, we need to focus on what connects us, rather than whatseparates and divides. We should never admit defeat and hand over our com-munities, our societies to those whose agenda it is to create and maintaindisharmony through their misguided notions.We should daily practise charity and show compassion for our fellowhuman beings. We must believe our collective good actions can effect posi-tive change.Nature, in all its grand and gorgeous colours, delights our eyes. We’rea blaze of colour ourselves – the diversity of races, cultures, music, religions.We’re as beautiful as a field of flowers. And through this diversity we canstrive to find common ground to create and sustain harmonious societies.005
  6. 6. “A CLEAN FIGHTER WHO FACED HIS ENEMY IN THE OPEN FIELD… HEWAS LIKE A SPARK WHICH BECAME A FLAME IN A SHORT TIME AND SPREADFROM ONE END OF THE COUNTRY TO THE OTHER DISPELLING THE PREVAIL-ING DARKNESS EVERYWHERE”described Pandit Nehru at Congress KarachiSession in 1931, thus acknowledging that the popularity of Bhagat Singh wasleading to a new national awakening. A martyr symbolizing eternal youth, hisideas continue to enthrall and motivate the youth.Born into a family of revolutionaries, Bhagat Singh was highly influ-enced by ideologies of Kartar Singh and was eager to follow his footsteps.The Jallianwala Bagh massacre left an indelible impression of atrocities byEnglishmen on his mind. He keenly participated in Non-Cooperation Move-ment but after Mahatma Gandhi called off the movement (because of theviolent murders of policemen by villagers), he realized that Gandhi and hecan never be on same wavelength. Being well aware of the need for a unifiedyouth front, which could help the political leaders whenever need arises, hefounded Naujawan Bharat Sabha in March 1926.Though he was still a teen-ager ,he travelled far and wide ,leaving no stone unturned to motivate youth.An ardent fan of Karl Marx and the doctrine of Socialism, he renamedthe Hindustan Republican Association to Hindustan Socialist RepublicanAssociation (HSRA). He wanted socialism to be the model for India, and that,after studying on the subject all over the world. One thing that is missedabout him is his education. He was fluent in at least five languages, and hadstudied world history, was also well aware of the current affairs in the world.These all helped shape his ideology for an Indian revolution. He shunned allthe worldly desires and was whole-heartedly dedicated towards the freedommovement.To avenge the death of Lala Lajpat Rai in 1928, Bhagat Singh and hiscompatriots killed John Saunders. Though this action was widely criticized bypolitical leaders but it exalted these revolutionaries in the eyes of commonmasses. Inspired by a French anarchist, Bhagat Singh and BK Dutt explodedsmoke bombs inside the Central Legislative Assembly, showered leaflets stat-ing their purpose and shouted the slogan“Inquilab Zindabad!”(“Long Livethe Revolution!”). The idea was to make their voices heard by the deaf earsof British Government and not to kill anybody, as their own eminent leaderswere part of the Assembly. To clear away their terrorist tag, they decided tosurrender and instead use the trial as a means to spread their message toevery nook and corner of the country.Even inside the jail, Bhagat Singh and his companions continued to re-volt against the ways and methodologies of British governance. They startedan indefinite hunger strike demanding same rules and facilities for bothEuropean and Indian prisoners. Following his example, hunger strikes werestarted in many jails of the country. This enraged the Viceroy and a specialtribunal was setup to speedily complete the trial. The hunger strike lasted 116days and at that time the popularity of Bhagat Singh was nearly at par withGandhi’s popularity. When Bhagat Singh came to know that his father hadwritten a petition to the Tribunal, he felt flummoxed and an excerpt from thereply states“I feel as though I have been stabbed at the back. Had any otherperson done it, I would have considered it to be nothing short of treachery.But in your case, let me say that it has been a weakness - a weakness of theworst type”. Few days before the date of execution, Bhagat Singh wrote apetition to the government stating that he was a war prisoner as he hadrevolted against the King George 5th and thus should be shot dead insteadof being hanged.Bhagat Singh never feared death and he knew that his death wouldinspire many youngsters to be a part of the uprising. In a letter to his fatherhe stated“My life is not so precious, at least to me, as you may probably thinkit to be. It is not at all worth buying at the cost of my principles”. He truly livedby the motto he coined for Naujawan Bharat Sabha -“to suffer and sacrificethrough service”. Being a rational thinker and an erudite person, he alwaysemphasized that motive of action should be the main consideration whilejudging the offence of an accused. He believed that non-violence as policywas indispensable for mass movements and violent means should be usedonly when it becomes a terrible necessity. Unlike his peers, who believed thatGod provides them the necessary courage and motivation, Bhagat Singhrelied on his mind for the strength and denied the existence of God. He alsodid not advocate any particular religion as it could lead to communalism.The legend of Bhagat Singh continues to captivate the youth. Over theyears several filmmakers have made films on Bhagat Singh’s life. He was votedas the“Greatest Indian”in a poll by the Indian magazine India Today in 2008,ahead of Subhas Chandra Bose and Gandhi.SHAHEED-E-AZAMBHAGAT SINGHAUTHOR: Vaibhav Bahl EMAIL: vaibhbahl@gmail.comTOPPING THE TROOPS006
