Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Cultured And Civilized Humans!!!!



Hello readers. Well, since I started writing against the double-edged society in our country, people have been slashing out at me for being unfriendly and harsh. News for them is, here's some more.

But first, my dear readers, I humbly ask of you to rewind a few years more than a decade and think- what did we do during holidays or festivals? Bought balloons, toys, lots of melody chocolates, spent quality time with our families and of course stood for at least ten minutes or more in front of the idols or the ceremonies. We walked with sandals, sometimes barefoot too, and friendships, family-bonding, all had their healthy share of time.
      Okay. End of dream. What do we do now? Oh, I forgot, in the mean time, we have grown up. I am going to give you a picture of a typical present-day festival in my state.
      It was Puja season and probably all of East India has holidays in this season. So here was I, tired of racing for nothing with this world, wasting off my holidays also. I thought to visit the nearby celebrations, for a change. There has been enigmatic rise in population, one could see from the roaring crowd. I walked towards the raised dais slowly where the idol of Goddess Laxmi, adorned with colorful saree and flowers and jewels.The aarti ceremony that took place was grand where the praises of the goddess were sung describing her gumption and valor. The sweet fragrance of incense added to the charm. Oh! How beautiful! I sighed in satisfaction. And then the moment of realization struck. Where were all the people, I wondered!

Just as I got out of the pandal, I saw them- all cluttered around in small eateries and bargain shops and a variety of other stalls in the pallishree mela that was held this time during the puja. So that's why they come to a puja nowadays, I thought. One fine gentleman bargained a Rs 750 item all the way down to Rs 250, and then decided against buying it! All the hard work of 20 minutes and the shopkeeper didn't even get a penny! No doubt why those shopkeepers behave rudely with the customers now-a-days! Half of the grown-ups were talking with their friends in their hi-tech phones while the odd grandma attended the aarti ceremony with the maid of the house. The children, also grown-ups, seemed to be clinging on to the moment for tradition's sake. Poor goddess!! I say this not because am an atheist… I do believe in the grace and divinity of the Gods…. But because I saw people were eager to finish off the proceedings during the puja ASAP and get back to the other attractions during the Puja(Read on and find out for yourself)

The ladies at the Pallishree Mela were busy in doing two things- gossip.. and shopping.I couldn’t figure out which one out of the two things they were doing more!! (Some of them seemed keen on shoplifting too!) I would rather shoot myself in the foot than endure the torture of shopping with ladies during a festival.. I sighed!! No matter what store they went to.. "I don't like this", "this is too itchy", "this is too big", "I'm hungry", "Do you have this item or that or that or that.."(which they aren't selling and she knows fully well but can't accept that), "this isn't the right color".. etc. Even the eatery stalls weren’t being spared.. a few seemingly well mannered ladies(well mannered I say coz they were sweet talking.. the epitome of politeness and humility ha!!) for the sake of taste were tasting one by one each of the available item in the shops.. their most commonly used phrases… bhaiya can I taste some of these? How does that thing taste!! Is that thing there mitha or teekha.. Na this doesn’t taste that good what else do you have??Observing these peculiarly strange behaviour.. I remembered a quote I had read somewhere.. It goes like this:”Where women are concerned.. The unexpected always happens…” I mean why aren't they a little less complex? But, after all, ladies are ladies,and that is the beauty of it… I guessed, and moved on to the cultural acts.

The cultural acts were amazing with the paika dance form which attracted me the most. It's a form of battle dance. They danced a fiery battle dance while drums played on. It was more like a clarion call urging the dancers to get ready for a fiery battle ahead. The vigor and physical excitement of the dancers was worthy of notice. I enjoyed the most there. But what shot my resentment to top-notch was that this was being witnessed by a handful of individuals. I asked to one of the performers, "Don't you feel disheartened with this low turnout?" Said he, "What to do! Our work is to try and revive these cultures and we would continue doing that. People say they follow western culture now. They don't know how famous is our dances in the west. Idiots have learned to wear sunglasses and tiny dresses only." I could not agree more. There was time for gossip and dirty politics but no time for appreciation of art of top level.
          Speaking of dance and time for appreciation brings into my mind another sight worth mentioning which I observed on my way back to home from the mela.… Right across the place where pallishree mela was being held some 500 mts apart there was an orchestra band with juvenile dance girls for crowd entertainment….. well such an enormous crowd was being entertained that day that it virtually brought all the traffic into a standstill… as for the dancing girls and their costumes as well as the dual meaning songs and tunes they were dancing to…I better leave that to your imagination!!! No wonder why such a crowd had gathered for “ENTERTAINMENT”  
      Well, there was some more time, but all these things had already flared up my rage against the dual views of today's society again. Lest I vent out all my frustration on someone, I quickly returned home and started writing!! The question I asked myself is we call ourselves culturally civilized race of the 21st century… Are we really??? Well the happenings around us don’t quite prove our claim to be correct… In fact the facts and statistics (of crime rate, oppression, atrocities against women and a hell lot of other such issues) speak otherwise!!

