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!!!  :)