  7. 7. His home country raised objections against his selection in the opposi-tion team. The laws of Apartheid disallowed any black, colored or Indian play-ers in the South African team or in any team touring South Africa. When Eng-land picked Basil D’Oliveira in their squad in their 1968 tour to South Africa,South African Prime Minister John Vorster refused to let him into the countryand termed D’Oliveira’s inclusion as an attempt to fulfill“political objectives.”The tour was called off by the MCC. Following this, South Africa away toursto England in 1970 and Australia in 1971-72 were cancelled in protest againstapartheid. The International Cricket Council (ICC) in 1971 banned South Africaand the world was deprived from seeing the likes of Graeme Pollock, BarryRichards, Mike Procter and others. These cricketers played the World cricketseries for the Rest of the World team and in Rebel tours from 1982-90, but theinternational stage was denied their performance.What South Africa cricket lost, the world of cricket also lost. Politicshas affected sports as it affects all the spheres of life in a country. In their lastseries, before isolation, South Africa had beaten Australia 4-0 and who knowsif they could have challenged the mightiness of the mighty West Indies.South Africa finally came back into international cricket in 1992 andplayed what was their first one-day international, against India in that coun-try. They participated in the 1992 World Cup in Australia and New Zealandand began hosting tests. While success on the cricket field was mixed, it wasthe mixed crowd that made former South African captain, Ali Bacher, approveof the team’s new beginning. He said,‘‘Two or three years ago, if you saw 100blacks that would have been a lot. Now the crowds truly represent the peopleof the country.”While black faces made the core of the football team, thecricket team had no black player until Makhaya Ntini made his debut in 1998.But the black people cheered for the team just the same. Ntini’s career couldhave come to an early end when he was charged and convicted of rape in1999 but the South African cricket board supported him and he went on tobecome a successful cricketer.South African Cricket once had to put reserve spots in the team forBlack cricketers. It is unfortunate, however, that with seventy-eight percent ofthe population being Black, they needed a quota for Black players. However,one needs to understand how things work in a country which has been ruledby the Whites, and where Blacks lacked basic rights including rights to goodeducation and jobs. This situation has improved to some degree. Quotas aregood only until they serve the purpose. The present South African CricketBoard has learned enough lessons and the success of the team testifies tothis. They don’t need any quota; they don’t need to judge a cricketer by thecolor of his skin. They can easily choose the best players available, and be thebest team they can be. And they have proven this time and again.Obviously, one can’t get back players like Graeme Pollock, BarryRichards or Mike Procter; neither can one get players like Allan Lamb, RobinSmith, and partly, Kepler Wessels to shift their international records to reflectthem as representing Cricket South Africa. Today, Dale Steyn and VernonPhilander have more than replaced the magic of Shaun Pollock and MakhayaNtini. They’re ranked one and two respectively in ICC Test Rankings. Addto that, Hashim Amla sits firmly at the top of Test and ODI batting charts, aposition shared with A B De Villiers in the ODI charts. Lowan Tsotsobe is thehighest ranked South African bowler in the ODIs at number five, having beenat one recently. It’s not that because of Blacks that the team is doing well in allformats, neither because of Whites. They became the first team to be rankednumber 1 in all three formats on 28 August 2012. It’s that the nation’s truepotential can be realized only when skill and not skin color is responsible forselection.STORY OFAPARTHEIDAUTHOR: Aman Arora EMAIL: aman@spoorthimag.comINVINCIBLES“THERE IS NO EASY WALK TO FREEDOM ANYWHERE, AND MANY OF US WILLHAVE TO PASS THROUGH THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH AGAIN ANDAGAIN BEFORE WE REACH THE MOUNTAINTOP OF OUR DESIRES.”NELSON MANDELA007
  8. 8. Sometimes, when I see stereotyped Indian‘masala’movies wherea dashing hero with immeasurable power lifts a car with his bare hands,smash a dozen bad guys with it, and rescues the sensuous young lady fromthe captivity of a nasty old villain, I cover my face with disappointment andquestion to myself,“for how long will they use the same plot and ingredientsin their movies?”Well, I am glad there is other side of Indian cinema too, a parallel side,where some gutsy directors attempt to do something out of the ordinary.Parallel or alternative cinema provides a platform to those who love to gounconventional. The aim is to give more scope for creativity and aestheticallyrich production in the realm of film-making. Fortunately, box office collec-tion is not a concern but focused more on delivering something useful to thesociety.Dibakar Banerjee, a name which has created a niche for itself and iscounted among some intelligent brains in Indian Cinema. Earlier used tobe an ad-maker, he set foot in Indian Cinema and opened his account withKhosla Ka Ghosla in 2006. A Delhi based complete family entertainer whichtouched everyone’s heart with its crispy dialogues and relatable charactersgave Dibakar a dream start.He continued his venture and came up with more interesting, noveland controversial concepts. In 2008, he came out with his next movie,“OyeLucky! Lucky Oye!”, co-written and directed by him. Unlike‘Khosla Ka Ghosla’it did not featured any veteran actors like Anupam Kher or Boman Irani inthe lead role. Although, Paresh Rawal’work was impeccable but it was AbhayDeol who got all the limelight with his unorthodox dialogue delivery andboy’s next door image. The tale of a smart thief who adopted a unique styleand gained expertise with a love angle was surprise hit. It was a mixture ofsatire and realism. It highlighted another characteristic of Dibakar, his uniquetaste in casting actors for his movies. After this movie, Abhay Deol became aposter boy for alternative cinema.Both movies grabbed him National Film Awards which recognized histalent and potential of bringing a paradigm shift in Indian film industry. Asa director, he achieved not only critical acclaim (usually what an unconven-tional movie gets) but his movies were even successful in terms of box officecollection.His third addition, in 2010, fetched lot of controversy for him. Itbecame India’s first film shot entirely on Digital Camera,“Love, Sex aur Dhoka(LSD)”. In an interview with a leading newspaper of India, he admitted,“Evenif I had more money, I’d shoot in this