Buzzing Backroomz (Goodbye 2011)

I'm beginning to conclude another year guyz… (So is everybody else, I know, but this post is strictly about how I AM going to do it)…

Some of us love Dramatics…the contour of times in a précis…We love the reflections…try to search our own selves in within the narrativez…

I’m a devoted lover of dramatics too…but sometimes, while the protagonist reaches the pinnacle, and the audience’s eyes are glued to the stage, my nomadic mind wanders to the backstage activity…THE taskforcez who are never concerned about whats going on stage…always putting things in order for the subsequent scenes…always FORECASTING, PLANNING, MAPPING ON… 

2011 has been a superamazing year…and this is what I’s doing backstage, every month of 2011, while the next month was brimming with yet another set of hyperactivity…

To begin with, while opposition was hoisting the tricolor jubilantly in its one of many Tiranga Yatras and government was making things more complicated by playing the game of cabinet reshuffle and fighting inflation (their own way),  I was trying to uncomplicate things and in the process ended up confusing myself even more each day…Finally Mr Jairam Ramesh gave me the much needed gyaan of let-it-be when the news of him wanting to demolish Adarsh Towers flashed on my TV screen… Ultimately I couldn’t help but decide that all my doubts were only a question of perspective and thus witnessed IPL auction drama silently…

Then February came and when people of my age were reciting “Love is in the air!!!” All I could hear all around was abuses!!! Gaddafi was calling the foreign media, Dogs, while crushing the pro democratic protests…THE CENSUS counted incompetency of our law makers by counting Ajmal Qasab as one of us… And while my country drowned itself into various scams, Yedurappa declared his assets and spectrum Raja made a scapegoat and finally sent to Jail, all I could say was Absolute Nonsense…

I had no more to say or write while I got too engrossed in speculations made during THE world cup…I forgot everything while we rejoiced as a nation for each successful step toward THE cup of honor…Stopped just to celebrate Women’s Day in new light of being all grown up…

The color of my blood miraculously changed when we finally managed a Lanka Dahan in a match I’ll remember forever and ever and ever…I ignored the news of fake world cup and BCCI saving more than its fair share from IPL parties… Just enjoying the reflections of victory…

Hyperactivity on the world map reached all time new height with THE assassination of Osama and his burial in the great expanse of sea… The cries of Lokpal were just becoming audible and Tata’s were getting new woes by Mamta Di…Like many others, my reaction to the new beginnings was just laughing- off with a suggestion in accordance with Indian situations…Swalpa Adjust Madi guys…Chillax!!!…

Hot waves of June came and I got caught off guard by a new wave of complete transformation as I was literally transported from Bangalore to Pune, in a time which seemed like…milliseconds…Anna Hazare continued as against UPA and I continued being happy about all the change…all going on’s…Gaining confidence by the statements made by all wrong-people-at-wrong-places (PM stating he’s no lame duck) and the news of India beating China in growth soon, I finally stepped firmly on the trail of novel beginnings…

My confidence proved to be awfully short lived as I was struck in awe by the immense money kept to rot in a place of worship and then by the explosion of terror at the city I was planning to visit each passing day of my stay in Pune…Mumbai got robbed off all prospects of peaceful life and my nation, off its self respect…Proving, yet again our existence as insects and the jobs Undone…

As we continued diving deeper in US debt, and while our prince charming started dreaming of THE throne of Indian Politics daily, We, the people joined hands yet again against corruption as our Anna repeated history by paying a visit to THE Jail and rekindled the sense of democracy…and we celebrated, however delusive that carnival may have been…

September proved to be a lone battle for me as it was for Chidambaram and UPA as a whole…for me, it was witnessing black marketing and corruption on personal front…But I proudly won while Acting on my own impulse and then forgot all the pain with the song of the wind…Chidambaram and UPA are still there, trying to fight by all means…Guess who was using fairer means??? :-D

Got summoned up for my recklessness while driving on my two-wheeler in October and then finally concluded that recklessness can definitely be fun at times…Following my example, BJP recalled all reckless people and decided to do a make over for Modi’s image…but when reckless Reddy landed up in jail I got too scared of continuing my reckless behavior as the visibility of my very own future reduced to less than 50 mtrs…

I felt the long forgotten buzz all over again when I visited Mumbai and Band stand and developed a whole new affair with the waves…I decided to decide my reckless take on life all over again as the world called me an extreme case of psychosis…while UPA was blamed of its inability of decision making, I’s enjoying my own settings…When Anna was blogging out, and Pawar was slapped, I was just laughing out my loudest giggles…Cheers!!!

