This one is again coming a bit late :-( , well, these days, they all do. It has become a habit now. I go through an experience, it takes a little while to absorb the enormity of the situation and then I can churn out a few words on it.
I arrived in India on 1st July, spent few sleepy hours in the waiting room of New Delhi Railway Station, boarded the first train in the morning to reach Gwalior and spent three full days there. Though the heat was shouting in my face, you got to be kidding by thinking of going out and visiting places, I did met most of my folks. After my marriage, it was a first visit to their places and they were happy to see me and my shrimatiji together.
I left for bangalore on 5th july and joined the office next day. I would be lying if I say I am all too excited to be in India. Certainly, it has a few good points to see friendly faces around you but at times, I wonder, how the nomads used to live out of their suitcases.
Everyday, gettting ready for office feels tougher than scaling the snow clad peaks of Himalayas. My manager pointed out, nice formals but your black leather belt doesn't go well with your tan colored shoes. I said I know but I am living out of my suitcase, my entire world has been zipped to fit into my Delsy-Strolly. Sometimes, I wonder, will I ever settle down at a place to lead a normal life. So, the homecoming can never make you feel bad , it's just the thought of leaving again that unsettles me.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
He is a quiet man
Those who have seen this depressing movie can pay a little more attention to the tense I have used for the title of this pic. The movie was named as "He was a quiet man" i.e. it was described as a chain of events that had already happened.
However, here I see a similar bubble of frustration just behind my back. I see a very quiet man who gets vocal only when he speaks on phone. He has his own share of issues and whoever is sitting close to him and has a decent enough knowledge of hindi and english is completely aware of his personal problems.
I have already taken a cue and always work with my eyes and ears open, just in case, I need to show my athelitism if this quiet soul ever pulls off a sensational act. The only relief I can find is from the fact that this guys is hardly interested in english movies and there is a very rare chance that he has seen the movie. Well, I cannot say more about it as I am still on my toes to jump off my seat. Whoaaa!!!! what a thrill, coming to office these days has become!!!
However, here I see a similar bubble of frustration just behind my back. I see a very quiet man who gets vocal only when he speaks on phone. He has his own share of issues and whoever is sitting close to him and has a decent enough knowledge of hindi and english is completely aware of his personal problems.
I have already taken a cue and always work with my eyes and ears open, just in case, I need to show my athelitism if this quiet soul ever pulls off a sensational act. The only relief I can find is from the fact that this guys is hardly interested in english movies and there is a very rare chance that he has seen the movie. Well, I cannot say more about it as I am still on my toes to jump off my seat. Whoaaa!!!! what a thrill, coming to office these days has become!!!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Father's Day
This one is coming a bit late !!
I can write, well, anyone can write. I realized this quite late in my life. I picked up the pen when I couldn't carry the burden of unspoken words. Since then, I have felt elated on each word I have penned. I have cried, laughed, got angry, whined and felt disappointed over various write-up that I have tried over the period.
I have written about friends, work, country, society, issues, animals, movies and sports. I have also dedicated someone else's poem to my mother and also written a few incidents about my grandparents. However, I have missed to dedicate a few lines to the person who holds a very special place in my life. He was the first person who gave me the inspiration to write. His persona and his life has always impressed me. He has motivated me and still continues to do so whenever I find myself in the doldrums. He has carried me in his arms when I was a baby, he has hugged me when I tasted success and he has given me a shoulder to cry on, whenever I failed miserably.
He never asked me to be something, he has just asked me to be sincere in whatever I do. When I used to give excuse that the half yearly marks are not counted in the final exams and hence I have not done any crime by not scoring high marks. He used to say, you should make a habit of winning. To compete at any level is not bad even if it is half-yearly exams or unit tests. So, below lines are again whoozing out of my senses and all I can do is to write them down for the most loving person, I know:
but you smiled at me and picked me up everytime.
I wish I had words to say more about you,
All I can say is Dad, I love you'.
I can write, well, anyone can write. I realized this quite late in my life. I picked up the pen when I couldn't carry the burden of unspoken words. Since then, I have felt elated on each word I have penned. I have cried, laughed, got angry, whined and felt disappointed over various write-up that I have tried over the period.
I have written about friends, work, country, society, issues, animals, movies and sports. I have also dedicated someone else's poem to my mother and also written a few incidents about my grandparents. However, I have missed to dedicate a few lines to the person who holds a very special place in my life. He was the first person who gave me the inspiration to write. His persona and his life has always impressed me. He has motivated me and still continues to do so whenever I find myself in the doldrums. He has carried me in his arms when I was a baby, he has hugged me when I tasted success and he has given me a shoulder to cry on, whenever I failed miserably.
He never asked me to be something, he has just asked me to be sincere in whatever I do. When I used to give excuse that the half yearly marks are not counted in the final exams and hence I have not done any crime by not scoring high marks. He used to say, you should make a habit of winning. To compete at any level is not bad even if it is half-yearly exams or unit tests. So, below lines are again whoozing out of my senses and all I can do is to write them down for the most loving person, I know:
I grasped your finger once and you had tears in your eyes,
I learnt to be happy from you and live the life king size.
so selfless was your love that you gave your wishes to fulfill mine,
My mind was muddled but you had faith that I will shine.
but you smiled at me and picked me up everytime.
I wish I had words to say more about you,
All I can say is Dad, I love you'.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Politicians and Diapers
What do politicians and Diapers have in common? Well, Both needs to be changed and for the same reason. The joke is definitely not self-constructed and has been very gratefully borrowed.
On a more sincere note, it does reflect the stark reality that as the time passes by, the cause with which leaders enter into politics takes a backseat.