format. Using the digital format, I’m try-ing to capture this new aesthetics.”Well, how many mainstream directors candare to attempt that!LSD had three stories interlinked, told by three different cameras of asting journalist, a diploma film-maker and a security agency. Again with anunexpected star cast, he created a marvel. A cutting satire on lapsing socialmorals fueled by materialistic greed and technological media advancementfetched him not only accolades but it also featured in many internationalfestivals.His latest venture was in 2012,“Shanghai”which was a political thriller.This time he casted Imran Hashmi, a successful mainstream actor which cre-ated an element of doubt in minds of other people linked to this filmBased on a Greek novel“Z”, it was not able collect much at the box of-fice but he was applauded for his attempt for selecting an unorthodox genre,a rare thing for both our film industry and audiences.Dibakar Banerjee is often pegged as‘New age Hrishikesh Mukherjee’because of his portrayal of middle-class mentality and raising issues concern-ing them with a touch of satire and simplicity. Dibakar and Anurag Kashyapare two names responsible for taking alternative cinema to new heights. Theirmovies don’t only receive critical acclaim but surprisingly get hit in terms ofrevenue collection.OYE DIBAKARDIBAKAR OYEAUTHOR: Purnank Kaul EMAIL: purnankkaul@gmail.comACHIEVERS008
  9. 9. The meaning of the above lines is quite deep and thoughtful, andthat is what makes them one of the most beautiful ones ever written. We,human beings, are special, not only because we have developed technologyand have used our gifted minds, but also because we possess the radicalpower of evolution. Unfortunately, most of the human beings are unable totap the infinite potential which lies within us and succumb to the more triflethings which are ubiquitous. Has anyone of you ever wondered why somepeople evolve to such an extent that they eradicate every negative emotionincluding hatred, jealousy, apathy, anger, etc.? That most of them feel nothingof these at all? Regarding the ones which are unevolved, I dare not say thatit’s because of lack of trying or a ludicrous attempt, but simply a matter ofreceiving the right guidance. I’m not going to tell you anything which hasn’talready been said by the erudite ones, but it’s only my humble attempt toexplain and make this appeal to the ones who are taking out their precioustime in reading this.So, we all know we have seensome of us performing remarkable feats, the only reason being that theyhave freed themselves of the invisible shackles of chains bounding us. It’sbecause they have awakened the hidden power, their Chi(as referred to inthe farther east) or Kundalini( as we call it) or the serpent energy which liesdormant at the base of our spine. Most of us regard this concept as a com-pletely preposterous one but it’s only because we haven’t experienced it yet.It’s like the wind, like emotions, like the sudden blissful energy whose joy islimitless once you start feeling it inside you. The happiness it blesses us withis so great that once you start feeling it, all the negative emotions dissolve init just as how smoke dissolves into the surrounding air and is never to be seenagain. This energy, which is coiled at the base in the form of a snake, cleansesour chakras (which are also known as different energy centers of our body).These Chakras, or energy centers are what cause different types of emotionsin our body, we have different moods, sometimes we want to just jumparound or hug someone, sometimes we like to eat a lot (or it’s always the casefor some people) but nonetheless we can’t be happy forever if those chakrasare really out of control.Mind, the ever running ath-lete, always difficult to control, tame, is also related to this energy, one whodoesn’t have control over mind has no control over anything. The control ofthis energy gives you a 100% control over the mind. Tell me how many timesit has happened that you’ve tried really hard concentrating and mind hasdrifted you off to some place completely irrelevant from what you were do-ing. This sea of thoughts has bothered everyone, and I was no different. Theyjust keep coming, waves after waves, never slowing, and never giving peaceto the mind. For spiritual growth and to experience the divine power, theguidance from above, one must master the mind, for the mind is the masterof all. The only catch being, the process of spiritual ascension, possessingcomplete control over mind and eternal happiness comes gradually and topeople having great patience, the ones who really have the utmost desire tofind out what’s beyond. What I’ve aimed at through this article has been togive a brief preview regarding the world of spirituality but it’s not it, it’s anendless ocean of no bounds and definite. We have a lot to talk about in thecoming times I hope. A beautiful quote to be always remembered is; we arenot human beings having a spiritual experience, rather spiritual beings hav-ing a human experience!IT’S THE CIRCLEOF LIFEAUTHOR: Pranjal Malav EMAIL: pranjalmalav@yahoo.inYOUTH AND SPIRITUALITY“THEUNIVERSEISMADEUPOFEXPERIENCESTHATAREDESIGNEDTOBURNOUTYOURATTACHMENT,YOURCLINGING,TOPLEASURE,TOPAIN,TOFEARTOALLOFIT.ANDASLONGASTHEREISAPLACEWHEREYOU’REVULNERABLE,THEUNIVERSEWILLFINDAWAYTOCONFRONTYOUWITHIT.”— RAMDASS009
