Sunday, September 1, 2013

Of Ambitions And Agressions and Confusions...

You know,when I entered college,I was in a daze...coming to think of it,I think the better part of my plus two was spent in a daze..the details fuzzy,but the results crystal clear. But then,it never really bothered me,I mean,not in the What-is-going-to-happen-to-me kind of way....nothing ever seems to affect me that way,ever. No dream,,no commodity,no current relationship(parents and room-mate are exceptions to all matter mentioned below ;-) )...
That got me to thinking,what really does affect me?I mean there has to be something which explains the sometimes rational,sometimes irrational things which I do. And after a long,really long thinking session,I was enligtened.
Being Right. Thats what matters to me...not being good,or bad,just right. Not right in the I-can-do-no-wrong way,but in a more reflective manner,where doing the right thing may not always be the wise thing.
I dont know why I am writing this..its been ages since I wrote something. Actually its been ages since I spoke my mind. A blog is not always the best way to speak your mind,but then,Im not famous. Yet.
The thing is,I have been doing a lot of wondering lately and the self enlightenment can be scary sometimes. Add to that freaky grandfather predictions(the predictions are freaky!),and I see a perfect  recipe for a disaster coming my way.
Oh well,this is just going to be a piece of really disconnected hard-to-find-meaning-of thoughts...I kindof feel that way many single trains of thought,all coming and merging and showing and hiding at the most inappropriate of times. Its almost irritating,how my brain keeps flitting from one zone to another. Does it happen with everyone?Or I am a real freak?! I definitely dont like to call myself a freak.Its freaky.
A couple days ago I was in despair over the kind of ambition people have,more so about the filthy thinking and agression that comes with the ambition...and that is when I realised that the only thing that separated me from them,was that I had an overriding obsession of being right,as I said earlier. Even in my thoughts,I need to be right. That doesnt mean that I dont have ambitions,only mine are harder to define and almost impossible to achieve till Im a senior citizen,so I have decided to be in peace for the next forty years.
In the fuzzy times,i never had any ambition,apart from getting through the day. Now,maybe I think about getting through the next week without causing a debacle.Surely thats an improvement?
Funnily enough,I have this image of a "good" girl (whatever that means) which makes me famous with all the He-is-just-like-my-grandfather kindof teachers.While in truth,I dont know how much of good I have ever been to my own grandfathers! Worthy to be mentioned,the image really doesnt do much "good" to Me,anyday.
There was a itme when I needed to talk abut everything,every single thing,you can say,when I was actually expressive. Now Im just too lazy to explain myself. And then I wonder,is it really so unthinkable to expect to be understood without expressing?Surely I am not the only one who feels this way? Who knows,maybe I am. I mean,its so much easier to just brood and wonder and sulk on your own than to actually untangle the mess that are your thoughts and lay it out for someone to read.
I dont know if this whole disorganosed brain is a phase or a nature,but the first time in a long time I feel self-dependent,if thats even a word! Is it wrong to be self-suffficient, aggressively so? To feel like you really dont need anything or anyone else other than time to be okay again?
I dont know. There kicks in my mechanism to be right again. Its tiring as a way and easy as a choice. Mostly.
Maybe ten years from now this all will be a daze too. But three pillars of my current existense, I just wish they are added to,not deducted. That feels just about right,forever.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Since Everybody Has Something To Say....