On a more sincere note, it does reflect the stark reality that as the time passes by, the cause with which leaders enter into politics takes a backseat.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
दुविधा
किस की मानु, कुछ न जानू, विचलित होता है मन,
एक पहेली बनता जाए, जितना सोचे ये मन।
कोई कहे सब मिथ्या है ये, छोड़ दे तू ये जीवन,
कोई कहे की राह पकड़ ले भौतिकता की, कर दे मूल्य तू अर्पण।
में क्या सोचु, में क्या चाहू, कोई ना पूछे मुझसे,
उत्तर की एक आशा में, आज में पुछु तुझसे।
आगे जाऊ, पीछे सोचु, ऐसी है ये उलझन,
पल पल बढती दुविधा में बीत रहा है जीवन।
अंत है न इस दुविधा का, जाने हर बच्चा बड़ा,
वक्त के एक नाजुक मोड़ पर, ऐसा है ये प्रश्न खड़ा।
ज्ञानी बोले, व्यर्थ भटक मत अपने पथ से, बढ़ता जा तू आगे,
सब कुछ है तेरे कदमो, क्यों पीछे को तू भागे।
अपने कर्मो में रमता जा तू, नित नए इतिहास बना,
अपनों के आशीष को लेकर, एक नई दुनिया बसा।
एक पहेली बनता जाए, जितना सोचे ये मन।
कोई कहे सब मिथ्या है ये, छोड़ दे तू ये जीवन,
कोई कहे की राह पकड़ ले भौतिकता की, कर दे मूल्य तू अर्पण।
में क्या सोचु, में क्या चाहू, कोई ना पूछे मुझसे,
उत्तर की एक आशा में, आज में पुछु तुझसे।
आगे जाऊ, पीछे सोचु, ऐसी है ये उलझन,
पल पल बढती दुविधा में बीत रहा है जीवन।
अंत है न इस दुविधा का, जाने हर बच्चा बड़ा,
वक्त के एक नाजुक मोड़ पर, ऐसा है ये प्रश्न खड़ा।
ज्ञानी बोले, व्यर्थ भटक मत अपने पथ से, बढ़ता जा तू आगे,
सब कुछ है तेरे कदमो, क्यों पीछे को तू भागे।
अपने कर्मो में रमता जा तू, नित नए इतिहास बना,
अपनों के आशीष को लेकर, एक नई दुनिया बसा।
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Goodfellas
Inspired from the 90's classic , no, not really. Apart from the title, this story doesn't share any resemblance to the De Niro's flick. We all meet a few persons in our life who leave an everlasting impression on our personas.
Since my childhood, I have a great affinity to spend time with elder people. I like to listen to their experiences, their woes and their suggestions too. This makes me feel happy and I learn a lot from them. It would be very unfair if I do not pen down a few lines for these few great persons who helped me understand the world in a better way.
To start with, I was very attached to my grandfather, I used to call him Anna. I was very impressed with his lifestyle, his discipline and his immense knowledge on a wide array of subject. Be it the politics, the day to day events, religious scriptures or command over sanskrit, hindi or english language. He had answers for almost everything and I was proud to have a grandfather like him when most of my friends had grandfathers who were busy cursing their old age and considered the whole world as a very wrong place to live in.
I can dedicate a whole book of various anecdotes that I shared with my grandfather, a few memories are now hazy as he passed away well before I even entered an adoloscent age.
Another old fellow who took me under his tutelage was Mr. Manke or more affectionately known as Dada. At a mere age of 5, I used to sit with him for hours, listening to whatever he was reading in newspaper or both of us simply sat in the window gazing at the vehicles passing by. Dada always had something in his store to cheer me up. As he used to live next to our house, I never missed to visit him and ask for my daily dose of sugar bits. Years passed by and we moved to a new house leaving behind Dada and his family and to add to my misery, my grandfather also passed away. I had no such old friend to help me out with my problems. At that tender age also, I hardly had any materialistic wishes (apart from Raj Comics!!), my problems had more to do with, I am not enjoying this particular subject and I am so bad at maths that I always loose my rank over this one horrible subject.
Then, another reverent person came into my life and took over the baton from my Grandpa and Dada to guide me though those childhood years of ignorance and curiosity. Coincidentally, he was also affectionately known as Anna. As he noticed my reclusive nature and a constant battle to avoid the public, he advised me to visit him daily and voluntarily offered me his selfless friendship. He always had a funny way of cursing others. The people who faced his wrath ranged from Plumber to Politicians and the daily victims of his whims were his own children. However, under this ever flowing river of spite, a dormant volcanoe of love was awaiting to burst. I enjoyed his company for a long long time and even after we moved to a new place, he invited me to lunch quite a few times to his place.
Last I met him, 3 years ago when I visited his son's house in Indore. He had lost his hearing power and the vision was also completely blurred but still he recognized me and moved his hands to indicate that how I grew up from a small baby in front of his eyes. Well, a year ago, I heard the news that he passed away. Certainly, I never called him all these years but now as he is gone, I feel I lost a very important part of my life.
However, as we all know, life stops for none and it moves on. On my marriage, I got a call from DADA, well into his 80s, his voice still has that amorous touch. He blessed me and Sapna and asked us to pay a visit to Baroda where he is living these days. I wish, I can visit him sometime and sit with him on that window sill gazing at the vehicles again. Next day, we got a letter from him and his wife telling in detail, how they miss our family on this occassion. I do not have any words to explain the importance of these good old fellows in my life. All I can say to these lovely human beings is, Thank you for everything and I miss you alot my special friends!!
Since my childhood, I have a great affinity to spend time with elder people. I like to listen to their experiences, their woes and their suggestions too. This makes me feel happy and I learn a lot from them. It would be very unfair if I do not pen down a few lines for these few great persons who helped me understand the world in a better way.
To start with, I was very attached to my grandfather, I used to call him Anna. I was very impressed with his lifestyle, his discipline and his immense knowledge on a wide array of subject. Be it the politics, the day to day events, religious scriptures or command over sanskrit, hindi or english language. He had answers for almost everything and I was proud to have a grandfather like him when most of my friends had grandfathers who were busy cursing their old age and considered the whole world as a very wrong place to live in.
I can dedicate a whole book of various anecdotes that I shared with my grandfather, a few memories are now hazy as he passed away well before I even entered an adoloscent age.
Another old fellow who took me under his tutelage was Mr. Manke or more affectionately known as Dada. At a mere age of 5, I used to sit with him for hours, listening to whatever he was reading in newspaper or both of us simply sat in the window gazing at the vehicles passing by. Dada always had something in his store to cheer me up. As he used to live next to our house, I never missed to visit him and ask for my daily dose of sugar bits. Years passed by and we moved to a new house leaving behind Dada and his family and to add to my misery, my grandfather also passed away. I had no such old friend to help me out with my problems. At that tender age also, I hardly had any materialistic wishes (apart from Raj Comics!!), my problems had more to do with, I am not enjoying this particular subject and I am so bad at maths that I always loose my rank over this one horrible subject.
Then, another reverent person came into my life and took over the baton from my Grandpa and Dada to guide me though those childhood years of ignorance and curiosity. Coincidentally, he was also affectionately known as Anna. As he noticed my reclusive nature and a constant battle to avoid the public, he advised me to visit him daily and voluntarily offered me his selfless friendship. He always had a funny way of cursing others. The people who faced his wrath ranged from Plumber to Politicians and the daily victims of his whims were his own children. However, under this ever flowing river of spite, a dormant volcanoe of love was awaiting to burst. I enjoyed his company for a long long time and even after we moved to a new place, he invited me to lunch quite a few times to his place.