And now, when Anna is getting ready for a fresh new Jail Bharo movement starting from Mumbai and we’re getting ready for reelecting fresh new bloodsuckers to suck the national soul…I’m trying to learn new lessons of Let-it-be…

So like this…Life Goes On….So Do I…and since cherishing good times and forgetting bad ones is always what we are taught, in books, in philosophies and even in FB one liners, I’d say…Goodbye 2011… Loved you…You’ll always remain etched in my memories forever for all the real BIG transformations you’ve done in my life…

So, this is how I (We? Oh Yes, all of us in fact) am beginning to begin a New Year…

Psychosis…

 

You are sensitive!

You are dumb!

Self Obsessed!

m Numb…

You Command

Confuse...

You Mystify…

I (helplessly) succumb…

You come across

get creased

I crumple

so  glum

I wake up

with start

Weird reverie

Kept mum...

Moronic  laughter’s

Smiles sometimes…

Strange melodies

I hum…

At a loose end

m lost

From wrecked Horizons

You come…

I try to cherish

solace
Trouble, your being

become…

A Wavy Affair...

Another swarm of waves…

These ones, somewhat grimy…

Some madness recalled,

Bamboozled and Stymie…

Excusing myself,

Inhaling that charm...

Woozy … just right

No, waves do no harm…

Swept or revived,

Visions and poises…

Just legacy of valor,

No doldrums, No crisis…

Guts of endurance,

All splattered across...

Reckoning my instincts,

That shimmer and gloss...

With hushed drops of wisdom,

A kid so grown witty...

Sprinkled and savored,

First Look Of That City...

P.S. Some cities don’t just live…they celebrate Life :)

Visibility…Less than 50 mtrs…

December Delhi Winter it was…that’s the only clarity I have of that day…

Papa was driving quietly, trying to find our way to Terminal 1D, while I’s answering mummy’s repeated calls to drive safe in those unprecedented dense fogs which break some 70 years record every year…we couldn’t see our own bonnet…There was no time to scold me for not taking into consideration Delhi fogs while booking the tickets…because, for one, I’s leaving and more importantly, Papa had to devout all his attention to drive safely…In spite of my Dad being famous for his knowledge of every patch of Delhi, we lost our way twice… Cursing the famous on-time-service of Indigo, we reached just in time and I hurriedly waved goodbyes to Papa n Bhai…Dunno how, they still announced, with visibility less than 50 mtrs, the 8:55 flight was on time...

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Lazy Sunday this is…I try to look all around me…all settled, cleaned and on place…then I tried to look back…eh, so boring…n I’ve done this a million times…so I thought of looking ahead of time…WHAT! Afraid of going mad with inactivity, I just picked some old magazines n began to read...

In crux, it was nothing but a jumble of petulant politicians stating confused statements to defy random corruption charges of some multi millions…Some pictures in bright glossy close up…Mr Chidambaram’s picture occupying the TODAY part of India Today, in deep thoughts…Same magazine’s March cover showing drift between Mr Chidambaram and Mr Pranab Mukherjee…Manmohan Singh Ji’s grave manner, trying to give an unconvincing clean chit to himself, pictures depicting high coalition drama, former former former telecom secretary, governors and other experts statements…subtle uncertainties…And then state news…Illegal Iron ore loot in Goa, series of communal riots in Rajasthan, NC loosing it completely in Kashmir and Telangana statehood demands...Moving on to next section…The opposition…where some hope of actual leadership was rekindling post Sadbhavana Sabha, torn again between inflated egos of mighty egoistic potential leaders who can’t see each other eye to eye…One not attending others rallies n inauguration parties…lost again in in-house battles…hybrids of hubris…bête noire zzz… Sigh!!!

