Saturday, January 19, 2013

Our House


Long ago, there lived two brothers, in a two bedroom apartment. It was located nicely beside a riverfront. Bliss they both enjoyed at breakfast. The residence had state of the art equipment and lovely furniture. The family heirlooms were a pride and like fine wines matured with age.

In contrast, the living quarters failed to meet the expectation and sadly though wore an image of grim and destitute. The garbage’s were unkempt, endemic dust, untidy floor and equally frustrated individuals occupying it. They have made it a habit to coax and curse each other for the unfortunate condition of their quality of living.

Both were always complaining on how they will take care of this abomination of a house. The relations between them were not good either. They were trying to device a strategy to initiate a discussion to first take care of their own complexity and there after the house they reside in. Their own coterie of friends also provided requisite fuel to the already raging fire. They were after all, jealous of those family heirlooms and the rich traditions, they so vehemently covets for.

Days went passed, each and every discussion ended up in epic fights. The garbage as usual kept on increasing and the entire negativity then started to affect the human inside those unfortunate souls. They were even considering throwing the other out of the flat for good. They were up for blood.

One fine morning, it all started with a fight for ownership. The unclean dinner plates from last night made for an equally bad breakfast experience. The two brothers, now armed with solidified misconstrued conviction towards the malice intent of the other, jumps for the throat. There went the sanity down the road and the story ends with a bloodbath of epic proportion. They died in vein attempt of resolving the differences. Still, the house remained unkempt as it was but by now bears the filth of blood too.

What they could have done?

Each could have engaged in their own initiative to make things in order. For starter, arranging a house cleaning help would have been a great idea. Making it a habit to clear the garbage every night and taking care of their living quarters. That could have given rise to a peaceful coexistence, isn't it? They would not have gotten the time to indulge in those malicious activities in the first place whilst they share ownership and contribute out of his prerogative to make it livable. After all, it is the only thing left in this world for them and they both knew it.

Crudely though, does the story bore any resemblance to any other you are aware? If you notice, just by replacing the characters and with a little bit of imagination, one can comfortably narrate the story of Mahabharata. Reeling back to present context, the location of our country or the house we reside in hasn't changed but only we the citizens. The ideological difference then now has taken shape of religions. Good or bad only time will tell, but acceptance of the truth is the first step towards betterment. Akin to those two brothers we as a countrymen can sit idle, wish for communal harmony and devise various strategies, when at the very least we could start shouldering our own responsibility towards a greater good.

Communal harmony is the byproduct of a developed society. A society which is developed in thoughts, health and wealth gives rise to peaceful coexistence as a reward. The holy grail of harmony is only achievable when million voices and deed resonate together in nation building. No other country has done it before. They always needed the glue of religion or language to bind their national fabric. The American president had to shed his "Hussein" middle name for the election. Look at Pakistan for gods’ sake. See for yourself at Europe. The French, the English and zee Germans have their own country. Language and religion has always been a big barrier in those modern societies. While they were busy fighting the crusade, we the people of the Indo-Gangetic were a thriving population generating one third of the world’s income.

Are they developed? No, not at all. They have so far developed only in wealth and superficial health. Some not even that and clearly lacking in thoughts and intellect.

Are we developed? No, not at all. We may have developed in thoughts and knowledge only but not in health and certainly not in wealth.

How are we developed in thoughts? We as an Indic society, in our thousands of year’s journey have perfected the art of living in peace, harmony and progress. A more recent study suggests that we as a nation chug along well, who ever is at the helm. It’s a point of another discussion where the efficiency of the leader reflects the one that we have. All this while, after many crests and turfs, we as a society have matured enough to handle our own problems with the bests of the means available at hands.

The catch here, best of means is a deadly tool. When available to masses whose genes have so far survived tens of thousands of years in the Indo-Gangetic belt gives rise to an enormous opportunity of exploitation. The results are for you to see and you are by far the best critic of your own judgment. So the onus is now on you. The decision you make will shape your future. 

Bharat or India, if you will, as we see today, is only here because we the countrymen with nationalism as our religion have survived so far. Unfortunately, we do not even realize that we have this gem of a quality. The world lacks it; it’s an eyesore for them. The reason why they are so hell bent on teaching us the one thing which we already know so well because they do not want us to focus in our other area of development. They are jealous of us. Yet in our profound ignorance we fail to acknowledge it. Sadly enough we are still falling prey to those so called friends and intellectuals.

Take pride in your nation, take pride in your own countrymen and take deep pride in your roots. Shed the inhibition and start your march towards greater good. Only then we will again be the golden bird of the world we used to be. We are already there in our thoughts but we certainly need a conducive environment to express those in depth. A healthy and wealthy society, where our everyday materialistic problems are taken care of, is the only possible means of that.