Last I met him, 3 years ago when I visited his son's house in Indore. He had lost his hearing power and the vision was also completely blurred but still he recognized me and moved his hands to indicate that how I grew up from a small baby in front of his eyes. Well, a year ago, I heard the news that he passed away. Certainly, I never called him all these years but now as he is gone, I feel I lost a very important part of my life.
However, as we all know, life stops for none and it moves on. On my marriage, I got a call from DADA, well into his 80s, his voice still has that amorous touch. He blessed me and Sapna and asked us to pay a visit to Baroda where he is living these days. I wish, I can visit him sometime and sit with him on that window sill gazing at the vehicles again. Next day, we got a letter from him and his wife telling in detail, how they miss our family on this occassion. I do not have any words to explain the importance of these good old fellows in my life. All I can say to these lovely human beings is, Thank you for everything and I miss you alot my special friends!!
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Meant for feet only...
Circa 1990, I was just 9 old and was pampering my newly bought pair of shoes. I vowed, I will never wear them as they will get dirty. A friend of mine from the neighborhood offered advice, Rs 300 or Rs 3,000, doesn't matter. Shoes will always be shoes and they will always be in your feet.
This friend of mine was not of my same age. No, he wasn't even close to my elder brother's or father's age. He was close to my Grandpa's age and after my grandpa passed away, he voluntarily offered me his friendship and I gladly accepted it.
I used to spend hours sitting at his lavish bed where all the paraphernalia required for his daily activities used to be neatly staked. It included, Sweets, Snacks, Tobacco, a religious book and hand held fan. Well, I can write another post on the bond that I shared with this good old fellow and how I missed him after we shifted to a new place.
So, he offered me his invaluable piece of wisdom and mocked at my thought of keeping this shoes away from dirt. I retorted saying, they are costly and are better than all of my classmates. He was bemused by the new lows my reasoning had reached. However, I took his advice and worn those shoes.
I still have that penchant for new shoes and have that longing to keep them clean. So, whenever I become too finicky about them, I remind myself of that old friend who said, however costly they may be, Shoes are meant for your feet only.
This friend of mine was not of my same age. No, he wasn't even close to my elder brother's or father's age. He was close to my Grandpa's age and after my grandpa passed away, he voluntarily offered me his friendship and I gladly accepted it.
I used to spend hours sitting at his lavish bed where all the paraphernalia required for his daily activities used to be neatly staked. It included, Sweets, Snacks, Tobacco, a religious book and hand held fan. Well, I can write another post on the bond that I shared with this good old fellow and how I missed him after we shifted to a new place.
So, he offered me his invaluable piece of wisdom and mocked at my thought of keeping this shoes away from dirt. I retorted saying, they are costly and are better than all of my classmates. He was bemused by the new lows my reasoning had reached. However, I took his advice and worn those shoes.
I still have that penchant for new shoes and have that longing to keep them clean. So, whenever I become too finicky about them, I remind myself of that old friend who said, however costly they may be, Shoes are meant for your feet only.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Hard to deny this truth...
Today, I happen to see this song on youtube. Though, heard many a times in my childhood but didn't remember the lyrics. Today, when I dwell a little on the naked truth, this simple little song points at, I admit I am a bit embarrassed to accept the reality.
Bachche Man Ke Sachche
Saarii Jag Ke Aankh Ke Taare
Ye Vo nanhe Phuul Hain Jo
Bhagavaan Ko Lagate Pyaare
Khud Ruuthe, Khud Man Jaaye, Phir Hamajolii Ban Jaaye
Jhagadaa Jisake Saath Karen, Agale Hii Pal Phir Baat Karen
Inakii Kisii Se Bair nahiin, Inake Liye Koii Gair nahiin
Inakaa Bholaapan Milataa Hai, Sabako Baanh Pasaare
Bachche Man Ke Sachche
Insasaan Jab Tak Bachchaa Hai, Tab Tak Samajh Kaa Kachchaa Hai
Jyon Jyon Usakii Umar Badhe, Man Par Jhuuth Ka Mail ChaDhe
Krodh BaDhe, nafarat Ghere, Laalach Kii Aadat Ghere
Bachapan In Paapon Se Hatakar Apanii Umar Guzaare
Bachche Man Ke Sachche
Tan Komal Man Sundar
Hain Bachche Badon Se Behatar
Inamen Chhuut Aur Chhaat nahiin, Jhuuthii Jaat Aur Paat nahiin
Bhaashhaa Kii Taqaraar nahiin, Mazahab Kii Diivaar nahiin
Inakii nazaron Mein Ek Hain, Mandir Masjid Gurudvaare
Bachche Man Ke Sachche
Bachche Man Ke Sachche
Saarii Jag Ke Aankh Ke Taare
Ye Vo nanhe Phuul Hain Jo
Bhagavaan Ko Lagate Pyaare
Khud Ruuthe, Khud Man Jaaye, Phir Hamajolii Ban Jaaye
Jhagadaa Jisake Saath Karen, Agale Hii Pal Phir Baat Karen
Inakii Kisii Se Bair nahiin, Inake Liye Koii Gair nahiin
Inakaa Bholaapan Milataa Hai, Sabako Baanh Pasaare
Bachche Man Ke Sachche
Insasaan Jab Tak Bachchaa Hai, Tab Tak Samajh Kaa Kachchaa Hai
Jyon Jyon Usakii Umar Badhe, Man Par Jhuuth Ka Mail ChaDhe
Krodh BaDhe, nafarat Ghere, Laalach Kii Aadat Ghere
Bachapan In Paapon Se Hatakar Apanii Umar Guzaare
Bachche Man Ke Sachche
Tan Komal Man Sundar
Hain Bachche Badon Se Behatar
Inamen Chhuut Aur Chhaat nahiin, Jhuuthii Jaat Aur Paat nahiin
Bhaashhaa Kii Taqaraar nahiin, Mazahab Kii Diivaar nahiin
Inakii nazaron Mein Ek Hain, Mandir Masjid Gurudvaare
Bachche Man Ke Sachche
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
My name is Hunger....
With a release done, I was slightly relaxed and browsing through some of the top stories on news portals. Suddenly, I read an eye-catching headline "My name is hunger, my daughter's name is thirst" . I was shamelessly curious to explore further the pitiful condition of these villagers. It reminded me of Amitav Ghosh's novel "Hungry Tide" where he has given a poignant description of the catastrophe that these hungry tides bring and change the lives of the affected, for ever.
In the movie "Forrest Gump", Forrest says "Stupid is as stupid does". This naive statement by that dumb-ass boy raises doubts over our country's self-proclaimed intelliegentsia who talk only in numbers. you can hear them blabbering through various sources that our GDP will grow by 7 or 8%, our inflation is under 0.8% and is at decade's low. Are we not proving ourselves stupid enough by neglecting the basic rights, these citizens should get?