I closed my eyes and again the same stupid thought of looking ahead started wandering all around me…not just related to my own boredom, it was less selfish this time…

With closed eyes, I dreamt that Delhi is engrossed into most dense fogs of the millennium…uncertainty, confusion everywhere…Autocrats running around, confused, on Delhi roads, streets they’ve known all their lives, making a mockery of democracy…Rest of the world moving ahead with their on-time-service…and all of us, whole country…running breathlessly to catch up…Where? Which way? We are losing the sense of direction…Visibility is less than 50 mtrs… 

Summoned up…

Times when it becomes kinda obligatory for you to think that thoughtlessness is bliss and all those who’ve always been telling you smooth-roads-never-make-good-drivers are all fools… And then these rains, which fall outta heavens so straight and swift, directly on your head while you are thinking of a careless cup of hot coffee mixed with some cure of the sneezing cold...

So, the RAINS play some linkin park music on your head, wet your hair in dead cold and immediately reach those wayward nerves in your brain responsible for some weird neural activity which defies the soothing effect of normalized-day-to-day LIFE...act as catalyst to your already strained up mind… and then with those falling drops of greasy slimy age, you think you can feel the wetness of question marks all around you...drenching your very soul...

But then…in midst of all the confusion, the LOGICAL YOU rises up for all the answers and you begin to realize the complementary stuff rains bring with them… you suddenly start relishing the winds...mighty winds...That can blow away the rain clouds in whatever direction they fancy…mighty winds...that can twist and roll the direction of rains…super mighty winds, that can ultimately make you feel better about your wet hair, sweeping them nicely across…

You feel the breeze and drive faster and realize... the faster you go, more swiftly you pass and prevail the hateful traffic jam of neural traumatizations in midst of unhealthy rains…and faster you drive, the more you realize its making you learn driving better… and self control with increased proficiency……now you know there may come rains, however stormy, turbulent and seemingly unsettleable …nothing to worry, you’ve learned to drive safe and chances of a slip are odd... you finally start enjoying the music of the wind rather than the crashes of the lightening and the thunderstorm...

And then, you leave aside all the anxiety and drive faster to reach the balcony breeze, while you sit there all dry, with hot coffee and the blissful peace...warming your soul off the odd effects of rains…

The Song of the Wind…

Initially I thought, its going to be a poem…but its not…and definitely not a microblog or simply a twitter update…nah…its somewhere in between I guess…and in the title, I specifically mean SONG and not melody…A song has the liberty of having many moods to it…while a melody has to be sweet, always (or atleast that how I think it is)…

So, this particular song, over the last weekend was almost certainly melodious to begin with…atleast till the time it was playing on my lips, while I’s flying with my Activa on (almost over and above) Pune roads…reaching every corner, from temples to markets to street vendors of cute junk jewelry  to coffee shops…

Three days of overtly shown and proved liberation they were…that feeling new and fresh…

But then, when has complex minds as human beings, accepted and approved of something as simple as “feel-good is equivalent to happiness”? Every such statement comes with clauses…some hidden, some obviously obvious and some which lead to painful implication to tenses, especially future…We just don’t approve of anything just like that…We have an eerie ability to question everything…let alone those explanations to the rest of the world, your own self stands beside you and starts questioning…and irritating as they may be, but the questions are generally fair and logical…and if you are not in a habit of living in illusions, you find it very difficult to answer them all…

So this time the questions were on very existence, the kinds which hurt the most…So, this is how you think how simple things can be? You, your self, your Activa, your songs, and empty roads and you driving that fast and free and safe too?  Whatta foolish immature thought!

And then those suggestions… Come outta it dear…from the post dusk darkness to the dawning truth…oh the timeline hurts! It may come sooner than you think…when the feel good about yourself disappears, don’t make it the habit that hurts…Dont let a pebble stir the stagnant waters and create waves…generalize things…move slowly with the rest of the world…with publicly accepted terms of living…and then…get going!