  10. 10. There are some misconceptions about Indian Classical Music• It is for only age old people, not for youngsters. – Many great musi-cians of Indian Classical Music like Mia Tansen, Bharat Ratna Pt. Bhimsen Joshi,Bharat Ratna Ustad Bismillah Khan, Bharat Ratna Pt. Ravi Shankar, Ustad ZakirHussain and many others had started to learn Classical Music when they wereyoung. There is a definite trend in media‘Jo dikhta woh bikta hai’. Since thereare less classical programs shown hence it is not popular among youngsters.• Classical Music is too lengthy and boring – A detailed renditionof a Raag may go up from thirty minutes to one and a half hour. It may beboring for few but not for all. It’s like those who have started to watch cricketfrom T20, find test cricket boring. It is because they are not exposed to theclassical music and never been told its significance.• Film Music is completely different from Classical Music – Ofcoursefilm music sounds different from classical music. But almost all film songsare based on Raag (scale) of classical method. Raag Yaman is called‘SahasraMukhi’– a Raag which has thousand faces, gives all the emotions. A Hindisong like‘Aansoo Bhari hai’is based on Raag Yaman.‘Jabdeep jale aana’,‘Wohshaam kuch ajeeb thi’,‘Chandan sa badan, Chanchal Chitwan’are also themelodies of Raag Yaman. You will be surprised to know‘Kajrare’, in lamhonke daaman mein of Jodha Akbar and many other songs are based on RaagYaman. Much popular song of 1990s‘Tu chees badi hai mast mast’is basedon Raag Bhimplas/ Bhimplasi. The famous song‘Dhoom Machale’and‘Lagachunari mein daag’is based on Raag Bhairavi. Everyone must have heard Sha-kira’s‘Waka Waka’, it is composed in Raag Shudd Kalyan. A common listenerjust listens to the melody but a musician looks at it differently.• Classical Music is old fashioned – No! In this technical era WindowsXP becomes obsolete when Windows 7 comes to the market. So is the casewith Windows 7 against Windows 8. But the Raaga’s like Yaman, Bhairav,Bhairavi, Malkauns, Durga, Bhoopali so on are the same from the day theywere invented. That means even after more than 1000 years these Raaga’shave so much to offer to the society. They have not become obsolete. Even tothis date they are the same.When a child is born it utters few words letters like ba, aa, ka, pa,ma etc then it says mama, papa. Child learns the language and forms thesentences. Initially there will be few mistakes but elders will correct. Over theyear child becomes man and he will have command over the language. Butif he is not been taught the language after mama and papa he would notable to make any sentence afterwards. If is he is taught only‘How are you?’Where are you? He would know only these two sentences. Classical Musicis language. If you know a tune you can sing that tune. If you know how tocompose a tune you can create many tunes and sing. Just like if you knowhow to form sentences you can speak fluently.Music touches heart and it doesn’t matter whether it is classical, filmy,western, pop, rock or any genre. As said in the beginning music has only 7notes. Composition of notes changes to mood and genre. One must haveopen mind to appreciate all forms of music.INTRODUCTIONTO CLASSICALAUTHOR: Sameer Havaldar EMAIL: sameer707@gmail.comMUSICAL HEALINGMUSICSTARTSWHERESPEECHENDS.MUSICHASNOLANGUAGEBARRIER.MUSICHAS7NOTESALLAROUNDTHEWORLD;BEITINDIANCLASSICALMUSICORWESTERNCLASSICAL.“MANISYETTOINVENT8THNOTEWHICHISALREADYCORRUPT”–DR.NAGARAJRAOHAVALDAR.0010
  11. 11. When Bishop Desmond Tutu visited the twin island republic ofTrinidad and Tobago some years ago, he dubbed it a“Rainbow Nation”. Hewas fascinated and impressed by the diversity of races and religions living inharmony in these tiny islands with a population of 1.3 million. Trinidad, thebigger island is my native land. In the mélange of races are people of African,Indian, Syrian, Chinese, Portuguese, French, English, Spanish and Lebanesedescent. There are also descendants of the indigenous inhabitants of theseislands, the Caribs, who were here when Christopher Columbus“discovered”these islands. Inter-racial marriages have produced people of mixed race. So,Bishop Tutu’s description of my islands was quite apt.A few weeks ago I attended the funeral of a close friend’s mother. Myfriend is a Hindu and part of the funeral rites was conducted at the familyhome. As I sat among the mourners while the Pundit intoned words from theBaghvad Gita, I heard the prayers and hymns from a nearby church. Oppositemy friend’s house is a mosque where daily a congregation gathers for theritual prayers. Further up the road is a Catholic church where a few years agoI was present to witness the funeral service for another friend’s grandmother.This friend is Muslim but her family are Catholics.At any religious ceremony in Trinidad and Tobago, whether it’s afuneral, a wedding, a religious event or observance, one can find people ofother religions as guests and participants. Especially at Diwali, Eid al Fitr andChristmas the celebrants invite their friends and neighbours who are not ofthe faith, to have a meal and enjoy the day with them. In fact, these occasionsare public holidays in Trinidad and Tobago.English is our mother tongue but we also have a peculiar dialect, dif-ferent from other islands in the West Indies. Our accent too is not the same asa Jamaican, a Barbadian or St Lucian. Once in Amsterdam while on duty travelfor the company I worked for, my colleagues and I were seated in a restaurantawaiting our meal. Like all Trinis who are in a relaxed atmosphere, that is –liming –(look it up in the Oxford dictionary) we were laughing and talkingquite animatedly. The Dutch diners kept looking at us curiously. I imaginedthat they couldn’t quite believe that these folks who all looked very differ-ent from each other were speaking the same language! There we were, anIndian, an African and others of mixed races all having a great time. We couldexport our brand of harmonious living to other countries!In Trinidad and Tobago (T&T) there is a group called the Inter-ReligiousOrganization or the IRO. It comprises representatives of all the faiths. Mem-bers are invited to participate in inter-religious services at State functionswhen the occasion requires it. I believe this is the only organization of itstype in the world.About 2 years ago I sat on a panel hosted by the Presbyterians todiscuss inter-religious marriage and I also represented Muslims on a radioprogramme hosted by the IRO. The cooperation among the faiths here inmy country is very cordial, and there has never been an occasion when faithhas been the reason for discord. I live on a street where the majority of myneighbours are Hindus. When my children were little they used to help theirfriends light deyas on the occasion of Diwali. When the members of the Je-hovah Witness faith stop at our gate to hand out pamphlets, we politely takethem and engage in an exchange of ideas if time permits.I attended a Presbyterian high school where religious and culturalevents were part of the school’s activities and continue to be. In fact it is com-mon practice now for most schools as well as companies to recognize andcelebrate