These flushed faces with many a hungry tides in their eyes raises a few disturbing doubts and makes mockery of our claims of self-sufficiency, rising per capita income and good-governance.
The ladies of the affected families shouts again- come take our interview, our name is hunger and our daughters are named as thirst.
Links used: http://in.rediff.com/
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Honestly Polite
Scence1: Hong Kong Tram
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Oops I am so sorry! I was honestly apologetic as my elbow hit an old lady's head. She was asleep while my mannerless elbow hit her unaware head. Obviously her sleep was broken and now she was rubbing her head but still waved a friendly hand at me with such a benevolent smile that made my day. I smiled back and took my seat beside her.
Scene2: BMTC Bus, Bangalore
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This old lady's gesture made me remember an year old even when I was travelling in a BMTC bus in Bangalore and stepped on a young man's foot.
I was honestly apologetic that time too (my trademark style, eh!), however the other person this time was in no mood to forgive me for my crime. I tried to pass a smile and said sorry again but he kept blabbering a few good words about my north indian heritage and his unfriendly words made me stay away from him for the rest of the journey.
Judging the whole society by a single incident is never fair and just. However, the treatment given by people of Hong Kong over the past 4 months has been so friendly and pleasant that I always missed in Bangalore.
Even if people of Hong Kong doesn't know English but they certainly do know their manners.
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Oops I am so sorry! I was honestly apologetic as my elbow hit an old lady's head. She was asleep while my mannerless elbow hit her unaware head. Obviously her sleep was broken and now she was rubbing her head but still waved a friendly hand at me with such a benevolent smile that made my day. I smiled back and took my seat beside her.
Scene2: BMTC Bus, Bangalore
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This old lady's gesture made me remember an year old even when I was travelling in a BMTC bus in Bangalore and stepped on a young man's foot.
I was honestly apologetic that time too (my trademark style, eh!), however the other person this time was in no mood to forgive me for my crime. I tried to pass a smile and said sorry again but he kept blabbering a few good words about my north indian heritage and his unfriendly words made me stay away from him for the rest of the journey.
Judging the whole society by a single incident is never fair and just. However, the treatment given by people of Hong Kong over the past 4 months has been so friendly and pleasant that I always missed in Bangalore.
Even if people of Hong Kong doesn't know English but they certainly do know their manners.
Monday, June 01, 2009
मनुष्य
प्रयत्न करना उसका धर्म है, निरंतर लड़ना उसका कर्म है।
भूत का उसे दंभ नही, भविष्य की उसे शंका नही,
आकर धरा पर वो धन्य हुआ, इसलिए मनुष्य का जन्म हुआ।Sunday, May 31, 2009
देश प्रेम
देश प्रेम से औत-प्रोत हो, एक बालक ने ललकारा,
जय हिंद और वंदे मातरम का नारा उसने हुंकारा।
भरी सभा में राष्ट्र गान का जब सबको आभास हुआ,
पढ़े लिखो की इस नगरी में , लोगो का अपमान हुआ।
उस सभा के ज्ञाता ने फ़िर इस बालक को समझाया,
और उसके बाल मन से बापू का जादू झदवया।
इन नाहक की बातो से किस का मतलब भरता है,
इस सिस्टम का हर पहिया बस पैसे से ही चलता है।
तुम भी बहती गंगा में अपना गमछा साफ़ करो,
कुछ और न बन सके तुमसे तो भारत का निर्माण करो।
बालक बोला अध्यापक से, तुम तो कुछ उल्टा पाठ पढ़ाआते हो,
अब से शिक्षा लूँगा उनसे, जो काम की बात बताते हो।
भारत माता की रक्षा पर तुमने व्यर्थ ही ज्ञान दिया,
और अपनी बातो से मेरा वक्त बरबाद किया।
बढ़ना है मुझको आगे, अपने सपने पूरे करने है,
रास्ता चाहे जो भी हो, मुझे हासिल लक्ष्य सभी करने है।
इस तरह बालक की दुविधा का अंत हुआ,
शामिल हुआ वो भीड़ में और नैतिकता का ध्वंस हुआ।
... सिद्धार्थ
जय हिंद और वंदे मातरम का नारा उसने हुंकारा।
भरी सभा में राष्ट्र गान का जब सबको आभास हुआ,
पढ़े लिखो की इस नगरी में , लोगो का अपमान हुआ।
उस सभा के ज्ञाता ने फ़िर इस बालक को समझाया,
और उसके बाल मन से बापू का जादू झदवया।
इन नाहक की बातो से किस का मतलब भरता है,
इस सिस्टम का हर पहिया बस पैसे से ही चलता है।
तुम भी बहती गंगा में अपना गमछा साफ़ करो,
कुछ और न बन सके तुमसे तो भारत का निर्माण करो।
बालक बोला अध्यापक से, तुम तो कुछ उल्टा पाठ पढ़ाआते हो,
अब से शिक्षा लूँगा उनसे, जो काम की बात बताते हो।
भारत माता की रक्षा पर तुमने व्यर्थ ही ज्ञान दिया,
और अपनी बातो से मेरा वक्त बरबाद किया।
बढ़ना है मुझको आगे, अपने सपने पूरे करने है,
रास्ता चाहे जो भी हो, मुझे हासिल लक्ष्य सभी करने है।
इस तरह बालक की दुविधा का अंत हुआ,
शामिल हुआ वो भीड़ में और नैतिकता का ध्वंस हुआ।
... सिद्धार्थ
One Crazy Night
Long time back, when I was an engineering student, a funny thing happened. I never thought I would write anything about the incident. However, after almost10 years, when I look back at that crazy night, I still feel the goosebumps.
My dad had been transferred to "Maihar", a sweet religious town in MP and my family had shifted there, leaving me alone. As we had a big house, it was decided that the drawing room will be packed with all the furniture and I can use the other rooms.
Suddenly, the house started to seem like a dungeon, with I being a lonely warrior prince. Well, I still have that new ambience phobia and it takes me a day or two to adjust to the new conditions. So, for a first few days, I slept with all the lights on as it made me feel that there are others in the house.
Oh wait, Did I just say "The Others"? Well, I came back from college at around 5 pm, dozed off at the bed for a while. After that I didn't kept track of time, I was lying amid a mess of magzines and novels. I kept reading till I fell asleep, got up at around 9 , ate my not so finger-licking tiffin and then started to feel bore. So, I picked up a novel and kept reading for a long time. I am not sure of the exact time when my eyes pulled on the shutter.
