Sitting @ Sanewadi residential grounds in my neighborhood at Pune, is in itself a re leaving experience, peace is within would not sound appropriate here. Granny's sporting an I pod, walking with their Nike and Rebook sneakers on, Middle aged women testing the depth of their lower abdominal fat, every two inches they walk, Affluent teenagers on their cellphones, some blushing as they talk, others flaunting their phones, Chotu's and the aaya's taming the headaches of their respective masters,Birds those are trained to be silent and dogs who cannot fight with each other, Sanewadi ground is a place you have a rep from each block of the society.
Holding her hands and watching this absolutely peaceful empty space in the midst of a residential complex was exhilarating , happiness was just oozing out. Bushes untrimmed and overgrown, clinging to the walls pathways and the electric posts, thick patch of lush green grass with a tint of dewdrops, couldn't be better for a cozy little conversation. Her eyes showed the pleasure of a child clinging on to her father, cheeks of hers touching the shoulders, hair combed to reflect a school going kid blocking the sight and whispering on my face, she is magic.
While talking, chit chatting we saw a kid and his dog playing, with her penchant for pets, or her untimely humor sense, she said "I had a German shepherd first, then my dad gifted me a doberman and now I have scooby (don't know the breed just the name), if everything works fine between you and me I'll have you soon". I laughed, that was something which came from nowhere, like a Muralidharan doosra, caught be plum, but one thing it did not hurt, the smile grew to a burst of laughter and now it's a joke to share, conversations with an angel, is straight talk.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Junkie -- A Depressing, Suicidal, Nauseating Experience !!!!!
Of all the books that I read recently I would definitely like to talk about the Junkie, A William Burroughs book, supposedly a classic. The book is depressing to the core, it will make you smell vomit, hold your temples as if aspirin is nirvana, you could feel a hangover throughout the journey. But then every book must not be inspiring, must not have a happys the endings, certain of them must be like Junkie which is written on a puddle of puke, by a hallucinated nerd, who talks about addiction, what why when and where of addiction.
The best part of Junkie is the answer to the need of drugs and the answer is astonishingly simple, "to walk to eat, to live"!!!!.Yes Junk actually becomes the oxygen for a junkie and that's where the term comes from "Junkie" someone who lives on Junk. The books depicts the life of a youngster who is on odd jobs throughout, hits on from one Junkie to another, then progresses into peddling and trading Junk. It opens door into an unconventional life where you are free from everything and tied to only one thing that's Junk. A fascinating way of life where the only worry is the depleting stock of Junk with you, Our conventional ways actually gives us tonnes of worries, about the EMI's, about beating the one sitting next to you,about marrying a bomb, or the colleague who married one and what not.
But then being a Junkie is like being a feather, being light and being in a state of joy. Why not live being a Junkie for sometime, a way of life in which you would enjoy the rains, the full moon, good sex and sound sleep, Hallucinations, dreams and those simple pleasures of life that we loose in this rat race. Withdrawal symptoms, stomach pains, joint aches and the weakening of social life is scary but then freedom to fly comes at a cost, choice is yours be a jerk or be a junkie!!!!
Monday, August 16, 2010
Am I, sorry Can I be a terrorist !!!!!!!
What's the hype about terrorism, what's it about being a terrorist. Is there a terrorist within me, the auto driver who dropped me home, the lady who gave me a lift back from work, yeah we all had some or the other kind of terrorists chained within us. What's that makes me different from terrorist, for that we'll have to define a terrorist, there are different ways of going about defining anything, Like sex being defined as a divine act, carried out at the peak of love by someone and a mere act to ensure that the biological craving hits the brake through the eyes of another one.
Yeah a terrorist for any average Indian must be based out of Kashmir, should pelt stones and to the min pull the fuse of detonators. I would say a terrorist is someone who actually believes in a cause, is committed to see a change in the current plight and spilling blood is the last thing he is worried about. Say for the fun of it let's ask this question to ourselves, is there a cause that we believe in that we could die for, spill a drop of blood for,( Spare money, sex, clothes and booze) though we love all these, am sure we would still not risk a cut or a bruise for these. If there is an eligibility test for us to become terrorists, or the some called inhuman bunch, will we ever crack it, the basic qualification being passionate or committed for a selfless cause.
How many of us would have actually fought a fight for a hapless one, how many of us actually have a reason for doing what we do, Do we ever think above ourselves, our needs and wants, would we ever climb the second tier on maslow's hierarchy, terrorism is far ahead cause we do not have time to think, to believe, to feel for a cause or to live for something selfless. Aren't our motivations too frugal, aren't we the so called civilized bunch trapped into a flow that we never would even think of breaking off. Or is it that we never went through enough agony to think above us, Why would I ever share food till I know how does hunger feel like !!!!!!. I can never believe the fact that someone becomes a suicide bomber cause he was in poverty, Mohamed Atta, was not in poverty when he crashed the twin towers, he had enough to live, I would say there is corruption in terrorism as well, but then there are wounds, bruises that makes these youngsters come on the streets, am sure that motivation is hardly monetary.
The kids in Kashmir are pouring their blood out on the street, they are educated and whatever the forces behind them are, am sure they are ticked off, how long could you be in a state of anarchy, how long could you tolerate elderly men disappearing from the village, how much would you like it when you have to Salute a South Indian or a Sardar holding a sten gun, every time you pass by to buy a pack of cigarettes. Don't we have political honchos next door who bring much more frugal fights on to the streets and still go unnoticed or untagged. They get to fight elections and be part of coalitions, they get protection and continue threatening our rights. As it's said it's declared a mistake on the basis of who's the actor and not the act.
Yeah a terrorist for any average Indian must be based out of Kashmir, should pelt stones and to the min pull the fuse of detonators. I would say a terrorist is someone who actually believes in a cause, is committed to see a change in the current plight and spilling blood is the last thing he is worried about. Say for the fun of it let's ask this question to ourselves, is there a cause that we believe in that we could die for, spill a drop of blood for,( Spare money, sex, clothes and booze) though we love all these, am sure we would still not risk a cut or a bruise for these. If there is an eligibility test for us to become terrorists, or the some called inhuman bunch, will we ever crack it, the basic qualification being passionate or committed for a selfless cause.
How many of us would have actually fought a fight for a hapless one, how many of us actually have a reason for doing what we do, Do we ever think above ourselves, our needs and wants, would we ever climb the second tier on maslow's hierarchy, terrorism is far ahead cause we do not have time to think, to believe, to feel for a cause or to live for something selfless. Aren't our motivations too frugal, aren't we the so called civilized bunch trapped into a flow that we never would even think of breaking off. Or is it that we never went through enough agony to think above us, Why would I ever share food till I know how does hunger feel like !!!!!!. I can never believe the fact that someone becomes a suicide bomber cause he was in poverty, Mohamed Atta, was not in poverty when he crashed the twin towers, he had enough to live, I would say there is corruption in terrorism as well, but then there are wounds, bruises that makes these youngsters come on the streets, am sure that motivation is hardly monetary.
The kids in Kashmir are pouring their blood out on the street, they are educated and whatever the forces behind them are, am sure they are ticked off, how long could you be in a state of anarchy, how long could you tolerate elderly men disappearing from the village, how much would you like it when you have to Salute a South Indian or a Sardar holding a sten gun, every time you pass by to buy a pack of cigarettes. Don't we have political honchos next door who bring much more frugal fights on to the streets and still go unnoticed or untagged. They get to fight elections and be part of coalitions, they get protection and continue threatening our rights. As it's said it's declared a mistake on the basis of who's the actor and not the act.
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