some major religious occasions.It is difficult to tell the religion and/or ethnicity of my compatriots bytheir name. Yusuf Ali is a Christian with Muslim grandparents, Merle Jonesis a Muslim of African descent and Viren Ramkissoon is a Christian of Indiandescent. Inter-racial and inter-religious marriages have blurred the lines ofidentification and created a‘Rainbow Nation’.In addition to other art forms, our diversity is celebrated in Calypsoand Soca (soul calypso) genres of music that have their origin in T&T. DavidRudder, a genius and exponent of Soca wrote the wonderful“Ganges meetsthe Nile”where he collaborated with a famous Trini sitar player, Mangal Pate-sar. Take a listen if you wish.http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=9r6mM_QgxtIAnd of all these rivers that shaped this landTwo mighty ones move like a sculptor’s hand.And today those hands, across the land, man, they’re still landscaping.We recognize and acknowledge our ancestry but we are proud citizensof a land where, as it’s stated in our national anthem,“every creed and racefinds and equal place.”Life is not always sweet in Trinidad and Tobago for we have our chal-lenges like other countries but living in harmony in these islands wherecolours blend and dance, is a blessing indeed.A RAINBOWNATIONAUTHOR: Fazeela Mollick EMAIL: fmollick@gmail.comFROM ACROSS TWO OCEANS0011
  12. 12. In sector 60 extension: Junglenagar, lived Tim the Tortoise with hispoor mother. They lived in a small twenty-five square feet rented house whichwas on the outskirts of Junglenagar, a low lying area. His mother worked as areceptionist in a dental clinic for rabbits, where she endured social discrimina-tion owing to her speed.Tim was so poor that he didn’t even own a Blackberry. He used a Nokia1100 which was his father’s. His father was very ambitious. He wanted to playfootball for Junglenagar. Everyone called him the crazy Tortoise for that. Hisdream of playing football could never materialize leaving him depressed. Heleft his family and went away from Junglenagar the day he failed to clear histrials, the last one he could try for. Since then, Tim and his mother were livingalone.Tim didn’t like his school as it was far away from his home and he gottired walking that long. Being slow, he often reached late. His teacher wouldscold him for being unpunctual, despite knowing that he was a tortoise andcouldn’t walk fast. Nobody liked him at school. They teased him becausehe didn’t have a good phone. They would play games like Angry Birds andHangman and communicate on Whatsapp. He wanted a smartphone butalso wanted to fight against the social discrimination the tortoise communityfaced for years.One day at school, it was announced that there would be a five-thousand meters race and the winner would be awarded an IPhone. Ross, therabbit was also participating in the race. He was the fastest rabbit Junglena-gar knew. No one dared to compete against Ross.Tim, the tortoise, perhaps had a few genes of his father. He announcedthat he would participate in the race.At first, everyone was too stunned to laugh. When they realized that itwasn’t a joke, they couldn’t react. Few laughed, but checked themselves outof pity. Moreover, they wanted to save the best jokes for the last. Some werebusy preparing jokes under hundred-forty characters; others were busy edit-ing images for Facebook shares.When Ross, the rabbit heard this, he laughed it off.“Once upon a time, one of your forefathers beat my forefather, andyou’re still living that story. He was a stupid rabbit, I am not.”Tim, the tortoise heard all the taunts but kept his calm.Tim was determined. He was practicing very hard for the race. He usedto wake up early, exercise and run fast. Everyone praised his efforts, mostpraises filled with sarcasm.The race was trending on twitter the day before its schedule. Everyanimal wished Tim good luck but with a tongue out smiley.The day of the race finally came. Ross, the rabbit was looking cheer-ful. His furs were looking very white as if he washed himself in Ujala (chaarboondo waala- the four drops remedy). The tortoise was determined, but helooked tired as he had already travelled some distance to the race track.Both the participants were asked to switch their GPS on. Most of theanimals were supporting the rabbit, but few were supporting Tim too. Thewhole tortoise community had come to support him, hoping against hopes.The race started. Ross took the lead right from the start, not wishing tomake the mistake one of his ancestors committed. He was running fast as ahare. The tortoise was trying hard, but lagged far behind.Ross had covered more than two third of the distance when hisgirlfriend Binny the Rabbit called on his Blackberry Bold. He thought that thetortoise was out of sight so he could perhaps talk to her for some time. Hestarted talking to her.After a little while, tortoise had passed him. He began pleading Binnyfor letting him go.“Baby, what would you give me when you win the race?”she asked.“Anything you ask. But, now let me go, we have been talking verylong.”“Talk for some more time if you love me.“I love you but...”“You are avoiding me, aren’t you?”“No, sweetie, I love you.”It took some more time for Ross, the rabbit to convince his sweetheart.But, as soon as he put the phone, he ran to the finish line.When he reached the finish line, he found out that the tortoise wasfractions away from the finish line. He decided to have a run for it but tortoisetouched the finish line just a little earlier. All the rabbits were cursing him andhe felt very bad.The tortoise had won the race and got the IPhone.TORTOISE ANDRABBITAUTHOR: Aman Arora EMAIL: aman@spoorthimag.comMODERN-DAY FABLES: JUNGLENAGAR0012
