Friday, September 24, 2010

Time for a Break

Once I picked up a terrible fight with my parents (believe the only time…..it was A FIGHT). Reason….someone said something about my sister, which was not exactly wrong. The bone of contention being how anyone dare raise a finger at my sister. I had agreed to the fact that she was wrong but I was not willing to give this right to an outsider to point out her follies. She is my family and I considered it my moral responsibility to save her from any public disgrace. Whatever the shortcomings, could always be mutually sorted out.


For the last one week I have been hooked to the news channels, two issues in particular calling my attention, one being the CWG and other the impending Ayodhya verdict. The former a classic example of politicization of national honor and second a revered case study of national unity slain in name of religious politics. The Ayodhya dispute is definitely a tricky one but CWG failure is an international setback on the nation’s capabilities.

Much has been written and debated on the poor management of the event. The intelligentsia of the nation has all managed to capture some prime time slots on the innumerable news channels. As a country we have fought and overcome many exigencies. I have been looking for one mind that would move forward and take a STEP NEXT.

I know it is a terrible incentive to politicize an event of international repute; it culminates in the national art of Government formation. But for one single moment can we rise against the petty ideologies and think beyond!! Can we as a family stand and brave this global humiliation!! If we can defer the verdict of Bofors scam for ages we sure can save our allegations on Kalmadi and company post games.
The games are just round the corner and shouting hard for every Indian to do the bit. Let’s call the karsewaks and share a hand in removing the debris. The engineers of the city can be given a different site just for a day where they can all earth those open wires, plaster the false ceilings. The housekeeping of all the newly mushroomed hotels can be loaned for a day to clean the WCs, lay the linen. As a second most populated country of the world we can jolly well utilize the hands and minds of our fellow citizens for saving our face. And phhuleasse don’t tell me it is not our job. If this is not our job then let’s stop playing moral police on the late night parties of our neighbor’s daughter. Stop commenting on the fashion faux pas of some celebrity’s page 3 party. Stop criticizing the municipalities for the poor roads and drainage. And if these are few of our rights just by the virtue of being born humans then let us stand up to our breed. First and foremost don’t be a party to the world out there inflicting dishonor to our motherland. Play the part, take a step ahead and help ourselves organize a world class show despite of the initial hitches. For a nation of several billion population this is not at all impossible. All we need to do is unite and fight.


This is my country, I am ashamed for sure but more than that I am hurt. Hurt to see the world mar my reputation. For a handful of corrupt livestock let not our respect go down the drains.
Every evening let’s get on the prime time not for allegations but for aids, advices, helping hands. Close the show and deal with the monsters later. I will be the first to advocate public execution of this group, nothing better then stoning them to death and burying their corpses right in the middle of the Games Village. If as living beings they could not contribute then at least let their fossils be a source of manure for the greener vision of tomorrow.





P.S. this is dedicated to all those who have made hay while the sun shone. See full size image

 


Thursday, September 16, 2010

There are some things money can't buy

Have been thinking for quite some time now on my next blog. Do not want to waste time on any nonsensical subject, but there are few things on mind which choose not to leave me. I was watching Deewar- the Big B blockbuster yesterday night. I have always watched this movie for just one dialogue-'Mere paas... MA hai' and everytime burst into peels of laughter on the dialogue delivery of Shashi Kapoor. Time and again I dismissed this dialogue as just another routine one wondering what is so great with it.

Yesterday I was cooking my dinner when Shashi Kapoor emoted out softly the immortal lines. For the first time I could not laugh it off. Reason....yeah....mere paas ma nahi hai. And why just Mom I do not have any loved one near. The quest for money and desire for growth, a pseudo measure of success, has thrown me into oblivion. I had everything when I was with my family in Udaipur. Yet I wanted to move out, no strong logic for that. I was impressed by the independent woman of today living her life on her own terms. Did my parents ever question my outings...I can't recall a single incident. I had promised myself I would marry only when I embark on the road to success. My journey is well on track.....working with one of the best brand, earning more than enough for myself, living alone on my terms.

While I was in Hyderabad MA had a slip disc again. I was with her last time she had it. I know the pain she endures and do not trust anyone with her care. This time I found myself in the league of all those heartless children who leave their ailing parents alone. How I would never spare a single instance of cursing them and empathising with such elderlies. I would vouch to my parents I will never let them be one of them. Now I understand why they always laughed it off. They are seasoned enough to know life. I can give 10,000 excuses of why I am not heartless but none can alter practicality. Figament of my life was ailing and I chose to ignore it. I would not even talk to her on phone cause I could not stand the pain she was in. For the first time I realized I had lost myself to materialism.


Off late I have begun liking these lines more than ever,"Sara Samunder mere pass hai, ek boond paani meri pyaas hai". I have money but whom do I splurge on!! I have time but whom do I spend it with. My life has become a perfect example of Karthik calling Karthik minus the calls and a soulmate. I yearn for a social life. But I do not miss anyone probably because I have become a loner. My desire to rise has snatched all rights of attachments and bondings.
My parents were here last week. How I enjoyed going back home to noise, laughter and love. I was not the person who ever regreted. But this line of thought has not left me since the past 2 months. What is that I am running after. Money, I know, it was always short for me, but what else. Why can't I wait and enjoy the savouries of life. I have always been in love with rains....the platter of raindrops gives me pleasure unmatched. What is stopping me to call sick and enjoy getting drenched in the blessing one day. I love reading but do not remember when was the last time I finished some soapy romance in a single night. I love public speaking, why don't I go after my childhood dream of becoming a war reporter. There are so many why's in my life and nobody has stopped me from seeking answers. I have earned enough to sustain myself. It is just that I lack courage...courage to swim in waters unknown. I have never been a high maintenance girl, am content with road side shacks selling good food but I am developing a taste for 5 star luxury. The reason again eludes itself from my grasp. I love keeping in touch with my people.....I am trying to become lazy on calls.

I have started talking to myself.......I know it is an art and renowned philosophers and gurus preach it.....but I talk because I don't have anyone who will understand, who will help me search answers. Work is becoming my love because I do not have humans to love. I throw this question often to myself ....why do human beings pine for what is not and end up complicating things.
My autobiography can be summarised well by DEEWAR between AB and SK
Mere paas gaadi hai, bungla hai, Daulat hai.
But I chose to let go of MA. I had her once....no longer. Time is running out and I am running away from Time.