No other kingdom, empire, nation or states have so far been able to achieve it. Fortunately though, we have already done it in the past. That brings me to the question, why not again in future? That I believe is possible only when we get our priorities right and start gathering pieces together. We as a problematic and chaotic nation with our unique problems have taken phenomenal stride towards our goal already. Post colonial times, the Macaulay-ite English propaganda history and education aside, the country as we know today, have progressed quite well in spite of the popular belief otherwise. It has only been sixty five years. It will take some more time before we are there. It is just that, few more steps are left. Those are the toughest of all.

We are at a crossroad and it is us who need to define our own path and destiny with clearly defined goals. Only then we can reach the pinnacle of the developed world we used to be.


Sunday, January 6, 2013

Happy Birthday Syd


Happy Birthday Syd. J

If you can read it from somewhere up there or down below, let me tell you, Madcap still laughs and we miss the crazy diamond.

These days the naturals are hard to come by and pretense is the only success mantra. At least you didn't care for either. 

It all came spontaneously and you know what, you did what you had to do. We still love you as a person you were. The genius of a musician only comes later.

I hope you have made the Gods up there worship your music too. Keep rocking dude!

A warm Happy-wala Birthday and lest we forget "you and I and dominoes, time goes by...". Peace!

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Making Tea

How to make tea:

a. To make the best tea, you must first fill the bowl with some water.

b. Boil it!

c. Turn off the stove and put some tea leaves off course.

d. Cover it say, for five minutes.

e. Uncover and voila you have a nice hot tea. Brings smile, isn't it?

Is it that difficult? No it is not!

Why? We see it happening everyday and we are not afraid of fire, tea bags, water or sugar.

How to make Rape:

a. Start from early childhood by passing lewd comments, groping, insulting or getting a hard on by anything that remotely resembles a female form, be it a voluptuous goat or an effing 10tn gorilla.

As a fallout to having little or no knowledge (respect is far too much to ask) of the opposite sex, the ignorant prejudiced mind of yours starts treating them something of a sexual-object, that which needs to be dominated, covered, preserved (virginity) and requires occasional “teaching-up” lesson to attain the goal of a purer than the purest pious society (sic).

What do we call this attitude again? Misogyny I suppose.

b. Indulged in those thoughts and actions you seek glory in the presence of your equally retarded peers for a considerable amount of time, unaware of the inevitable.

The endemic glorification of patriarchal society by popular saas-bahu (mother in law and daughter in law) soap in mainstream media or the portrayal of rape-is-a-cute-sweet-boy-thing in Bollywood only solidifies your wrong notion regarding women in general.

Your basic needs are strong too and all this while you have been led to believe in your false entitlement towards it, no matter what the other feel. What more to expect than a deeply charged collective sexual energy built up, high on testosterone only and low on intelligence/respect/humanity. This by the way clearly proves the notion of you being a sick and sad mental nut-case. 

c. With this built up energy for all the wrong reasons, you are with your pals (or alone, doesn't matter). Slightly tipsy on the hooch/Royal Stag/Jack Daniels, you stumble upon this creature with breasts and a genital that is different than you.

d. Voila, you have raped or at least sexually harassed the poor creature who unfortunately happens to be at the wrong place, wrong time.

Is it difficult? No, technically it is not. As you can see, it is just a four step process compared to five for making a good tea!

Why? We see it happening everyday and we are not afraid of the consequences. We can walk scot-free with impunity. Compliance to law and lathi-charge (baton) is for regular citizens and not meant for horrendous rapist/misogynist scum. Well, unlike peaceful protesters, the latter pays in hard currency, can't blame them!

As much as you would love making a nice fuming cup of tea in the morning, would you rather prefer raping/violating instead? Any sane mind would say no I believe.

If you happen to be a tea enthusiast like me, you would probably like to pass on your acquired wisdom to your child while making them aware of the dangers of fire too. You care for their safety, don’t you?

On the contrary, why can't you teach the same for "Rape" or women/girl in general? Why can't you teach your child the importance of women? Why can't you let your boy/girl intermingle with the opposite sex without any bias or judgment?

Surprising isn't it?  In this wonderful society of ours, you have to Teach your child to respect women or Allow them to interact freely, where as the womb which gave birth to you is of a women. That breast you look for sexual gratification and hell bent on covering each and every ounce of it actually fed and nurtured you. Just so that you can repay it all back by violating and/or possessing thoughts of contaminating it!

We live in a strange world, where making tea is far more difficult task compared to rape, solely by virtue of the steps involved. We and our hopeless, downtrodden and narcissist intellect abets to this entire fiasco knowingly or unknowingly.

We the moot and ignorant citizens of this unfortunate country are all nothing but rapist in our own rights, waking up to that nice hot fuming cup of tea every morning. Yet, we don't loose our precious sleep over the consequences of our profound ignorance and apathy towards the society in general, taking toll in avenues we may never be able to comprehend, in this life or the next.

Amen!

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Food for thought


What is food for thought? In my opinion, possibilities and classifications are fourfold!

a. food you take while thinking
b. food you take before thinking
c. food you take after thinking
d. dreaming of food while thinking

Or, is it simply a phrase with no meaning at all? 