  13. 13. Where the buildings are made of chocolates, the rooftops are madeof halwa, the rivers are made of kheer, and the mountains are made of ice-creams, is Parzania, a place of sweetness. Parzania, in the end, comes outto be a far off land, a dream land, where everything is happy. Parzania is abeautiful metaphor of the land where we don’t cut each other’s throats onthe basis of our surnames, or the color of our skins. It is a place where happi-ness is the most important acquisition, yet is easily distributed on the barterof love.Parzan, a young Parsi boy, is a cheerful young boy in love with cricket.The story is about his family, his cute little sister, his strict mother, and hisfriendly father. The story is also about a small society of friendly people ofvarious religions but one common thread binding them – love and care. Andwhen the news of railway compartment full of Hindu pilgrims reaches, within24 hours, a mob attacks the city, including this society.It is a story of family’s struggles after the child goes missing. Based ona real story of Azhar Modi, whose family is still searching for him, Parzanianever tries to be preachy. The narrator, Allan, who carries forward the story,has come for a thesis on Gandhi. He is an unbiased narrator, and one mayor may not agree to his views. The scenes of violence are pretty graphic,but what is implied is that the real scenes were far worse than we can everimagine.The story is as humane as it can get. Parsi people don’t bury the deador burn them. They believe that soul stays alive, and moves on. But the bodymust be returned to the earth. They leave it on top of towers where the scav-enging birds and sun help deliver what is of earth to earth only.Rahul Dholakia is a Hindu director, but he clearly has asked some validquestions with this film, how come mass-scale agitation was so neatly ar-ranged, which looks really impossible. He hasn’t question Hindus or Muslimsin this film. He has just question the pre-planned genocide, and has broughtout through a beautiful heart-warming story that humans have only onereligion. He says through the story that when you take away a person fromthe family, you’re paralyzing all the others. When you provide them with apicture, it’s not going to go away from minds of people. When you carry outplans of vengeance, you’ll not be spared and some other person will takeyour life for vengeance.Naseeruddin Shah’s one of finest performances, overshadowed by thatof Sarika (who made a comeback after many years), and the little children(Parzan played by Parzan Dastur is adorable, Pearl Barsiwala as Pearl is amaz-ingly natural), and Corin Nemec as Allan is absolutely natural.If you’re going to watch this film as a Hindu, you’ll find the film isanti-Hindu. If you’re going to watch this film as a Muslim, you’ll find that therevenge they’d been planning was anti-Muslim and you’ll find ways to justifymany attacks later on. If you’ll watch this film as a human, you’ll know thatreligion is a personal way of reaching peace which can never be attained bythese popularity gimmicks and Klu-Kulx-Klan kind parties and movements.A PLACE TO BEPARZANIAAUTHOR: Spoorthi Team ContributionFULFILLING ART”’ARTISABOUTEXPRESSINGTHETRUENATUREOFTHEHUMANSPIRITINWHATEVERWAYONEWISHESTOEXPRESSIT.IFITISHONEST,ITISBEAUTIFUL.IFITISNOTHONEST,ITISOBVIOUS.’-CORINNEMEC”0013
  14. 14. After a long wait, it rained. A magical scent filled entire place, carryinga soothing touch.It was the same dithering feeling when she touched me. Her hand wason mine but my whole body could feel it. I never thought that we were goingto be beyond happiness and sorrow. Fingers were trying to merge in eachother and eyes struggled to find the courage for same. I wanted to see hereyes, but the surroundings were in no mood to allow.“What is wrong with me? I never felt like this. Is it your presence?”Iasked her, sitting on the bench looking at the plant with drops falling on it. Itwas looking ultra-green today.“No, it is you.”The unspoken answer popped up.Again, words seemed useless. No thought, no word was coming tomy mind.“Plop….Plop….”Sound of the falling drops was the only sound thatcould be heard. In between, a flash of light with roaring sound was making ustremble to our deepest conscience.But this was the time, when I got to know how precious words couldbe in life. How much difference one could make being an extrovert.“So are you sure of this decision??”she was still looking at the grasswith her hands in mine.“You tell me what……..”I tried to open my mouth but it was very hardfor me to assert anything in that moment.“Just say yes or no.”she was looking very still, at grass or sky. I wasn’tsure; but not at me, that’s for sure.She had never been so assertive to me. It was the first, and probablythe last time I was seeing her this way.“See R*******, it’s not about a yes or a no.”I replied and took a pause,expecting a resistance but nothing came. I took a deep breath. A combina-tion of her odour and the odour of rain went inside me.“It’s about love. Who am I? A student of class twelve. What do I do? Istudy. What I earn? My father feeds me. And what am I going to do? To intro-duce this world to my beloved who is 7 years older than me.”I had no ideawhether I was talking to her or just to myself.A few seconds of pause.“Even if we stay together, it’s not feasible for our families and society.Would my father support me? How will I feed you?”“So what? I can. Whole life you will, so what if for few early years I dothis.”She looked so beautiful.Will your parents allow you? What about the society?”I tried to argue.“Why are you so much concerned about the society? I thought youdon’t care the least about it.”It was a taunt.A masculine heart always feels hurt when someone hurts its femininefeelings.“I still don’t give a damn about this. Fair enough, we can announceourselves today. But you answer me; can we live together? Where will welive? Can you imagine a 16 year boy living with his 23 year beloved, going toattend daily his classes of 12th in his school dress every morning? Is it reallypossible?”I said in an impulse but then I realized that I asked a question ofwhich nobody could answer.Again a pause for almost a minute.But this time it was scarier. So I regretted it but bullet was already fired.“Listen R********, I know it’s not easy for you. It is also disheartening forme. But this is the only thing that we can do for both of us. You can’t wait forme that long. So go with your parents, marry whomsoever they have chosen.”I consoled her after that fiery, impulsive sentence of mine.She again said with the same posture,“what do you think; will I behappy with what you are suggesting to me?”“Yeah, surely you will be.”I encouraged her smelling the changed mindof hers.