Tuesday, July 24, 2007

India blurring...


I cannot trust my neighbour...

I cannot trust my brother,

The lady over there locks herself in her house,
for fear of goondaism,

The man below me goes numb at the recurring vandalism

The "nation" that i lived in once is fading away...

Blurring fast...

Our leader promised us a road... got killed on the half finished one by another,

Bharat is fast losing the only thing it felt... Hope...

I may not be this cynical tomorrow at midnight...

or... i may not be...

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Grey Commands Respect

Are we all familiar with this Hitopadesha fable? A man plans to bury his father alive because the father has grown very old and has according to the man become “futile”. The man’s little son also hops onto the cart much against the man’s wishes, as he is eager to know where his grandfather and father are going? Upon reaching a distant spot from the village the man starts digging. The young boy curiously inquires as to what is going on? Deciding to tell him the truth the man says that he is going to bury grandfather alive as he is of no more use in the house now. The son immediately takes the spade from the man’s hands and starts digging a new grave. When the man asks him what is he doing the son replies that he does not want the man to wait till his grave is dug when he becomes old so he is keeping it ready…Times have changed but even till this day the mentalities of the people remain the same.

Talking purely from an Indian perspective, in the olden days we had customs of early marriages for the children and say by the time these individuals reached the age of forty their parents retreated in to the forests and this was the period of Vanaprastha and hence the old people did not let a situation arise wherein they would be forced out of the house. But today we all need parents till we find our wings, which in our country extends fairly beyond even middle age. Only after this when maybe the old couple’s hospital bills reach astronomical figures do we all start looking at them as a liability to us. Each cough of theirs becomes that much more annoying, our children just cant stand the old people’s constant interference and suddenly our “young” homes no longer have any place for the same two individuals who all the while meant the entire universe to us. Today, mostly, the old people in the house are allowed to stay because they have another necessary responsibility of raising even their grandchildren if the parents happen to be working. A few “lucky” ones might also find themselves on a plane to the United States of America or any other random country where the average educated Indian is busy minting money, for the same reason that they would now have to permanently fill in for the baby sitter in a totally alien land. Why is this entire thing happening? To put it blatantly, because you don’t have to pay for their services and probably a sense of security that they will not forsake you.

Considering this present societal scenario one thing is extremely clear that we are living in pitiable times. My aim is not to put anyone on a guilt trip neither have I a treasure cove of knowledge to fall back to and be edifying. There are realizations that should come from within us and thankfully they do. All it needs is a little bit of introspection.

Today’s emerging trends are of the modern day graves, the old age homes. I can daresay this problem is prevalent only in the urban patches of the country. Nuclear families are the norm of the day, only the cities are big but its spaces for inhabitants negligible, we never seem to find time from our busy schedules to take care of the aged parents and then there is also the perennial problem of the financial noose around the modern man’s neck. All these problems have forced us maybe to send away our parents to these old age homes. A concept of the west, these homes are much more humane than the home that drove these people out. All the needs of the inmates are taken care of and they are always under the personal supervision of a nurse. All the family has to do is pay the monthly fee to the Home and any other bills that the Home might have incurred in taking care of the old person. Trends suggest that in case of no other feasible option even the old people are finding this the next best alternative. They have company of their own age group here, all their medication is taken care of, and they are fed on time and provided if wanting with any other comfort. Then it might be asked of me as to why I called them a modern day grave? Yes, I vouch by the fact that everything is fine in a Home like this but where is the love that these people deserve? Have they struggled all their lives to bring us up only to end up in an old age home to be fed by an unknown person in the last few days of their lives? What about the mental agony they are being put through when they fully understand and gulp down the fact that they are being sent away because their own son or daughter now feel that they are worthless and have no time, space or even love left to spare. This cannot be called even a question of ethics because it far transcends mere boundaries like that.

Unhealthy trends such as this one have just begun to spawn in our society and it is up to us to nip them right in the bud. There are a few pillars of our culture and respect for elders and especially for our parents is one of them. A pillar whose foundation must never be rendered weak. All the old people in our homes are asking of us is to provide them with reasonably comfortable days in the ripe of their age and it is our least responsibility to show gratitude to them after all that they have done to place us where we find ourselves today. Lets not disappoint them. If not for them, for our own sake. For tomorrow we might be facing a similar situation for our own selves as the tale in the beginning taught us.


Monday, February 19, 2007

To a better you...

I do not despise him
I despise his way of dealing with them...
I was left scot free, so was she.
For the same error, smaller in magnitude
I felt happy, i felt like a WHO?
To a better you

He has openly discriminated,
He wants the respect,
We will give it to you.
Let go of the whip and brandish
a sword instead...
Kill us, let us not be...
Tyrants were worshipped, so will you
To a better you.