  Every once in a while,there comes a wave,where everybody seems to have something to say,about any and every thing,and this is one of those times.So,I thought,why stay behind?Just join in the tirade.
 The recurrring issue,currently,seems to be the safety of women in our country,rather,the absence of it.And theres no end to the blame game here.From the Government,to the wide male population in the whole country,to the politicians,to the random "Baba"s coming up with "brotherly" advices,nobody has been spared.Maybe,even rightly so.Recently a friend said,that all this outburst is because the rage had been simmering for a long time and it just needed an outlet.And that seems quite apt.As apt as during the Anna Hazare movement,which needs a few hits on google to be adequately remembered now.And as a lot of people do,even I believe this "rage" will die out soon enough,similar to the other "Rages" to have come and gone.
    But after reading hundreds on articles on the issue,the question that I have is that how an we expect others to "respect" women when they themselves dont?We look up to the Males of the society for respect,but dont look into ourselves.In some article I read,the writer had said,quite correctly,that men now want "sexy or slutty" girlfriends and "homely" sister,and "chick" friends..And we are perfectly fine being the "whores" to our partners.
 A lot of people would disagree with me,that language is not everything.That just language cannot denote decency.Maybe JUST language doesnt denote decency,but still,it potrays a lot.I study in a college where swearings fly at every other sentences,and even a couple of "item" spottings are also not uncommon.How many times has it happened that some man has tried to stand too close to you and YOU have moved away,rather than asking the man to?Even I have done that.Because,we say,in a few minutes,the journey would be over,so why get into a confrontation?And as soon as we get leave the bus,the man gets another women to stand close to.And many of these will be the typical "bhodrolok" of the society.
  I have had songs sung to me at roads,and moved away as fast as I can.Next time,probably these would be the men grabbing a girl passing by,because they know no one will protest.
How many times have we seen women facing the flak of the family while men get away with the same?How many times have we  seen mothers of girls telling daughters that there is a difference in being a girl and a boy,even though they spent all their lives savings on her education?How many times have we seen a boy being asked to mop the floor of the house in the maid's absence?The sad part is,women themselves want to perpetuate the inferiority gradient,intentionally or unintentionally.Mothers ask daughters to sacrifice their jobs,go with the husband,not the other way round,citing the responsibility of the child.How is the responsibility of a father any less than that of a mother.
 Mother-in-laws take in domestic violence on the daughter-in-law,and maybe even encourage it.Look up the burning cases,dowry cases,and more than often,the accused list includes more women than men.
  From what I have seen,women come together as a united front,only after something has already happened,not before that.And theres no guarantee that that united front can prevent any further occurences.
  Women still let themselves be treated as objects in our society,an object to be derived pleasured from.Wives are still mere trophies,and if a working wife earning a six figure salary,then a very expensive trophy.And we have such pride in the "working" part!
  Theres an imbibed sense of being inferior,or "different" as many would like to put in generations of women.And I think the permanent solution to the "country mindset" as I read somewhere,is only when we can start standing up for ourselves,in even the smallest of spaces.And maybe few generations later there would be an Indian society which would  have women  finally looking themselves in the eye.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

You'll love me again.....

  As time and again
The pain jarrs the heart
I ask myself 
Why do I care?

As time and again 
The words pierce through
I ask myself
Why did I ever care?

Haven't I seen enough?
Haven't I cried enough?
Then why do I still feel?
Then why do I still care?

Maybe 'coz my heart still beats...
Maybe 'coz I still have hope 
Maybe 'coz I still believe...
That you'll love me again....

Maybe your eyes will shine again
With the light of love unspoken.....
Maybe your fingers will touch again
To ease the pain of wounds unseen.....

Maybe your memories will give me the strength
To wait......
To wait for the day,
When you'll love me again.....

That day you'll love me again....
I'll wait.
I'll wait till forever.....
To make you love me again.....

Monday, April 25, 2011


   Dry leaves rustled on the sidewalk adorned by the haunting shadows of bare mangled branches...another spring gone by,another winter came by.The little baby in the house round the corner outgrew his little shoes,the old grandma in the second house had to undergo yet another surgery and his son had another promotion.Time seemed to be moving on,or not.
   Cause like everday for the last years,the number of which nobody cared to remember,he walked down.Same time,same man,same route,and same destination,if only anybody knew it.Only his posture seemed to be drooping a little more,his steps a tad bit slower,his silhouette more tired....
  The little boy who used to wait to see him pass by at morning has a child of his own and long since given up feeling excited to see him turn round the corner.....playing children had followed him more than once but given up when he turned three corners more and stopped at a flower shop....
 Today also he was there,trudging along,like he had an unfinished task,only nobody knew or bothered what....

Sharp shrieks pierced the air and a crowd gathered around the young boy writhing in pain from the electric current flowing through his body...there was no way he could pull his little hand away from the wire mesh holding it like a magnet...there was no way he could retrieve the ball lying inside that mesh...maybe never.The crowd stood like statues,some apalled,some afraid to risk themselves...until a cane stick lashed out at the little hand...the boy lay flung over on the sidewalk,bleeding,whimpering....the crowd moved,but he was already much faster than his stooped much possessed than his hypnotised stance.....he turned over the boy,took him up in shaking hands,hailed a taxi and sped off....and the crowd stared.The routine had been broken.

That evening,he lay,lifeless,on his son's grave,a single rose in his hand..If anybody had bothered ,he would have known that his 16 year old son had died by electrcution from an open wire in the road,35 years ago,two days before his daily visits to to the cemetory had started.Maybe,he finished his unfinished job that day....maybe...