I’ve no answers except for one…about the stagnant waters…

If you throw a pebble in stagnant waters, it’ll create waves no doubt…But what if the water is flowing so fast that it doesn’t mind even rolling stones?   

(acting on) Impulse...

Chaos, High Drama,

a bevy of thought,

Odd moments of terror,

barren chambers to rot...

Moments of silence,

moments of screaming,

that moment of trial,

and boiling blood teeming...

Imprudent and stupid,

"Gone Crazy" they thought,

hitherto uncared for,

lone battle was fought...

Illusions and Figments,

probation was feared,

For frolic and disport,

friendships were geared...

Whats learnt is so precious,

from those forlorn battles,

Happy I did it,

acting on that impulse...

P.S. Friends...I love you all really...But, couldn't help this one... :(

Celebrated Delusions…

“Do not use mobile phones at this instance, keep your seatbelts fastened, don’t smoke blah blah blah and be seated”. The aircraft was about to take off. Cabin crew was preparing for take-off. I’s seated on 1F (THE window seat :) ) and both 1E and 1D were left unoccupied still. And then he entered… him, a white kurta-pajama clad man in his sixties…kind of people we’ve learned to hate these days…talking loudly over his blackberry..."thik hai, is Vishay me adhyaksh se baithak karke he antim nirnay liya jaega" and then he switched his phone off…I continued reading my novel while he dozed off…And then that neurotic neural activity got kick started in my mind… which is continuing in midst of crowd chanting slogans and in episodes, with each passing day of Anna Hazare’s fast…

In the quicksand of events all around me in NCR and all over India, all those concepts of democratic republic have sucked down, down into incomprehensible puzzlement …
 

Anna is INDIA…Anna is GANDHI…Anna is ANDHI…Anna, we are with you…

He is a neutron bomb…he really is…producing more neutrons…triggering a chain reaction…encroaching and invading the supreme symbol of sovereignty… THE Parliament… whose so called representatives have given away its public image as of no more than a mere symbol of subjugation after the great leaders arrest… demoing overtly the right part of Fundamental Rights…asking for an espousal of our own true freedom in the real sense of it…people are becoming a fan of his genuineness …getting inspired by his passion…have started believing in the very idea of emancipation...and after his eventual win…everyone is delighted, celebrating…it’s time to party…All Smiles… :)

Only thing is...What’s important? The End??? or the Means??? We won…yes…but watching the proceedings on Lok Sabha channel, listening to the speeches made by all party leaders, I think we could all clearly hear the unsaid portions of their opinion on the bill…"So now anybody can warn THE Parliament of fasting till death and we’ll HAVE TO pass any random bill, that too differentiated across multiple draft versions, in a jiffy, just like that??? Ridiculous…But still I and my party will support the bill with all three conditions laid by Mr. Hazare. Period. We are left with no other option anyways. Period. Please now plan some disaster-aftereffects-management strategy."

Its pending with the standing committee anyways and another drama is yet to be witnessed on Rajya Sabha channel also...

We still don’t know whether the bill will be finally passed in the same draft as suggested by Anna and even if it will, how well Anti corruption legislation can work in a country suffering from corruption for as long as 64 years…But it’s a clear win and we ARE all celebrating and we should and we wish Anna a good recovery and a healthy long life ahead…

Only thing is, we never thought we’ll have to fight another war of independence, that somebody will have to suffer like Gandhi Ji again, students will have to return degrees again and we’ll have to stuff jails again in protest of those WE ELECT, every five years… Kiran Bedi is right, Anna has become India, we are happy about it…but we thought India is a democratic country where legislature is made by representatives elected by people, so in effect, by people themselves…or atleast that’s what we still teach our kids in schools…

  

Insects and Parasites… (We, The People)

Terror struck, helpless and sailing through an endless existential crisis, is the very identity of every single Indian today… In a space of just 10 minutes, something from somewhere, like a big bang, without any warning signal, can cause mayhem to your otherwise smooth life and you have no choice but to let it happen to you once, twice, thrice…you lose count of how many times…

In spite of having crucial evidence at hand as early as February, western intelligence warning, a threat assessment of the same organization following same methods each time, on same dates, not even a single warning was issued, not even disaster management was geared up for…Intelligence failure they call it, making us the sitting ducks, only a few days after our PM dared to declare publicly that he’s no duck...