“Do you know that guy?”I didn’t even know whether he was a man or boy or what. I could lieto her. But this was the time I realized the importance of being a liar to theperson you love most.“……no……a…a….actually I don’t.”I said with a very low sound, butwas enough for her to hear, sitting so close to me.“Then how can you say I’d be happy?”I always hated lawyer-cum-girls who asked too many questions. Shewas a silent, shy girl. Perhaps that’s why I loved her so much. But today shewas arguing like never before.It was making me a bit irritated; but honestly, the real reason was that Ihad no answer. I had no idea what to say.Again a long pause.“R*******, please do this. It’s futile to argue now. And no matterwhether we are going to be together or not, we love each other and we willcontinue to.”I sounded like some character from Mills and boons.“No, it matters to me, to live my life with somebody else.”She againsaid with a very feeble voice.“Please R********, marry as your parents say. We both are going to getnothing out of this relation. Please understand this and do as I say. I love you.”I said.“Do you still think you love me?”she asked. I felt a red hot dagger inmy chest.Again a few seconds pause.She got up. Hands were still in hands.It was time for her to go. I wanted to say much but there were nowords in any of the languages that I knew. We both were standing, facingeach other.I looked at her. She was looking at me.I could see her face. A smile was flowing on her lips but a big drop ofwater was in her both eyes.“Water is trickling from everything. Why aren’t these tears comingout?”I thought.I wanted to hold her hands again; I wanted to feel her warm soothingtouch again. I wanted to smell her odor again, talk to her, walk with her, andeven argue with her all over again.But she smiled and finally turned without saying anything.I wanted to hear her voice again.“Oh! Please R*******, don’t go.”My heart cried but whole sound turnedinto water and came in my eyes.She had started her scooty and again gave me a faint smile andswooped.I wanted to see her smile again. But what I could see was only her. Myworld was going away from me at a speed of thirty kilometers an hour.WE LOVED BUT INPAUSESAUTHOR: Manas Mishra EMAIL: idharath2006@gmail.comHEARTY TALES0014
  15. 15. THE WINDOWSEATAUTHOR: Aman Arora EMAIL: aman@spoorthimag.comCarefree wind strikes my head.My hair has lost its address.Its coolness kisses my willing cheeks.My ears listen what it speaks.The world is stationary inside.Routine voices gloomily recite,A song with no rhythm no rhyme.An escape to music, the window seat.Traveling through Earth less traveled.Visiting places still to be unravelled.Vestal beauty of varying soils.My eyes rejuvenate the Nature’s bless.An eyesore, the everyday colors.Arranged in set patterns.Binding the horizon for my wild eyes.A bridge to beauty, the window seat0015AGELESS VERSES
  16. 16. ATITHI DEVOBHAVAREPORTER: Praseeda Kalkur EMAIL: write2prasi@gmail.comWhile planning a trip, the first consideration is usually about how greatthe place is. Second,the shopping lists. And then, the warnings come; bewareof this and that. We, girls’gang, packed our bags with excitement, shoppinglists and stuffed up with the warnings in the end for our Easter break to Scot-land; while we were for internship in England. We did a little planning andbasic booking, and headed to Glasgow. We trusted our feet, used maps, andrelied on calling the hotel guys to reach the place. Being without a vehicleactually helped us explore the city better. Also, it makes you aware of theplace more, and is a good way to get quality photographs.We reached the city of Inverness late in the evening after exploring afew places in Scotland. We hardly had any information about the place, anddidn’t even know the postal code of the hostel. Even Google maps couldn’thelp us much. Tight budget made us carry the luggage on our backs and toilhard on foot. Following the receptionist’s advice, we walked by the river Nessbut had difficulty finding Rosedean (from where we were supposed to takeleft and reach a hill where the hostel was. Now the warnings’started haunt-ing.‘Scotland is famous for drunkards’made us wary of asking anybody whocouldn’t walk straight. Many others, like us, were on Easter break themselves,so couldn’t help us with directions. Then, the lonely road reminded us ofanother warning:‘Inverness is famous for pickpockets). Without giving voiceto inhibitions, we carried on.Finally, we had company, after we’d walked for what I felt as eternity.We chanced upon an old couple who seemed helpful. The lady constantlymentioned that she had heard the road but couldn’t quite figure it outexactly. We asked‘Rosedean House’then, and she knew where it was. Theymotioned us in the direction of the river, where we’ll get Rosedean at a junc-tion. We needed to take left from there.They asked us where we came from. My perception was that allforeigners think of India as what movies like Slumdog Millionaire portray.However, their warm and friendly smile upon hearing‘India’cleared all ourmisconceptions. They’d been to India three weeks back, and been to Delhi,Darjeeling, and Gangtok for four days each. They stayed at the Taj, Gurgaonin the NCR of Delhi. Their son’s friends threw a bash at their parents’fiftiethmarriage anniversary, and they were invited. The hotel guys arranged forsight-seeing for them.They also went on the toy train ride in Darjeeling. They went earlymorning to the Tiger Hills to see the sunrise; however the clouds disruptedtheir plans. Second time lucky, they eventually saw it while returning. Theyliked the places, the familiar cold temperatures being the similarity. Theyexplained their experience to India as awesome.They bid us adieu, sympathizing about the long walk we needed totake to reach the place. We also filled up our list of to-dos while in Invernessand headed towards the Rosedean. We couldn’t find a single person this timeon our way back. Two girls, lonely road, no surety of which direction to gomade it a mental challenge as much as physical. Even after a long walk, wecouldn’t get around the famous Rosedeal House. While I wondered on action,PEOPLE NEXT DOOR016