Monday, March 28, 2011

The Mask and The Muse....

"God has given you one face,and you make yourself another"
                                                                                       -William Shakespeare

    Whenever it has so happenned that the worldy situations proclaimed a truth of my life,which I was not particularly happy to conform with,I have been told,"Maybe that is how it was meant to be..."     I believe in destiny...I believe we are all meant to be something,to be someone,we were born to be a certain person...yes,a certain person...a person which we are but we never live...its just like another colourful mask languishing in the overflowing cupboard of human emotions....
   Simple did much rather have had a pav bhaji but chose a would have taken that sweet teddy but you chose a picture frame for your friend...we say because its more "appropriate"....or is it just more convenient to shut ourselves off behind this pretence and save ourselves the misery the vulnerability that being real comes with....its not about stigma,its not about being taunted....its about keeping yourself from whom,the person you call your soulmate?The person whom you call a "chaddi-buddy"?Or the person whom you call "Dad"?Or simply,from yourself?
I think most of us are rather afraid of themselves...somewhere we are too afraid to let ourselves out...
But again,by keeping ourselves shut behind those self-created barriers,we lose the chance to experience the beauty of those moments of being just ourselves....opening our barriers,going beyond the coccoons of propriety...if we just stop judging people with the rusted yardsticks of old,we can just find beautful persons behind those "wrong" masks,true friends behind the "dont mix" tags,a muse behind the "bastard".....
  It just depends on how we chose to look at it,whether we look at what the world wants us to see or whether we use our own eyes...its time we stopped acting,and moved the props,because the view beyond is sure to be much more enjoyable...the life beyond much more livable....

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.  ~Fran├žois Duc de La Rochefoucauld

Lets be something more than just a disguise.....Lets be US.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Of Aspirations and Adulations....

West Indies-174/7(39 overs)...the air in the TV room is cheery,evident from the intermittent shouts coming up to my room on the first floor...just an hour ago though the story was quite,if not fully different.The faces bore a resigned anger,ranging from irritation to frustration....and while I went out to vent some of my own frustration,my friend put up a point which nags me often enough but never enough to speak it out loud.Or let me say the truth-I am too afraid of the retorts so to say....
   Lets say one of us works in a MNC...and has screwed up some project.Sure,he is in the boss's line of fire,the subject of ridicule of his colleagues and maybe some not-so-well-wishers.But do people swear to kill him?Do some hundreds of people run to wreck his home...burn his effigies?I think not.Then why that bunch of 20-odd people?Because they have chosen something as a profession that is the passion for half the population of the country?Or because they have "chosen" to make themselves public property?
    Seriously,the people who partake such nonsensical behavior go back home and have a good nights sleep.But then who is there to watch the players slog out from the wee hours of the morning to eerie hours of the night.Why are they criticised when they are found partying?Dont other people with jobs party?
   I firmly believe every person has his or her own set of responsibilities,own cant thrust your own ambitions on them.That too for the selfish reason that you want your entertaiment.Yes,its just that for most of us.A source of entertainment,something to talk about.Thats it.Who gives a thought about those who get injured and lose their careers?About how much they sacrifice when they come out in the field looking to fulfill the ambitions of some 100 crore hearts?Some fainthearted people,they must be!
Why cant we let it remain a game...why cant we treat the players as we do other people...why cant we accept that they are human,they make their faults.And they have their strenghts.Just as we dont want our neighbours peeking into our bedrooms,we also shouldn't peek into others....what they do on the field should be left just there,on the field,where it belongs.
  At the end of the day,they are adults,who know what they want and hopefully what they have to do get what they want.And for them,each match is much more than the final result...they have a lot at stake.A Lot.
 So why dont we just leave them to fight their own battles?Because somewhere,we cant fight theirs,and they cant fight ours.
Now India has won the match...all we care nobody now really minds Yuvraj's womanising ways or Dhoni's dares...till times change.Which,for their sake,I hope are for the better.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Why grow up.....?