As I was asleep, suddenly I heard a strange sound. The sounds was so clear that I cannot deny hearing it and jumped awake in my bed. The sound was certainly familiar. No, it wasn't the voice of any person I knew but it was the sound that an ornament makes. The ornament which is so dear to gals and ghosts!!
Yes, I am talking about Payal, the sound I heard, was certainly a Payal's sonorous sound. However, at these late hours, this sonorous sound made me sweat. However, I decided to act brave, took up the torch and looked beneath my bed.
My braveness set new records when I decided to open the locked room with all the furniture stuffed into it. Certainly reminded me of the Ramsay movies and I never thought, I would be in the same situation.
With Hanuman Chalisa on my lips, I unlocked the room and opened the light. My clenched fists were relaxed when I found no one there. I came back to my study cum dining cum leaving cum bedroom and looked at the clock. It was 4 am. I felt further relaxed that with in couple of hours, it will be dawn and no ghost can dare to fight with me in the daylight. On a more practical note, I had a tution at 6 am which I loved to attend. So, with just 2 more hours to go, I decided not to sleep again and keep the ghosts at bay.
Those unlucky souls got a tough customer that night!! I still laugh at the stupidity of my thoughts but the sounds of that payal was clear that I can still feel it ringing in my ears
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
भौतिक विक्षिप्तता
आतुरता है हर जीव को की दे पटक सभ्यता की नींव को,
नही किंचित ही विचलित वो, कहे ख़ुद को फ़िर भी सभ्य वो।
जंगल के असभ्य भूके शेर, कभी नही करते अपनों से बैर,
वो भी इतना अन्तर जानते है, अपनों की कीमत पहचानते है।
कुछ लोग नित नए खेल रचते है, माँ-बाप को ही वो ठगते है,
विश्वास की क्या बात करे, जब लेकर खंजर वो चलते है।
वो भी इंसानों जैसे दीखते है, हमारे अपनों में ही मिलते है।
मिलते है और खो जाते है, वो एकदम आम हो जाते है।
फ़िर वक्त बदलते आते है और कोहराम मचाते है,
कोई बच्चो बुधो का मान नही, कोई औरत का सम्मान नही,
उन्हें किसी मज़हब का ज्ञान नही, किसी नैतिकता का धयन नही।
ऐसे ही कुछ दानव , हम सबके भीतर पलते है,
दिन में वो सो जाते है और रात निकलते चलते है।
.....सिद्धार्थ
नही किंचित ही विचलित वो, कहे ख़ुद को फ़िर भी सभ्य वो।
जंगल के असभ्य भूके शेर, कभी नही करते अपनों से बैर,
वो भी इतना अन्तर जानते है, अपनों की कीमत पहचानते है।
कुछ लोग नित नए खेल रचते है, माँ-बाप को ही वो ठगते है,
विश्वास की क्या बात करे, जब लेकर खंजर वो चलते है।
वो भी इंसानों जैसे दीखते है, हमारे अपनों में ही मिलते है।
मिलते है और खो जाते है, वो एकदम आम हो जाते है।
फ़िर वक्त बदलते आते है और कोहराम मचाते है,
कोई बच्चो बुधो का मान नही, कोई औरत का सम्मान नही,
उन्हें किसी मज़हब का ज्ञान नही, किसी नैतिकता का धयन नही।
ऐसे ही कुछ दानव , हम सबके भीतर पलते है,
दिन में वो सो जाते है और रात निकलते चलते है।
.....सिद्धार्थ
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
नेताजी
जीत गए हम जीत गए के नारे वो लगवाते है,
भारत के विकास की आस हमे दिलाते है।
भोली जनता, समझे सब पर बेबस ही रह जाती है,
अपने मत का प्रयोग कर, ताकत पर इठलाती है।
जनता को नही चाह उन सतरंगी सपनो की, जो नेता उसे दिखलाते है,
चिंता है उसको भूखे बच्चो की जो रोटी को चिलाते है।
किसान कहे बीजली मुझसे नज़रें क्यों चुराती है,
और मेरे सूखी किस्मत में, आने से डर जाती है।
इस धरा का यह बेटा, अपनी मेंहनत से सोना उगाता है,
और कर्जे के बोझ से मारा, भूखा ही सो जाता है।
नेता बोले सभी योजनाये अब हमारे टेबल पर है,
और देश की इकोनोमी एकदम टॉप क्लास लेवल पर है,
खुश होकर, में चिलाया, नेताजी तो भगवान् है,
तेरे मेरे, हम सब की नैया के खेवनहार है।
सपना टूटा, टूट गया दिल, जब हमने यथार्त में ख़ुद को पाया,
मेरी इक शंका को, नेता के चमचो ने बड़े प्यार से बहलाया।
चमचे बोले , तुम व्यर्थ में क्यों चिलाते हो,
नेता जी तो बाहुबली है, तुम क्यों अपना खून जलाते हो।
हमने मौके को भापते हुए, अपना मुह बंद किया,
और पड़े जो दो चार जूते, तो ख़ुद को समझो धन्य किया।
इस नेता की खातिरदारी से हमने ये महसूस किया,
की चलता है तो चलने दो कहने का समय अभी चला गया।
इस रोष को सींच कर, वृक्ष हम बना देंगे, दिवार पर लिखी लिखाई को धता हम बता देंगे,
बढेगा ये देश, इसमे कोई दो राय नही, नेताजी को पॉलिटिक्स का मतलब हम सिखा देंगे।
भारत के विकास की आस हमे दिलाते है।
भोली जनता, समझे सब पर बेबस ही रह जाती है,
अपने मत का प्रयोग कर, ताकत पर इठलाती है।
जनता को नही चाह उन सतरंगी सपनो की, जो नेता उसे दिखलाते है,
चिंता है उसको भूखे बच्चो की जो रोटी को चिलाते है।
किसान कहे बीजली मुझसे नज़रें क्यों चुराती है,
और मेरे सूखी किस्मत में, आने से डर जाती है।
इस धरा का यह बेटा, अपनी मेंहनत से सोना उगाता है,
और कर्जे के बोझ से मारा, भूखा ही सो जाता है।
नेता बोले सभी योजनाये अब हमारे टेबल पर है,
और देश की इकोनोमी एकदम टॉप क्लास लेवल पर है,
खुश होकर, में चिलाया, नेताजी तो भगवान् है,
तेरे मेरे, हम सब की नैया के खेवनहार है।
सपना टूटा, टूट गया दिल, जब हमने यथार्त में ख़ुद को पाया,
मेरी इक शंका को, नेता के चमचो ने बड़े प्यार से बहलाया।