Monday, September 17, 2012

PISS...



Hi, dear reader, before you form an opinion about this post reading just its title, which I am sure few of you would already have, the moment you read the caption, I would like to ask you a few questions. I asked myself before writing this post. WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN
1. No one listens to you?
2. Even fewer people understand you?
3. There are a lot of things that bug your mind and yet you find yourself so very helpless to do anything about it?
4. The level of irritated frustration rises so high that you can’t concentrate on anything else...
All these questions when I asked myself I got only 1 answer which is I write about those at my blog. Sometimes it is well accepted, sometimes it may not, at other times it isn’t even responded to and again never ever discussed!! but that doesn't stop me from writing what I feel should be written out and also wont stop me coz I know if I don’t, I wont be at peace.

This is one of the reasons why I decided to write about the title you just read... Thank you for your patience dear reader I would now raise the curtains on what exactly drove me to write about PISS and don’t be shocked from the beginning, I guarantee you, there are plenty of those in the subsequent follow through all over this post!!
Since India or Indians on behalf of the country decided to stand up against corruption, there have been many instances which constantly remind me of PISS... I bet you know the dictionary meaning of the word...but trust me, this is different, my own acronym for a long sentence....
Let go off all your fears and inhibitions reader, for I now welcome you to the Pathetic Indian Societal Scenario (which is what I will mean henceforth when I mention PISS)

PISS is a post springing up from pain,frustration,anger,helplessness and all things negative that can ever enter your brain as humans, things that had long been suppressed but cant be held within any longer!! The reason?? A book THE WHITE TIGER by Arvind Adiga that won the booker prize for 2008!! Well basically it is a satire a cold hearted relentless and captivating satire on India!! As the protagonist (who z a poverty ridden-tortured kid-turned driver read a slave to his master-turned murderer-turned entrepreneur and finally a very successful businessman) in the book calls himself a person made from half baked clay, and as he describes in his letters to the Chinese premier that there are two sides to INDIA the bright side as the whole world sees it and a dark side that we Indians better know than anyone else.. I consider myself lucky for reading that book pretty much impulsively though... I say so coz I didn’t have any idea what the book was all about until I started reading it… I only decided to buy it coz it won the booker prize!! But trust me when I say once I started reading the book I just couldn’t put it down to read at a later time… and as for the consequences of the awakening (let me call it awakening) into the bitter realities portrayed about the way of life of a poverty stricken Indian or more so a less fortunate Indian I found myself and my thoughts at a dead end, not finding a suitable way to vent out anywhere else.. This post is only a small attempt for my satisfaction and recovering my peace of mind. This post that I am writing, when this is over, I will be satisfied and things won’t disturb me anymore for I will finally know what I ought to do!! Yet again if I write all those things, I would be getting nowhere, but boring you out of your minds, I therefore decided to express a few selective yet debatable topics that I failed miserably to reason why!!

1. Corruption and India's Fight against it... (Seems almost hypothetical to me because in a mass protest all is good and fine but when it comes down to individual interests we people generally compromise in parting with a few bucks to get our things done and not even once do we think about the national interests)
2.The safekeeping or so to say the hospitality shown to merciless terrorists in India by our govt on the pretext of basic human rights...(What the fuck!! were they humans, when they went around killing innocent citizens, What about the people that died as such?? weren’t they humans?? The death sentence to Kasab does very little for the pain in the hearts of the family members of the people his group killed so ruthlessly)
3. The attitude of people as a whole (I mean the society of ours) towards such topics.
4. The ignorance or lack of interest and awareness!!
5. The sorry state of buses and trains or for that matter surroundings roads and public property in India, which is why I say In here.. compromise seems to be a way of life!!