  17. 17. my friend took route toworry- fear of having taken thewrong road, a red car stopped by.‘We’re here to help you, welcometo India’were the words of the oldcouple who wanted to help us reachsafely to our hostel. They wantedto return the favour, the hospitalitythat they received in India havingoverwhelmed them.Atithi Devo Bhava is a famoussaying in India. Guests are God.Even Scottish believed the same, Irealized.‘You won’t find the peep-peep (honking) or lots of peoplehere’she told while driving.‘That’s the sad part’I replied.‘Back in India, if lost, we could alwaysask someone. But here, it’s difficult tofind a person to ask.’I remembered how we werelost in Glencoe, when to reach thevillage no signs or people were thereto help us. My friend had to runleaving all her luggage to stop thevehicle and ask for directions whenwe found a guy finally. Althoughwe’d walked a mile in the wrongdirection, we thanked God that weultimately found it was the wrongdirection.Even after getting in the car,we didn’t reach the place soon. Theyweren’t sure of the place, but wereready to find out. She had maps tocheck, while I switched to GoogleMaps. It showed, now, that wewere a couple of miles in the samedirection as the place. They showedus Rosedean soon, and had it notbeen for their presence we wouldn’thave recognized the place even afterreaching, there was no placard in-dicating the same. We went slightlyahead, and then the lady took theright turn and took us to our hotelsafely.‘Shukriya’was what my vocalcords felt right to say.Please they were, havinglearned few Hindi words in India.They folded their hands for a‘Na-maste’. We reciprocated. They told usthat back in India, people didn’t doit often. We were being reminded ofour tradition by foreigners. I askedfor their names, so as to never forgetthe people. They were Jeff andMoreen. I asked for their numbers soas to show them around if they cameto India again. Lady frankly toldthat they’d like to see some otherplaces and had no plans for India. Iunderstood their feelings and didn’tpress on.I don’t know of the hospitalitythey received in India, but we earnedthe rewards of that. We felt proudIndians there and then, and of thevalue system our country possesses.PRASEEDAKALKURPHOTO-GRAPHY“IT IS NOT THE QUANTITY OF THEMEAT, BUT THE CHEERFULNESS OFTHE GUESTS, WHICH MAKES THEFEAST”EDWARD HYDEPEOPLE NEXT DOOR017
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  23. 23. HASPHYSICALAPPEARANCEBECOMETOOIMPORTANTAPARTOFOURMODERNCIVILIZEDSOCIETY?Well, I think it’s not necessary. If a person is fat, the society teases him for hisphysical appearance and if he’s thin then also he’ll be teased. Society won’taccept anyone who’s correct. They have got nothing else than commenting onothers. So we have to live as per our own values and not according to societySupriva CVYes, it has become an important part of our so called civilized society becauseappearance is the first thing on which we judge an individual. His/her appear-ance tells us how well a person takes care of oneself. Appearance has and willalways remain a primary thing on which a person gets attracted to one anotherand also for job these days.Rupaksh GulatiYea, without any doubt appearance has become way too important in thismodern world. And without having good appearance, it’s almost impossible tolive and also to get a good life Partner. The main reason I think behind it is themodernization of world. But social networking websites like FB, Orkut & Twitter[virtual identity]are a few means where your appearance has no effect and that’swhy I like these because here you need not bother thinking what your fellowfriends will say on the way you appear. Here your intelligence and thinking mat-ters.Sathya AsheervPhysical appearance somewhat has become a must in this century. Like in creat-ing the first impression or giving detailing in a matrimony site. And this beginsright after birth. Everyone is concerned about how you are dressed, how well youlook, how fashionable and up to date you are, what brand you are wearing, whattrends you are following. In school the uniform, in college the formals (are thedress codes). And if you do not have that a better physical appearance you needto apply again. A second chance (may come) but who wants a second chance!And again it’s not that physical appearance or good looks are always to impressor show off and also it increases the confidenceNeha GhoshProbably, physical appearance is the first thing you would notice in a person.Stressing more on personality development in modern society is seen thesedays,(and it) maybe for good reasons. But people take it the wrong way. I feelmaintaining your appearance as decent is one of the essential parts, which mayhelp you personally. Other way is when people behave like racists, don’t justjump on it because there are proportions of people who discriminate but manywould like to see people developing according to the nerves of society.Who would not like to look cool?Sreehari GagillapuramAccording to me it does play a vital role in our modern civilized world. We gener-ally makes a vague opinion about others by observing their personality andphysical appearance. A strong physical appearance and a good personality makeyou confident and helps achieving heights...Bhawna SalujaWell, according to the society it’s gaining more importance these days. Peoplewith looks easily gain popularity. But iin my view, good appearance does notmatter a lot. One who is more intellectual as compared to person with good ap-pearance is naturally very smart.Intellectually matters a lot as compared to good looks.Reena RaniYes, it has because no one pays attention to an average everyday face. The wholeof the world is in a battle to outdo the other one. Good dressing sense, certainuniqueness seems to be attractive to our society now.Pankaj023THE BURNING QUESTION
  24. 24. When I born, I black.When I grow up, I black.When I go in sun, I black.When I scared, I black.When I sick, I black.And when I die, I still black.And you white people.When you born, you pink.When you grow up, you white.When you go in sun, you red.When you cold, you blue.When you scared, you yellow.When you sick, you greenAnd when you die, you grey…And you calling me colored??written by a south africanchild - UN best poetrynomination of2006NEXT THEME: FOODMAIL YOUR ENTRIES ATeditor@spoorthimag.com

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