चमचे बोले , तुम व्यर्थ में क्यों चिलाते हो,
नेता जी तो बाहुबली है, तुम क्यों अपना खून जलाते हो।
हमने मौके को भापते हुए, अपना मुह बंद किया,
और पड़े जो दो चार जूते, तो ख़ुद को समझो धन्य किया।
इस नेता की खातिरदारी से हमने ये महसूस किया,
की चलता है तो चलने दो कहने का समय अभी चला गया।
इस रोष को सींच कर, वृक्ष हम बना देंगे, दिवार पर लिखी लिखाई को धता हम बता देंगे,
बढेगा ये देश, इसमे कोई दो राय नही, नेताजी को पॉलिटिक्स का मतलब हम सिखा देंगे।
.... सिद्धार्थ
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
परीक्षा परिणाम
कुछ साल पहले की बात है, सोचने बैठो तो लगता है जैसे कई सदिया बीत गई हो। किस्सा उस वक्त का है जब किस्सी भी घर में आधुनिक यांत्रिकी उपकरण के नाम पर कैलकुलेटर पाया जाता था। कैलकुलेटर के बड़े भाईसाब कंप्यूटर तब किसी बड़े अफसर के केबिन की शोभा बढाया करते थे। कभी कही कंप्यूटर दिख जाता था तो आम आदमी की साँसे तेज हो जाती थी।
तो ऐसे ही समय में हमने हाई स्कूल की परीक्षा पास करने की चेष्टा की। तब परीक्षा परिणाम हमारे शहर के एक शासकीय कार्यालय में घोषित हुआ करता था और इन्टरनेट नामक क्रान्ति अभी तक हमारे देश और प्रदेश को छूकर नही गुजरी थी।
जो लिस्ट उत्तीर्ण परीक्षार्थियों का नाम लिए होती थी, वो चंद खुशनसीब आंखों के अलावा कोई और नही देख पाता था और उसी लिस्ट की प्रतिलीपिया कुछ बिचोलियों के पास उपलब्ध रहती थी। प्रति परिणाम ५ रुपये। एक जगह हमे प्रथम श्रेणी में बताया गया तो दूसरी जगह हमारा रोल नम्बर नदारद बताया गया। हमारे पूरे कुनबे के हितेषी लोग बड़ी आशा लिए सभी जगह हमारा रोल नम्बर ढूंढ रहे थे। काफी दौड़ धुप के बाद जब सब आश्वस्त हो गए की हम वाकई उत्तीर्ण हो चुके है, तब सभी रिश्तेदारों ने हमे खुश होने का अवसर प्रदान किया।
आज जब कंप्यूटर पर एक क्लिक करके, परीक्षार्थी के भविष्य का फ़ैसला हो जाता है, हमे अपने परिणाम को जानने के लिए की गई जद्दो जहद याद आ जाती है।
उस ज़माने में अगर कोई कंप्यूटर का नाम लेके कोई बात करता था तो आस पड़ोस के हलके में उसका मान चोगुना हो जाया करता था।हर मुह्हल्ले में किसी के मामा या किसी के मामा का लड़का विदेश में हुआ करता था और उस घर की और मुहले के बाकी घर एक विशेष आदर भाव के साथ देखा करते थे और मुहल्ले के अहम् फैसलों में इस घर के मुखिया द्वारा दी गई राय का खास वजन हुआ करता था।
तो ऐसे ही समय में हमने हाई स्कूल की परीक्षा पास करने की चेष्टा की। तब परीक्षा परिणाम हमारे शहर के एक शासकीय कार्यालय में घोषित हुआ करता था और इन्टरनेट नामक क्रान्ति अभी तक हमारे देश और प्रदेश को छूकर नही गुजरी थी।
जो लिस्ट उत्तीर्ण परीक्षार्थियों का नाम लिए होती थी, वो चंद खुशनसीब आंखों के अलावा कोई और नही देख पाता था और उसी लिस्ट की प्रतिलीपिया कुछ बिचोलियों के पास उपलब्ध रहती थी। प्रति परिणाम ५ रुपये। एक जगह हमे प्रथम श्रेणी में बताया गया तो दूसरी जगह हमारा रोल नम्बर नदारद बताया गया। हमारे पूरे कुनबे के हितेषी लोग बड़ी आशा लिए सभी जगह हमारा रोल नम्बर ढूंढ रहे थे। काफी दौड़ धुप के बाद जब सब आश्वस्त हो गए की हम वाकई उत्तीर्ण हो चुके है, तब सभी रिश्तेदारों ने हमे खुश होने का अवसर प्रदान किया।
आज जब कंप्यूटर पर एक क्लिक करके, परीक्षार्थी के भविष्य का फ़ैसला हो जाता है, हमे अपने परिणाम को जानने के लिए की गई जद्दो जहद याद आ जाती है।
Monday, May 18, 2009
शादी का प्रमाण पत्र
शादी तो सभी करते है, कुछ नही करते तो उनके अपने कारण होते होंगे। हमने तो की और बहुत धूम धाम से की। बैंड बाजा, खूप सारे बाराती और हर वो रस्म जो एक महाराष्ट्रियन शादी में होती है और ना सिर्फ़ महाराष्ट्रियन बाकि कई उत्तर भारतीय रस्मे भी शादी में सम्मिलित कर ली, सोचा क्यों कोई कसर रखी जाए भगवान् को खुश करने में।
अब अमूमन लोग शादी के पश्चात् घुमने जाते है, कुछ सभ्य एवं शर्मीले लोग इसे सिर्फ़ घूमना फिरना कहते है, कुछ पाश्चात्य तौर तरीकों में विश्वास रखने वाले धड़ल्ले से पूछते है की हनीमून कहाँ जहा रहे हो। तो साहब, हमे हनीमून से ज़रूरी एक काम की चिंता सता रही थी और वो थी शादी का प्रमाण पत्र बनवाने की। हमने जब पूछा की इसकी क्या अव्शयाकता है तो लोगो ने हमारी अज्ञानता पर अफ़सोस जताते हुए समझाया की आपकी शादी हुई है, ये हमे पता है, आपको पता है और उस पंडित को पता है, सरकार को क्या पता। हमे बात में दम दिखा तो हमने भी अपना पूरा दाम (जी हाँ दाम) इस प्रमाण पत्र को हासिल करने में लगा दिया।
सरकारी दफ्तर में घुसते ही, हमने लपक के बाबु से अंग्रेजी में पूछा , फ्रॉम वेयर आइ कैन गेट दा ऍप्लिकेशन फॉर्म? बाबु ने हमे अचम्भे से देखा और बिना कुछ बोले एक लिस्ट पकड़ा दी। लिस्ट में तमाम तरह के कागजात मांगे गए थे। certificate चाहिए तो ये सब लेके आइये। हम लपक के गए और पलक झपकते ही नही आ पाए क्युकी हमे वो सब कागज़ बनवाने में ४ घंटे लग गए। जब हम विजयी मुद्रा में बाबु के सामने लौटे और उसे सामने सभी कागज़ प्रस्तुत किए तो उसने कुटिल मुस्कान बिखेरते हुए एक बेंच की और इशारा किया और कहा बैठो अभी।
हमे लगा की बाबु हमारी पसीने से तर बतर काया को देख कर कुछ शीतल पेय पिलाना चाहते है। हमने सोचा की हम कहे की अब क्यों बैठे, अब तो बस हम certificate लेंगे और घर जायेंगे, लेकिन उनकी आँखों के इशारों के आगे हम और हमारी धर्मपत्नी कुछ न कह सके और चुपचाप बेंच पर बैठ गए।
जब आधे घंटे तक बाबु एक रजिस्टर में बिना किस्सी हाव भाव के घूरते रहे तो हमने सोचा उन्हें अपनी उपस्तिथि फ़िर याद दिलाई जाए। इस बार उन्होंने हमसे हस्ताक्षर मांग लिए और हमने सोचा की अब तो काम हुआ ही समझो। ख़ुद को भाग्यशाली समझते हुए हमने अपने बेहतरीन हस्ताक्षर कर दिए , हमारी धर्मपत्नी भी मुस्कुराते हुए हस्ताक्षर किए जा रही थी।