It has become a repeat telecast drama for terror organizations it seems…They enjoy watching it with a different twist each time…

Just”Yet again” as headline in bold is sufficient for a national newspaper to report to the whole world, (including those watching fashion shows), what exactly happened…Mumbai has become verified blast capital of India…over time and losses…

 It’s as good as anarchy and we are as good as insects…we elect a few among us to govern and to qualify to become parasites, to live on hospitality of ours and to suck the very soul of national pride…let alone the patriotic chauvinism, but even the trivial sense of security…

Undone...

Sleeping in, the lap of the shell

A zillion drops, left unshaped…

Resting in, the nadir of earth

That lump of soil, left unmade…

Mellowing in memories, random in diaries

So…so many thoughts, left unpaged

Still searching liberation, smashing these bars 

So…so many passions, left untamed

Unreachable distances, stretched till horizon

Still yearning for you, all unashamed…

Indifferent, impassive, apathy though hurts

Deeming your come-back, left unclaimed

Unaware Unawake into dreams encaged

Unbiased those feelings, left uncared…

Playing on lips, so tricky impossible,

Still some simple words, left unsaid…

P.S. Those are realizations while leaving Bangalore...while up I's going up above that world, into the black rain clouds...which, I believe, were the only things I managed to Love about that city...Thats so not true!!!

On the trail of novel beginnings...

So the time is…when you are supposed to be apprehensive about a new city/state, new project (read project manager) and strangers…And you are anxious about getting accommodation for yourself, unpacking your stuff and managing things in best possible way so that you get a niche at the new place…

They say all is well that ends well...I think, it’s incredible when something begins well...So, I’m transported!!!  to a Marathi land, where on the very first day of my arrival, I made some great discoveries…some really hardworking techies, a small cute workplace where everybody knows everybody, a cool lot of people who are determined to make new-joiners life easy, and the sense of inclusion… I must say, I am blissfully surprised by the last one…Smiles…

So, even before I could get my access card work for the new office, I’s told we are going for a trip…to Lonavala…Newer than the new joiners, I’s not sure how I’m going to enjoy the trip…But that thought soon got faded away in the rhythms of Antakshari songs (all the songs from movies released before any of us were born except for DK Bose of course)…

And then we landed…in between the streams of flowing waters...And then began my very first experience of rock climbing on a water trek…If you are following this blog regularly, you must be knowing that almost everything is figurative here… and sometimes it happens that I fail to understand the literal meaning of certain things while diving into the metaphorical meanings…So, I could have never thought that statements like these can have a literal sense…Nobody trips over mountains.  It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble.  Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find you have crossed the mountain.

But you climb Lonavala water trek and you know what that actually means…

All done with the adventure, I’m back to new set of realizations…And here they are…I’ve crossed the mountain of apprehensions, bathed in the pool of waters shimmering with sunshine of a novel beginning…Cheers!!! 

Get-Goings...

I don’t mean the title literally…I’m extremely pissed off and sad and drowned deep into emotions/nostalgia… It’s only my “be-positive” dreamy self who has typed in those words…

They say you do not have your control on anything…Its all written…They also say Life Goes On…Move On...and that Reflections have no significance, they’re just shadows...
But I really doubt whether people who say such things actually ever confronted such situations as farewell, did they ever stored something as sweet as moments in their programmed memory chips… do they even realize that there are some people who make your so-called-pre-written fate and tough times easy going for you, who make you cherish the innocent laughter followed by those stupid jokes cracked on unbearable sarcasms of your life, who don’t even care to take your opinion on their oh-so-honest!!! attempts to make you smile even if it results in pissing you off even more…Do they know that after your life goes on without them and you move on, those reflections can haunt you and those shadows can cast darkness when you’ll start running towards mirage of success and achievements all alone…