Coming to more sensitive topics or you can call taboo topics if you so wish...
Newspapers being so full of news of in short to say extreme physical abuse of females ranging from kids, teenagers to foreign tourists and the hype and politics associated with it(makes women empowerment and boasts of gender equality a laughing stock or at least decoratively limited to pen and paper)
Doesn't reading this much and thinking about it already make you angry??I bet yes it does as it made me angry that’s why I decided to write it off here at the blog!! No explanations to anyone or about anything, Nothing...

     I completely am aware that as for my age, I am too small to take action, I mean yes, 24 years, without a job, still struggling and fighting against all odds to chase my dreams, doesn’t sound too good a qualification for speaking among the older generation, say with family and neighborhood, thanks to the society for that and the way we Indians are brought up; Does it??But I don’t care, I have decided, out of the topics I just mentioned, most are a national threat and major issues to be talked about for now and anything I would be doing about, but the local issues, that which I know I can fight against, I will for sure, because I might be starting this alone in the first place, but someday some of us will meet who understand me and share my thinking and feelings and are of the same weird and crazy mentality as me... then I wont be alone, We would be a group, a team, fighting commonly for a cause!! There is this society again that we live in, it will criticize, it almost always does, less appreciation and encouragement and more obstacles and cynicism with backstabbing, cruel satires, well such people don’t have other things to do, they just don’t realize something until they experience that personally.. But who cares I don’t; What would be the worst case scenario, that my image, my good name as an obedient, abiding decent and well mannered guy would go down the drains and I would be labeled as arrogant, disobedient, unsocial err antisocial, ill mannered... well the adjectives can keep on growing in numbers and I wont stop Writing or Fighting back.. It’s better to stand up and fight than accept the baseless unnecessary things that just don’t make any sense!!!
Would You Dare to be different??
Would You Dare take a chance??
Would You Care like hell to what others say??
And dare to find out facts for yourself??
Would You Do something, anything and everything it takes to change the PISS!! WOULD YOU???

Monday, June 25, 2012

In Sweet Reminiscence

Sometimes I wonder, how long can I let things happen??
I wonder , how different things are now than things were then..
Sometimes I wonder, why do I not protest
When I am hurt and my heart isn’t at rest!
Sometimes I wonder, where had it all gone wrong??
I wonder when did I miss that beautiful song
Sometimes I wonder, where did I lose You as a friend!!
Sometimes I wonder, if only this pain could end…
Sometimes when I feel like opening up my heart to You
It is then I am afraid I can’t trust myself even
For certain things are best buried deep inside my heart….
It is better the way things are rather than giving them a new start!!
Tired of figuring out I focus on a lesson I learnt
Learning it the hard way, a part of me was burnt...
A lesson that I know I will never forget
Having made this choice I know I won’t regret!!
Difficult it is still and difficult it will always be
Remembering about those times the way you were there for me…
Each one of those memories I have in my own way treasured
Looking back at those I know our friendship hasn’t withered…
When I was hurt, I knew something once beautiful between me and you is seriously wrong!!!
All this time I have bore the pain in my heart and ever since got strong…
Getting over the pain and moving on is just a matter of time…
To realise that it always was, only took me this long!!

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

That Sweet Mermaid In Black!!

One fine evening I met an angel under the cool moonlit sky
Meeting her made me happy I don't know why!!
One look into those eyes of hers
And I forgot all my worries and angers...
Her face had a strange yet known caring glow
Mesmerized instantly I said to myself wow!!
That smile which spread on her lips
Made my heart skip many a beats!
For a moment I stood there motionless completely still
I silently thanked God for granting my will.
Those cascades of long jet black hair
Falling on her face so innocently fair..
Lost I was again when she started to talk
In the sweet melody of her voice I took a really long walk...
She was such a delight to be with
A comfort I could feel when she was around
Even a lot could be spoken without uttering a sound...
That the night was growing deeper,
That she had to return, made me sad!!
Yet there was a reason I thought about which I could be glad
Cos I had with me the memories when I came back....
The memories of the evening with that sweet mermaid in black!!!