जैसे ही सारी ओप्चारिक्ताये पूरी हो गई, हमे दो टूक जवाब मिला की हफ्ते भर बाद आना। हमने कुछ होल हुज्जत करने की सोच उत्पन्न की लेकिन तभी एक और विवाहित जोड़ा दफ्तर में घुसा और बाबु से बोला की अब तो एक महिना हो गया , अब तो हमे certificate दे दीजिये। बाबु ने कहा की बड़े साहब शहर से बाहर गए है, हफ्ते भर बाद आइयेगा। अब हम माजरा समझ रहे थे और मन ही मन अपनी भोली धारणाओं पर हस रहे थे। हमने जेब से ५०० रुपये के दो नोट निकाले और बाबु को धीरे से टिका दिए। बाबु ने पहले तो हमे एक अपराधी की तरह संबोधित किया और अपने रहस्यमयी रजिस्टर में आँखें गदा दी, हम सहम गए, सरकारी तंत्र में इस जादुई मन्त्र का प्रयोग असफल होते देख, हमारी रही सही उम्मीद भी धूमिल होती जा रही थी की तभी हमने वो अजूबा देखा जिसकी हम कल्पना मात्र से चहक उठे।
उस असामाजिक चेहरे पर अचानक से मनुष्यता झलकने लगी और एक प्यारी सी मुस्कराहट से सरकारी दफ्तर का वो बाबु , साक्षात् परमात्मा की शक्ति लिए हुए प्रतीत हुआ।
उसने हमे और आस्तिक बन्ने की प्रेरणा देते हुए, दक्षिणा में बढोतरी की मांग की और जब हमने वक्त की अहमियत को समझाते हुए अपने आदर्शो और बटुए के साथ बेवफाई की , तो बाबु ने झट से मोहर लगा दी और फाइल बड़े साहब के लिए बढ़ा दी। उसने हमे आश्वस्त भी किया की कल आइये और अपना certificate ले जाइए। अगले दिन जब हम सर्तिफिकाते लेने पहुचे तो वो मुस्कान तो गायब थी लेकिन सामने एक और विवाहित दंपत्ति अपने प्रमाण पत्र को पाने की असफल कोशिश करते नज़र आई। खैर, इस बेईमानी से भरे कार्यालय ने हमारा काम बड़ी इमानदारी से करवाया और हमे मुद्रा की माया से अवगत करवाया।
हमारे समाज की ऐसी कई घटनाएं हमे ये सोचने पर मजबूर करती है की हम बचपन से जिस नैतिकता का पाठ पढ़ते और पढाते है , अपने इन्ही आदर्शो को हम बिना हिचकिचाए हुए अपने स्वार्थ के हवन में स्वाहा कर देते है।
कभी वक्त, कभी मजबूरी और कभी बिना किसी कारण के हम इस बुराई का हिस्सा बन जाते है।
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Great Indian Laughter Show
The name of the post might lead you to think of comedy kings like Raju srivastava or Sunil Pal. No offenses to these great talents as I am their big fan too!! However, we are talking about the laughter champions of Indian politics. People who rule us or going to rule us are so dedicated to the common cause of a better Indian and a better society that they are even taking care of the emotional health of the public!!
Laughter is the best medicine, a proverb so true that it has forced political maharajs to plays as clowns. Still, don't get it? Let me see if I can give you a real life example. Oh, there are plenty. So, let's begun our journey of laughter.
Event1: King of kings, Lalu ji saying, our doors are open for left and for congress and for everybody else except whose underwear isn't adorned with Saffron laces.
Left mocks at this proposition and says, we don't want these doors or windows and we pity on the mess in which Laluji is floundering.
Event2: Amar Singh ji tries to climb the everst, errr sorry the stage of a political rally and does a somersault kind of thing to show, how fit he is to lead the country.
I pity the eccentric minds of media, who projected this is "Amar Singhji Ludak Gaye". Can we not show some respect to the feelings of the Amarsingh ji as his sole intention was to cheer up the mood of the public.
However, it's a different case that he has done this more than once in this election and public may find it monotonous and may ask him to do some Bhangra or Break dance next time. Who knows, he might be a champion at that too (Considering his close association with Bade Bhaiya!!)
Event3: I hate to mention these events but to ignore them will be an atrocious act on the hardwork done by the new upcoming clan who proudly call themselves as "Shoe Slingers", the watershed event which happened to take place in a press conference at a remote place in Iraq, has inspired many a people to throw shoes, never mind if the person on the podium is as clean as Mr. Chidambaram (PC). However, People affected by these shoes range from Mr. PC to Mr. LK.
There was a tough competition for the first prize of "Best Shoe Slinger", and the award goes to the unknown person, who hit the "Jumping Jack" because he was the only one who had hit the stumps (sorry IPL hazards, read face) directly.
A confused yet intelligent Sardarji who threw the shoe at a wrong press conference comes runner up. It's not his fault if no one told him where to throw, he simply chose it by a lucky draw.
Event4: A rather neglected event happened in my hometown Gwalior (Read Gabaliar/ Gawaliar), where a infuriated Yashodhra Raje chided the innocent yet belligerent public who dared to show the hostility by gossiping while Yashodhra was speaking about the plans, she has for Gwalior's development.