I give a second thought to all the nonsense I’ve written above and feel extremely stupid and CHILDISH… Of course you need to move on…You can have a fun-filled adventurous journey only when you know more roads and meet more people and that’s only when you explore more…That’s what everyone should do…That’s what I do…Rock Ahead Guys!!! Smiles :) 

P.S: All that “They-say” is what I always counsel people who fall sick to nostalgia….eyuk!!!...But all that “I-really-doubt” is what I’m feeling somehow, since last two days…

Swalpa Adjust Maadi…

The Bus was jam-packed…and so was my mind, with pure hatred…I can’t stand my life anymore here…failure is breaking me down, politics is pulling me back, homesickness has become excruciating, DAMN this city, DAMN these people…Replay of “Into The Wild” ran through these gloomy thoughts and I felt like running away…far into the jungles…”Society…You are a crazy breed!!! “

 And then some complex equation coming out of the confusion decided the number of the next bus I’ll take…to Innovative Film City…But that was far away and I had about an hour to my disposal, that too in an uncomfortably crowded bus…Just than an old lady boarded the bus and said “Swalpa Adjust Madi Ma”(Adjust a little)…I squeezed myself further in…So I though even air cant enter the bus now, and I still found the place, lolz…We Indian have a real passion about cooperation when it comes to adjustment…Buses are the best examples…just try to board any state transport bus and you’ll know what I mean…(I wanna check out the mumbai local train next)...

I scanned the old lady, a typical south-ee… grey hair, lot of sindur, small bindi, long tika, mouth red with betel juice, orange white flowers, and a south silk cotton saari…And just then two more aunties entered, with two kids…The old lady stepped back, to give the new comers room…and then requested me again…swalpa adjust maadi ma!!! I could not…so I only pretended to move but they still found their place again...Clearly there was no answer to How’s here…only How I’s finding difficult to answer was…How the hell poor driver is driving and HOW the conductor is giving tickets to passengers…And just when I’s lost in these thoughts, a TC appeared from nowhere and started checking the tickets…Till my turn I can tell, there was no defaulter...I’s impressed…Really…

Pretty small incident people, just daily life…But left me wondering why we refuse to adjust in life while there still remains a lot of room…while we can really cope with situation, why do we complain like- enough is enough and I can’t stand anymore…Why do we crib for friends when we are all alone and cry for some time for ourselves when we are surrounded with group of people we call our friends…What’s that makes us always dissatisfied with everything no matter how fortunate we really are to have it…Why can’t we fiddle a bit with the situations to craft happiness for ourselves…it’s not such a great price anyway… I can see an Accord in the traffic in front of me immediately after writing these lines…They have written “Happiness Reloaded” on the back glass… 

P.S. Had a great time today…Really…its fun to have a date with yourself sometimes… 

Reflections...

“You are religiously and legally ours” … And she started feeling the vibes of change all around her…the sensation of transition, the numbness which happens when you have a zillion thoughts and don’t know which one to single out and think about…

Her beautiful eyes went blank and their reflection in the mirror informed her clearly that sleep won’t come to them for many days to come…Her curly hair started feeling the Bangalore breeze like the most awaited touch…The swing in the balcony garden welcomed her to sway between the past and the future, between old and the new relationships, between apprehensions and anticipations…

Five long years of a successful relationship stood in front of her like a beautiful journey.  A wish that was granted, a dream that came true…She could not ask for more…That “only-a-classmate”, “friend”, “best friend”, “guide”, “special someone”, “boyfriend” was ready to become her “life”…She wondered how meanings can change with time…Once “aunty” was becoming “mummi ji”, once “uncle” wanted her to say “papa ji”...everybody wants to know how she feels but words won’t come to her…people assume she is extremely happy to say anything, but her happiness is not able to sort itself into what to tell whom…Strange but true, she’s not even sure whether HE will be able to understand …This feeling is so HER own…No wonder, nobody else can understand really…