Please don't even bother trying to explain me about the mental stimulus stuff which you are taught in school. That is an incomplete definition to say the least. 

You must be thinking why? 

In my quest of unraveling the mysteries of our infinite universe I have learned to take one step at a time. Which you all would surely agree I hope (if not then, do share me your FB page which I can like and worship).

Now, to achieve the above feat, we must first free our brains from the shackles of primary and secondary education, simply because they teach you crap!

Once you are done with the exercise, wear a hat, sit underneath a nice apple tree(you might get lucky like Newton, you never know) and start thinking. You can ponder upon anything you wish to. It can be as complex as String theory or for simpler folks like me, the latest picture of Rihanna at GHQ cover, only in her birth suit.

The activity should start from morning 4 AM with an empty stomach. Should there be any rush for the best spot, I would advice queuing the night before.

Now, imagine you completed all the silly pre-requisites above. It is 1'o clock in the afternoon and you are still rubbing your chin (you can rub anything you want, chin is just an example) sitting under the wretched apple tree.

What would you think now? Having lunch/breakfast/brunch or a god-damn apple from the tree? Wouldn't your nice thoughts get interrupted by the sudden growl of your stomach? 

It is only then, my dear friend, you would realize the true meaning of food for thought and the fourfold possibility. I am glad you finally agreed on the proper definition i.e. the food(chicken, meat, dry grass etc) which is required for mental stimulus mumbo-jumbo.

Now that you are with me, the most pertinent question at this juncture is, while you are quenching your hunger pang with some natural delicacies, which of the possibilities would you reckon and why?

Got my drift? Thank you! ( food for thought)

New Year


Happy new year to all. 

If morning shows the day, 2013 doesn't feel so promising for me. For start, I am not able to quit on my habit of smoking, still single and the salary feels like a peanut. 

Time for some resolution stuff. 

a. Do not quite smoking.

I have fallen for this trap of quitting smoke before. Trust me, it doesn't work that way! ITC is not run by bunch of monkeys and why would they? I blame the government. Prime time Metro must quit!

b. Stay single and don't mingle

I have fallen for this one too (wide mouthed smiley, wink!wink!). It is still as slippery as it can get. No matter how young, old or juvenile you are, be careful my friend! Also, visit the friendly neighborhood medical store, they have a business to run too.

c. Fdbk salary

Stop worrying about it. No one likes peanut. I for that matter prefer hazel-nut with cream on top. If only wishes were horses and managers were Raam.

d. Misc

Blog more frequently, take Ele out for a long drive and last but not the least, take the damn sweater off the camera. It has hibernated enough!

Well, we all know, if push comes to shove, promises and resolutions are as strong as a glass. You never know, you may never know!

So, everyone, don't feel gloomy. Have a rocking year ahead and I love you all. If I sound a bit cynical, blame my old age and untimely wisdom, you get dime a dozen and comes with a hash tag. :)

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Gender Bias


It is about time the intellectuals of our country takes a reality check and give a thought or two on gender equality/inequality! Their absence of comment on this glaringly visible disparity is quite conspicuous.

It is also the responsibility of media to highlight this thought and build a national consensus through the most viable mediums present. Well, I am not asking media to take all the trouble but at least for once they can shoulder the burden, which they so profusely take proud of.

A few journo have indeed set the ball rolling but would be nice, if for a change it doesn't gather moss, thanks to our goldfish memory syndrome.

It is thus the collective onus of sustaining the welcome change with an adept politician at the helm of affair, for our own good!

This country should not be considered as a fiefdom of heterosexual men avenging their lust while women and homo/trans-sexual weep in the corner.

I live in a fairy wonderland, I am happy and satisfied!


(Photo courtesy : bharat-rakshak forum)

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Wish

send me some hug, 
a bit of kiss
and a thousand roses!!

i will adore them,
the glory days
and the memories alike!!

a lot like love,
much to desire
but, i don't want to cry!!

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

She


a girl, beautiful to say the least.
attracting thousand flies!

the girl, relying on her beauty alone,
embraces a journey of search.

she asks for care, she asks for love,
sharing nothing but a bunch of mirage.

many fall prey, some pretty deep.
they all make up, the herd of sheep.

which, in her darkest desire,
she so covet and feels the need.

she doesn't care for love anymore,
succumbing to the lure,
of mortal offerings by the herd.

she doesn't realize lust for sure,
while relishing the lackluster life.

yet, in her profound wisdom.
concludes to a halt!
benign eyes, trying to find reasons and logic!

trapped in her own fate, 
of jealously guarded secrets and rivalry,
sinking courage on to the face,
of sheepish adversary!

she has been a temptress, for too long.
it's her fiefdom, nurtured to the core.

the bricks are loose, 
still held quite strong.
a brief wait till denouement,
the curtains must fall! 

kohl smeared, drooping eyelids.
the cry for more and 
a sweaty palm for company.

the truth hides behind the shadows,
embracing the dire needs and illicit freedom.