I doubt the veracity of her origin, as a gwaliorite she should have known that when people of Gwalior ignore you, it means they love you and consider as a one amongst themselves.
However, the episode ended on a sad note when he shouted, "Mein apke bhale ki baat kar rahi hu, aur aap ko sunna hi nahi hai".
So many events and so much of laughter. However, the gem of the events was the last one
Event5: Congress Says: Left parties have ruined West Bengal and we are against them in WB but we will form an alliance with them at centre.
BJP Says: We will form a Non-Congress and Non-Left Government.
Left Says: We will form a Non-BJP and a Non-Congress Government.Sorry, we also say that No Government can be formed without left's support.
Well, Obviously the visual sense are more closer to the laughter juices of the body to tickle them up but considering the limitations, this is the best I could come up with....
May the funniest person win (oops, I made a blunder!!)
Laughter is the best medicine, a proverb so true that it has forced political maharajs to plays as clowns. Still, don't get it? Let me see if I can give you a real life example. Oh, there are plenty. So, let's begun our journey of laughter.
Event1: King of kings, Lalu ji saying, our doors are open for left and for congress and for everybody else except whose underwear isn't adorned with Saffron laces.
Left mocks at this proposition and says, we don't want these doors or windows and we pity on the mess in which Laluji is floundering.
Event2: Amar Singh ji tries to climb the everst, errr sorry the stage of a political rally and does a somersault kind of thing to show, how fit he is to lead the country.
I pity the eccentric minds of media, who projected this is "Amar Singhji Ludak Gaye". Can we not show some respect to the feelings of the Amarsingh ji as his sole intention was to cheer up the mood of the public.
However, it's a different case that he has done this more than once in this election and public may find it monotonous and may ask him to do some Bhangra or Break dance next time. Who knows, he might be a champion at that too (Considering his close association with Bade Bhaiya!!)
Event3: I hate to mention these events but to ignore them will be an atrocious act on the hardwork done by the new upcoming clan who proudly call themselves as "Shoe Slingers", the watershed event which happened to take place in a press conference at a remote place in Iraq, has inspired many a people to throw shoes, never mind if the person on the podium is as clean as Mr. Chidambaram (PC). However, People affected by these shoes range from Mr. PC to Mr. LK.
There was a tough competition for the first prize of "Best Shoe Slinger", and the award goes to the unknown person, who hit the "Jumping Jack" because he was the only one who had hit the stumps (sorry IPL hazards, read face) directly.
A confused yet intelligent Sardarji who threw the shoe at a wrong press conference comes runner up. It's not his fault if no one told him where to throw, he simply chose it by a lucky draw.
Event4: A rather neglected event happened in my hometown Gwalior (Read Gabaliar/ Gawaliar), where a infuriated Yashodhra Raje chided the innocent yet belligerent public who dared to show the hostility by gossiping while Yashodhra was speaking about the plans, she has for Gwalior's development.
I doubt the veracity of her origin, as a gwaliorite she should have known that when people of Gwalior ignore you, it means they love you and consider as a one amongst themselves.
However, the episode ended on a sad note when he shouted, "Mein apke bhale ki baat kar rahi hu, aur aap ko sunna hi nahi hai".
So many events and so much of laughter. However, the gem of the events was the last one
Event5: Congress Says: Left parties have ruined West Bengal and we are against them in WB but we will form an alliance with them at centre.
BJP Says: We will form a Non-Congress and Non-Left Government.
Left Says: We will form a Non-BJP and a Non-Congress Government.Sorry, we also say that No Government can be formed without left's support.
Well, Obviously the visual sense are more closer to the laughter juices of the body to tickle them up but considering the limitations, this is the best I could come up with....
May the funniest person win (oops, I made a blunder!!)
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Which Side You Belong To?
Creating a debate out of nowhere has always been my thing. Provoking otherwise placid speakers and bringing them to an audible level has always been a fun thing for me. However, those were the days of my life when the biggest worry would be to manage petrol expense of my petrol thirstly and much pamperd Vespa scooter. As hour hand of the watch passed the baton to the month of calendar and these months circled the track of year many a times, I realized, I have somehow lost that innate desire to create stirr among public emotions.
Few days ago, I got one such opportunity on which I jumped in such a ugly and uncivilized way that even few of our politicians would have thought of some decency. However, the initial euphoria of retrying my old devil tricks was shortlived. It's not that I didn't succeed in creating a debate but in relation to my previous debates, I left this one with much disappointed look on my face and a heart full of shame.
The major difference that I forgot to notice was the subject of the discussion. Very few people actually know that being emotionally involved with one side of the debate is the biggest crime a speaker can commit. If you want to enjoy a debate, always be reasonable and by being passionate, you will only harm your chances of fairing better in the battlefield. So, the topic was "Slumdog Millionaire" and as usual, I started criticizing the movie. Till this point, I was neither a jingoist or a chauvinst who just stand on the roof top and give air to his troubled ideas. Somewhere, between the debate I realized that I got passionate and started to blabber a few things related to topic.
I said to myself, oh come on, whom I am kidding, the movie is a glaring reality. Behind all the scenes of growing prosperity, citizens of my country still stand in line for a water tanker. For each penny, I spend on luxury, a indignant faces stares at me.
I have never belonged to any side in any debate (Giving arguments in favor of one side is a different thing) but this time, I think I would love to switch sides and do something meaningful than just arguing.
Few days ago, I got one such opportunity on which I jumped in such a ugly and uncivilized way that even few of our politicians would have thought of some decency. However, the initial euphoria of retrying my old devil tricks was shortlived. It's not that I didn't succeed in creating a debate but in relation to my previous debates, I left this one with much disappointed look on my face and a heart full of shame.
The major difference that I forgot to notice was the subject of the discussion. Very few people actually know that being emotionally involved with one side of the debate is the biggest crime a speaker can commit. If you want to enjoy a debate, always be reasonable and by being passionate, you will only harm your chances of fairing better in the battlefield. So, the topic was "Slumdog Millionaire" and as usual, I started criticizing the movie. Till this point, I was neither a jingoist or a chauvinst who just stand on the roof top and give air to his troubled ideas. Somewhere, between the debate I realized that I got passionate and started to blabber a few things related to topic.
I said to myself, oh come on, whom I am kidding, the movie is a glaring reality. Behind all the scenes of growing prosperity, citizens of my country still stand in line for a water tanker. For each penny, I spend on luxury, a indignant faces stares at me.
I have never belonged to any side in any debate (Giving arguments in favor of one side is a different thing) but this time, I think I would love to switch sides and do something meaningful than just arguing.
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