"I can make you beg" he said,
yes we said, here, not everywhere
I have a way...
Cant you see you are going astray???
You are dust... be at my shoe.
God is with us now
So hard does it strike you???

Be loving and we will love you
To a better, a far better you...

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Must come from within...

Tired with the atrocities of Hutch on their poor customers, wherein according to my good friend they are "gradually cheating" customers ( sounds to me like slow poison for some bizzare reason ) i decided to shift to Airtel's student plan. I had made all the preliminary inquiries an prima facie the plan seemed to be a refreshing relief.

I reached the Airtel office around 7:30 PM this evening. It was chaotic, it was extremely crowded. New connections, old ones being revamped, migrations from Pre paid to Postpaid and vice versa. All these processes involving lot of paper work, nearly a score people at each desk and each desk manned by girls of not more than 25 years of age under the stern supervision of their boss. It was getting really hectic for them and one could clearly see the inexperience on their side once they were faced with such a massive crowd and all their requests. I really felt for them... even as i offered to take charge and ask the customers to follow the Q system, i could hear sighs from the girl manning the desk i stood at. " Its 7 45 ya... i need to get home... di sheegrhram vaa. " I could do nothing but feel bad... As for the Q i realized i was being very idealistic. Amidst all this ruckus one guy, probably in his mid twenties requested for a Student Special SIM card. Now this offer is relatively cheaper and reasonable compared to any other mobile offer that is given by the big tel com service providers. As would be the case this offer was most in demand. Now, our guy fills up the confirmation form, is polite enough to attach his photo on it... he seemed in a hurry and was trying to hurry up the lady at the counter too... now as the heading of this post would suggest, he gave them a fake ID proof of him being in some institute. It would not take him more than a second to fool the girl at the counter given her current situation and the kind of work demand that she faced in the coming minutes before she could call it a day...

She checked, he got caught... was politely asked to leave or take the regular plan... For some reason i couldnt help it and a smile came on to my face...

I got my number too. But what i carried more is a feeling that i cannot seem to gulp down. What would that guy get out of cheating that girl??? Is it so difficult to live and let live in this country of ours???

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Lets Chat...

Almost towards the end of the day i receive a call from M. He says, lets plan a group chat tomorrow as there's no college ( probably he assumed we would have nothing better to do on this forced holiday ). As most maverick things do, even this thing did spread pretty fast and gained momentum. I told L and V ( he never turned up, guess we don't intellectually stimulate him ) and left it at that for the day and retired...

Next morning i did take the lead of implementing the idea, a decision that dint take much time to get questioned later on by my intellect. I informed L and so charged he was that he invited the rest of them ( i dint expect that wide a variety of guests ). So we had L to begin with, R joined us, then T than S the two surprise elements R2 and N came along even as L cordially invited everyone. I felt like his only daughter was getting married. Somewhere amidst all this chaos M the creator of this highly "successful" plan stepped on to the red carpet accompanied by some really abominable sounds that were perceived by different people in different ways... a few not fit to state before a family audience.

What followed next were some pale and lackluster attempts by the two men who had taken charge to enliven the morning for everyone ( a good coffee would have sufficed someone felt ).
But i fully applaud the efforts of M and L who thought if getting the group together. As the conversation slowly moved from one pointless banter to another, in a desperate search for some "spicing it up" our budding journalists much to my aghast did the obvious. They began to probe into the personal relationships of others and the only thing missing were the tags of "Breaking News" or Exclusive... only on this channel". At this point one of the more busy body members finally decided to take leave and started a parallel conversation with me at the futility of the on going conversation.

Kudos to M as he tried everything in his kitty to keep the conversation buoyant but the interest of the members was slowly waning away and there began a series of personal digs at various members of the group. S kept silent all through this hungama, she never liked words uttered in futility. I knew what she was going through and finally as was expected, she begged to excuse herself and left. The act caught like influenza and slowly T wanted to leave too which meant that R2 would follow suit soon. I think i rejoined the chat room at this point and saw that this effort by M was really going nowhere. I felt bad for him, but he sure needs no one's sympathies. I felt no one was really listening to L and all people wanted to do was snub him... The chat turned into personal digs embarrassing R and this time she went into hiding for sometime... T left, R2 ditto, not able to see the pile of cards fall away like this M too left uttering something that meant we were all supposed to make it up to him. i was once again left with L and R. the conversation for the first time moved to something concrete . About how to beat the bandh and get L's dad home ( i hope everything works out well ). An abrupt break from L caused me to fret...

Mobile buzzed. L : Hey power cut... I got disconnected man...

I signed off...

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Meal Nite...

Cantonese Chicken Noodles
Chicken Fried Rice
Crispy Chicken Noodles
Schezwan Chicken Noodles
Steamed Prawn Rice
Crab Manchurian
Fried Chicken
Schezwan Chicken


What more could i ask for....









For but 500 INR