There have been transitions, from prep to school then to college, to a new city, to a new job, new people…but this one is HUGE…Though she knew from like years… she had a perfect mental picture in like a thousand dreams, she knew which color will go with which occasion, what is going to be the guest list, which flower will suit the decorations, and what must-be’s should be there in the menu…she was always ready, all set…But still she feels that time has run extremely fast, that she’s only a kiddo, how can this happen so early…

Like me, she ponders over thoughts and questions, only to conclude that this was destined to happen…for best...And then again, she tries to welcome sleep, in vain…drowning yet again into feelings all sweet…

P.S. Congrats Dear…All the very best for the future ahead…God Bless!!!

P.P.S. Oops! Do I need to mention, this was about a very close friend, getting married soon!!! :)

Being Champions...

It seemed it doesn’t matter at all….whether you actually are a sportsperson or not into it at all, you have office work on Saturdays or have only a blissful strict “5-days-a-week”, you love hanging out with friends on weekends or like to be all alone, relaxing…All eyes were glued to television sets, projectors, sports bars and some multiplex screens…There was no traffic even on Bangalore Roads…I got no calls from 2:30 p.m. till 10:30 in the night :O ….only texts…”Pray India Pray”…”, ”Please ask your friends not to pray for sometime…God is playing”, “Don’t login for some time, www is busy, coz We Want World cup”…or a simple… “Indiaaaa…India”…God actually had no confusion in granting wishes as all 1.21 billion were asking for only one thing…

Sri Lankans were at their best and Jayawardene skillfully lowered the roaring Wankhede stadium to a complete stillness with his brilliant century… and then Malinga threatened to brutally murder the very spirit of the world class batting line-up...But then, we all witnessed the true exemplification of “against-all-odds”, a brilliant game played in the spirit of Winning and a show of extreme courage…The rest is history as they say… 

But that is not all this post is all about. Cricket is religion in this country and we know that. What actually inspires a lazy blog writer like me to do a write-up on a world cup final is the “spirit” element coupled, that rare unison of all assortment, those joint cries of joyfulness when a 4 or 6 was hit or a wicket was taken, that combined disappointment when a delhiite youngster was not able to complete his hundred, those smiles and tears and finally, a deafening roar of victory…

Crazy fans, fanatics and even indifferent apathetic mind-their-own-business-types…nobody could sleep that fortunate night…Diwali, Christmas and Id were celebrated together...People shared and had the moments all sweet…Champagne flew and drowned all doubts of Indians being anything less than Champions. We Won…the World, our Pride, our Unity and a Billion smiles with the cup.

Not to mention, it’s a moment to cherish for a lifetime. Especially I have absolutely nothing to compare it with…of course I wasn’t there when last world cup was won… But I’m sure there still can’t be anything else to compare the victory with…as nothing can change the color of blood…Yes, me too, now BLEED BLUE!!!  :)

Absolute Nonsense!!!

Surprisingly dry Bangalore sky, where it hasn’t rained since very very long…

A pair of RED eyes, revealing the forceful effort to keep them open...strange foul smell…in an elevator of a corporate office…and a guy making a spectacle of himself…

In such a state where not even a single drop has fallen from skies to bring some good, happy thoughts to my mind, I’m mulling over all nonsense…and as a reflex, writing all nonsense…

Here I’m trying to rewrite a story told in pieces … that too, in a state of partial consciousness…

Me and my friends, we were sitting in the cafeteria for the evening snack and tea…And this guy joined in…and started off without a prelude…”Do I look drunk?” And then without waiting for an answer (or rather knowing what would be it…), he continued…”Yaar kal mast kaand ho gaya sacchi!!!” You won’t believe what happened yesterday…Some of my friends beaten up an auto driver….”saala zyada paise maang raha tha ”…And then again, without us asking for details, he continued…”My friends came over and we boozed-up all night long…(As if he specifically needed to mention that particular piece of information)...They were coming all the way from Ooty to my place…in truly high spirits of Lions of our HP…(A great pride in his voice here)...the previous night in Ooty, they were coming back from some pub there , all drunk…They took an auto to come back to their resort…The auto-wala dropped them back and asked for 150 bucks, when the distance was less than 5 kms from the pub to their resort…and then without even arguing with the man, they pulled him out of the auto and then started raining cats and dogs, punches and kicks all over his face…

