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Monday, 9 December 2013
Saturday, 7 December 2013
Little did I know how doomed this dream was. You see, our technology in movies is such that we do not have the (mis)fortune of sniffing the scents (and stinks) of all that is there in Bollywood movies. Why else would Chandni Chowk look like such a vibrant, rose scented, fume-less song-sequence heaven, where the heroes and heroines flutter around without having to wear masks.
Anyway, so there I was, resolute in this search for my 'Daari Mucch' man, and as fate would have it, I bumped into one in a metro heading to the Qutub; there he was, in all his manly glory, standing by the door; I was almost gasping for breath at the glorious sight.. Until a breeze blew past, bringing with it (very unfortunately), the mixed concoction of Parachute oil, Hair gel and all that which had filtered through his stubble, and stayed. Far from the butterflies in my stomach that I had expected, I began to feel a churning of another kind there.
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Thursday, 5 December 2013
- Shakespeare (Julius Caesar)
These poignant lines summarize the dilemma we, as Indians find ourselves in at the turn of the 21st Century. We have found solace in the achievements of the past, in Aryabhata's invention of the zero, in the fact that most words of English come from Sanskrit words, that we have the highest number of newspaper subscriptions in the world and so on.
But do we even, beyond merely reading the headlines of these newspapers, uttering a sigh and a 'What's happening in the world today', actually care? Do we strive to be better as a nation, beyond resting on our past laurels and the thought that India can become a super power.
How, I pray to know, are we to become a superpower when we laud the looters and the gangsters, placing them on pedestals and handing them the reins of Governance. We are still stuck on our tagline of "Garibi Hatao', and yet at the ground level launch policies which only perpetuate poverty and hunger. Reservations in name of 'mobilizing the deprived sections of society', has only become a means of amassing votes in elections.
Can such a nation ever hope to live up to its potential. We as a nation have been blessed with plenty; bountiful resources- both natural and human which have only been exploited for the benefit of a few. The streets of Delhi presents to us this disparity- Dozens of Audis, BMWs and Range Rovers zoom past beggars and slums, reeking of hunger and poverty.
There's not a more desperate time as now to spark a change- in attitude and practice, to try and live up to this Super power tag.
Look East, folks. See the shining buildings, the opulence, the welfare. These have come about because of a change. Till the 1960s, these countries were like us- plagued with a million problems. Look how fortunes have turned, because they took on the flood, they strived and worked for change.
And look within, see how the longer we ignore our issues, we will sink in our miseries and want.
The tag of a Super Power will remain a What could have been, rather a What can be.
Change, it is time to realize, is the only way we can stay afloat, or we will lose all of our ventures.
Oh where do I start, this tale of glee.
We share a lot of things in common,
But then again, we could not have been bigger polar opposites of each other.
There's the Moo, she's a social snob,
There's then the Lals, forever the social butterfly (though she would never admit it),
and then there's Sege (me), who's just plain socially awkward.
And yet somehow we find ourselves in a sort of symbiosis.
Thriving in the companionship of each other.
We first met in a Boarding school far far away from each of our homes,
And as they say,
Nothing has been the same since.
From Moo, nerdy soul that she is,
I hope to derive- The drive to succeed, the inspiration to strive.
And in Lals I admire, the cheer and the jolliness.
The positivism and the Practical Reasoning.
Lals, Moo and I have faced numerous hurdles in each of our lives,
And through it all, we have shepherded each other.
When Moo, who is a 'Sciencie', just could not gulp down the Environmental Studies book
In time for the Board Examinations of Class 12,
There was I, the self proclaimed Environmental Studies veteran, to help her swallow it in bunches.
When I could not understand the complexities of the Algebraic equations and Trigonometric problems,
There was Lals, to break it down, in the most patient way only she knows how.
These dependencies, needless to say, goes on and on.
To the point that we can only be independent from everyone else, because we are so dependent on each other.
True Friendships, they say, is hard to find,
And with each passing year, I realize just how true the saying is.
And with each Tick-tock of the clock,
I realise just how fortunate I am to find these two Looney Besties of mine.
A decade ago, if you asked me, I would say that there are things that just do not go together, like me and butterflies (Massive phobia, don't even bother asking about it); Indian food and wine (not that I have tried it, but I feel like it just would not); and Youth and Politics.
But now, after seeing the wave of feverish fervent among all the electoral groups which so far had abstained from being seen anywhere near the electoral booths, I am reconsidering my stand.