“Too many people grow up.That’s the real trouble with the world,too many people grow up.They forget.They don’t remember what its like to be 12 years old.They patronize,they treat children as inferiors.Well,I won’t do that.”
      These words were said by the man who made a mouse into a mascot for honest entertainment.Yes,he was Walt Disney.And going back to what he said,we all know that he had almost redefined childhood.
The last time I was home,I went out with my parents and my little niece,only to fall head over heels in love with a cute and large balloon -it was a moment of sheer weakness and without realising or thinking,I loudly voiced my desire.Only to be met  with the loudest of guffaws!Now,how crushing is THAT!And believe me,I was both astounded and dismayed to see that my niece had shown no similar signs of adoration for the thing which,reportedly,was more apt of her age.That made matters worse-“You,a college-going grown up girl want a balloon?-they asked.True,all was said and done in good humor,but that made me think.What do you mean by “growing up”?How do you define the term?
    The online dictionary defines defines  it as “to develop and mature gradually”-but I ask is it really as simple as that?
   Or is it letting go of all things that you once held  dear-that mangled car under the bed or the ragged doll with one eye blinded due to over-enthusiastic petting?Is it about outgrowing the yo-yo s?Or is it about frowning over the ink-filled pages which tell the story of your excellent teaching skills,albeit over some helpless,mute lesser life forms…most of them conjured out of thin air?
I remember,when my father used to say that one day he has to grow old,I would protest with all the voice my lungs could muster.There is a comfort in knowing that he will remain the same,the world will remain the same forever,an amazing security in feeling that his mane would never turn  gray as his father’s had done before him.
Childhood as I remember was about believing in a universe that was more utopian than real….where “happily ever after” was not a mere “fairytale” ending,but a way of life.It was taking everything face-value,it was falling down,getting up and running again.Fearlessly.The stakes may have been low,but the joy was complete.
Growing up….it came with understanding the nuances in life,the intricacies in relationships,the frailty of the bonds which had promised to be forever.It came with the realisation that you can never take anything for granted….it came with the strive to fight for what you wanted,going that extra mile for someone you love….
Growing up brought with it heartbreaks galore….the triumphs  were exhilarating and the failures life-wrecking.The stakes had increased.Disillusioned,I asked my Mother….why did I grow up?And she said “because childhood was the bud and adulthood is the blossom the bud is destined to become.”
It was then that I realised that we did not really have a choice and we did not necessarily have to let go of what we were to be what we are….because what  we were is an integral part of what we are…..confusing?Well, I was,and still am!

I will say,why do we have to let go of yesterday to step into tomorrow….they can go hand in hand through time that is today…..why cant we still enjoy the horror-stricken Jurassic Park  nights… the scintillating SRK-Kajol chemistry…because its melodramatic?But can you deny  that packets of chips,bottles of coke and a fight over the best seat that becomes more dramatic than the movie itself was the best thing that could have happened to you?Well,it certainly was,for me!
“Growing old is mandatory,growing up is optional”-for me,that’s what its all about .Its about the option we have to enjoy the best of both worlds…. The maturity of adulthood truly makes us realise the value of the innocence the world is bereft of…. the inherent innocence behind the suspense of huddling under a blanket and discussing subjects which had been labelled with the tag of forbiddenness  with my more knowledgeable cousins….and keeping the ears open for any sign of any unwanted interruption in the form of my mother,mostly!
Till now,I have lived a life behind closed doors and the windows have never been enough to take in the wide horizon….but today,standing in an open field full of plastic blossoms,my heart aches for that natural drifting fragrance….it was not enough then,but it is all I want now…..
Difficult,considering the world doesn’t go round the way I want it to….but I believe in something I read sometime back-“The trick is in growing up without growing old”-and there lies the fine difference….taking life as it comes,learning to face,fight and win over the obstacles life brings us is a way of growing up….but that cynical mentality which likes to believe in the worst of everyone or everything is growing old…and it is for us to chose what we want….to grow up or grow old…..?
I would love to grow up…because there is a satisfaction in looking at the world through a tinted glass….imperfect as the view may be….because,atleast the colours would filter the sceptism of the world around. To be frank,I did much rather be happy in my own way than be correct to the whole world.Because it takes a lot to be correct,but it takes the world to be happy…..
I would like to end with a text message I had received on the only day when we can unabashedly celebrate the child in us…..
“I want to go back to the time when
“innocence” was natural,
When “getting high” meant on a swing,
When “drinking” meant rasna
When “dad” was the only hero,
When love was mom’s hug’when “dad’s shoulder” was the highest place on earth
When your worst enemies were your siblings,
When the only thing that hurt were bleeding knees,
When the only things broken were toys,and when goodbyes only meant “till tomorrow”
Today life has changed a lot….A salute to the days that were.Happy Children’s Day.