Poor man started yelling and then some God-fearing-law-abiding-citizen-of-India called up the police…Shocking though, police came over and arrested our mettle MEN when the driver was still having all 206 bones intact… (They still regret the fact though...Maarna tha aur saale ko!!!) And then, without him telling the rest of the story, (His pride on his friends achievement multiplying with every detail of the narrative) I guessed it perfectly right…They formally went to the police station, showed some currency (around 3k), and with due respect, were sent back to the resort, in the same auto!!!

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This is no story really…this happens every other day…What’s actually disturbing, are the exclamation marked statements made by him at the end of the story…

So then, with an air of vanity, he added…You don’t know these guys yaar!

Their fathers own yards of Apple farms in Himachal!

They just don’t care about money!

Cool life hai yaar! Mast bande hain!

And then, a maniacs ROFL!!!

Not to mention I’s shocked, felt like the judgmental me, the believer of all-right-is-right-and-all-wrong-is-wrong child in me was slapped in face…So this is what people actually look upto when they say they want to GROW and make a STATUS LIVING???...So, its fine, infact pretty cool to get arrested and spend some quality time with cops if you carry the status of getting away...Its okay to get drunk to your fill and then drive back all the way from Ooty to Bangalore, this time without being caught…Cheers!!!

My understanding of the terms in caps was shaken from the base…I felt an insistent need to review my social concepts before claiming to understand my very own surroundings…

I have been trying doing that since then…But I fail myself again and again...I really fail to understand how can it be cool, not being in your senses when nonsense is an offending word…People spend their lives building a reputation and then how can they just let it all go in a speck of a moment of being drunk and ignorant…How can the fundamental rules of civic behavior and gentlemen’s policies change their meanings so easily...

And then as always, I remain stuck in the whirl of questions…and this time, it really seems like forever…

Even as I write this, I know this is no way to retort…only a way to save my soul from the vortex of thoughts…when the meaning of all the wisdom thoughts I learnt with an effort over the years, is challenging an existential crisis…

A Question of Perspective…

World is Round!!! Yes it is… People run after each other in a queues and form circles…Come back to a point from where they started off…Do not understand things about others,  they wanted the whole world to understand about themselves some time back…

A son becomes a father and complains about things he once thought were cool…A daughter becomes a mother and refuses to understand the essence of liberty for her daughter…Once you complaint of not being understood, and then, without even realizing the pain of that, you close the doors of your own understandings…

If you are at the receiving end of something, you stop realizing the fact that it is to be preserved and valued with the same zeal with which it was given…

Once while sitting at the window seat, it was me who said: “I think, we should let go off the things which move in opposite direction, even if it’s only a question of perspective…” … I find this hard to believe today…

Lets Uncomplicate

With blessed fortune of the sky

And these teeny tiny dots,

Far from cruel glare of the sun,

Where the poor minds rot…

Dreamy neurons of my brain,

Getting ready for a fight,

Winning over in my thoughts

On the ones "so-called" bright…

All adamant “Why-Can’t-s”

Suddenly rising their heads

All fearful “What-If-s”

Dormant, as if dead…

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Can be faked but can’t be mended

Relations getting sour,

Jealousy and Jeopardy,

Moving through the back door…

All see the times getting worse

But there’s no one to blame

There can only be one

At the top of the game…

What’s driving these waves

Of trusts being betrayed

On the verge of abyss

Like a nightmare replayed…

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Policies of rights and wrongs,

Let’s end this judgmental torrent

Let’s drive a less known road

Let’s be a bit ignorant…

This want of bright warm sunlight,

Let’s just leave it to the fate,

Bathe in tiny drops of light,

LET’S UNCOMPLICATE!!!

P.S. Somehow, I like the idea of being positive these days... :)