Today's youth is passionate. They stand up for things they believe in. There is defiance, they question the already existing answers. They do not hesitate to stand up for issues they identify with.
And armed with the ever lethal power of social media, they have spoken, and they have been more often than not, heard.
Whether it be the candle-light vigils buoyed by Facebook groups that have led to the re-opening of criminal cases, or the numerous status updates and Whatsapp and We-chat broadcasts that surely catalyzed the voting revolution in Delhi and other States, one thing is for sure, there is no stopping the Youth of today.
So if you honestly ask me, what can be done to inspire and mobilize the youth of today to vote in the General Elections, I would seriously do a double-take of the question. Because honestly, I feel like they are inspired and mobilized like they never have been before.
Of course there still exists the equivalents of Pugs, the ones who sit on couches and give the ever-so-convenient answer- Nothing's going to change, Who cares, They are all the same- criminals, etc.. For giving them that required little push, I would think bombarding them with reminders on all the social media apps should do the trick.
You know, the Anna Hazares and the Arvind Kejriwals of their friendship circles could send those long forwards which end with "If you do not forward this to your other lazy friends, and if you do not go and cast your vote, your couch will magically disappear and you will be forced to live in the real world".
Social media is such that these days all you see on Facebook Timelines and We chat group messages, are "Let's vote, Let's support those who can change the world, Let's change the world ourselves', making everything else suddenly seem so trivial. Of course that is not to say there still does not exist the one or two folks who still post 'selfies' and pictures of their lunches, but these have, thank the good Lord, dwindled.
Peer pressure, this time, to do the right thing, that's all that's needed.
And social media apps, are just the right tools for that.
Imagine if Gandhi and the other National Leaders had the apps we have today in the Freedom Struggle age. How easy would it have been for them. Create an event on Facebook titled 'Dandi march', invite everyone, and bam, the whole nation would have successfully attended the Salt march and led the British to update their statuses with 'Oh Crap', 'I am running away' Selfies.
The revolutionaries would have created We chat groups, and have planned their attacks with much more success.
Oh the Possibilities.
Why then, should the youth of today shirk away from our responsibilities as Responsible Citizens. We have got to be the change of the World, we cannot sit on our couches, waiting for some sort of Magic to happen.
I end this with a slightly tweaked quote of Marx- Voters of the country unite (and go vote), You have nothing to lose but your chains (and some calories if your polling booth is at a distance). You have a world to win (and the chance to upload a 'I just voted. Yayy me' selfie- just kidding).
|(Bangkok October 2013)|
Monday, 4 November 2013
I want to feel whole again,
Feel the rush of the tumultuous sea
Beneath my feet.
Feel the boom of the fireworks,
Oh how they explode in the sky above.
How often do we really feel though.
As the wise ones say,
We merely exist,
One day to another.
To pursue all things trivial.
There are days like this,
When I do not see myself anymore.
When all I see is merely a cover,
Hollow and empty.
Saturday, 2 November 2013
I stumbled across an old friend today,
In the messily picturesque world of CP,
She brought back in my jumbled mind,
A whole new glossy window into a world gone by.
Through the banter exchanged,
We found ourselves teleported,
To a scene left far behind.
In our dig of pleasantries and conversations,
We found within ourselves our old pasts.
Sunday, 1 September 2013
The whole Team US vs Team Syria and Obama's great plan of saving the people of Syria bothers me a lot.
Afghanistan, Iraq and Libya still exist in the shambles that was left when mighty America rescued it from the clutches of evil.
The sad thing is, for all the ideals that are bullshitted as 'reasons to intervene', it's only the innocent who are killed.
The drones that flock to the scene to wipe out the so called evil, only find targets in the children and men and women of the country. It's the soldiers who move in into these places poisoned with animosity who are sent home in coffins draped in their countries' colours.
The men in suits and ties sit in posh locations discussing strategy. They move the pieces on the chessboard, unaffected by the wreckage they cause on the ground.
Would Syria be any different?
Saturday, 31 August 2013
For, love is a word carelessly hurled,
At a friend who accidentally might say the right thing at the right time,
At a stranger who might do a good deed.
To acquaintances in a casual get-together.
Ubiquitous and cheap a word it now is,
I too find myself gushing it to people
Who hardly have a place in my heart.
That's what this fast everything world does to you.
Takes away the beautiful things and utterances.
Much like the two minute noodles,
And five minute mc Donald fries,
I love you too has become a merely hourly thing.
Spoken to people you barely know,
And taken for granted by people you do know.
-A disgruntled soul