unforgettable memories
Friday, December 7, 2012
An Unusual Birthday Gift
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Alas, merely naming won’t make the prophet and his God content. Nor will establishing giant statues of Goddesses like Laxmi, Durga,Kali and Sarasvati if their own human incarnations are pursued as sex objects.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
plight of a solitudinarian
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Conversation With a 'Different' Friend
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Thoughts of a Pessimist
May be my cynical attitude always takes me to the darker aspects of
Fortune magazine may be screaming loud about the growing number of millionaires in India, but the fact that 90% of India’s wealth is in deep pockets of less than 10% fellows stands as a more truthful and clearer statement to me. Politicians, media and bureaucrats as always, chose to grin ostensibly, explaining how
What has happened to the middle class Indian today?? After witnessing everything that is going wrong, he prefers to sit back and watch Rakhi Sawant’s swyamvar or bribes some official to extend his house’ s boundary illegally.
Few people kill a woman by throwing stones assuming that she’s a daayan (witch) and she’ll engulf whole village. On the other hand there are people who spend their whole day worrying & discussing ‘who’s going to win Dance-India-Dance’. If anyone is still left, he’ll kill his whole time watching cricket.
We’re happy having a tv or mobile phone in hand but don’t care about improving sanitary conditions of the surroundings. Today in
Why have we become so insensitive today? Why the meaning of
Why do we call oursellves civilized and patriotic when we don’t care about the killing of our neighbor and his innocent children only because he belongs to some different religion???
Why an olympic gold medallist or IPL winner is showered with crores of award money from govt. within weeks even though a rape victim or flood victim has to wait decades for a meagre compensation???
Why nobody raised a voice on the sky rocketing of fuel & food commodities, people committing suicide due to hunger even when 3 lakh tonnes of grains, enough to feed 20% population for a whole year, was rotting in the government stores due to lack of storage place???
Why we chose to look the other side when instead of trying to satiate the poor kid’s hunger, our agriculture minister became more interested in Cricket and ICC’s chief position???
Why we were more busy in exploring our new IPhones and Blackberrys when Telecom Minister is exposed in a Rs.80,000 crore scam??
Why it doesn’t matter to us when a pizza is delivered within 30 minutes but an ambulance never does??
Why the fruits of freedom are supposed to enjoy only in cities like
Why people waste hundreds of litres of milk on statues of Rajnikanth when farmers are commiting suicide when unable to feed their children 2 rotis a day???
Why people are dying to see a semi-naked Mallika Sherawat in cities when only few hundred kilometers away khap-panchayats, female feticides and honor killings in the guise of religious outrage is being witnessed day after day??
Even after 64 years of
May be we were never suppose to break free if we’re like this. May be it is in our genes to work under a strict master else we go haywire.
If the meaning of freedom is to spit & pee anywhere one wants, kill anyone in the name of religious sentiment, cause damage to nation’s property like railway & transport in the name of protest & agitation or molest women on Valentine’s Day in the name of Indian culture then I’m sorry mates…I beg to differ…I can’t assimilate to this ideology…….This freedom is unfit for Indians.
May be we’re better off as slaves. May be we do need to be put under such strict discipline that we don’t dare to mess with other’s pride, wealth, honor or affairs. If we aren’t moved by over neighbors agony only because he doesn’t belong to our caste, religion or culture then we’re are worse off than animals. If this is our reality then
And even though the thinkers of society can shamelessly proclaim that ‘All is Well’ , there is one pessimist Indian lying somewhere in some corner of the country, whose voice doesn’t matter, is yet to be impressed.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Bangalore Ghosts!!-episode 1
“Sir, Tea.” My peon gently says as he places the cup on my table and dips the T-Bag few times before adding 2 cubes of sugar in it. He looks at me expecting me to order him for something else. I quietly ask him to send Mr. P.K.Pandey, our administrative officer, in my chamber to start work on the pending assignments. As he leaves the chamber, I look at the fancy cup and the T-Bag. I instantly feel the urge to light up a cigarette, more out of habit, but then disappointingly have to curb the desire. This is the beginning of my usual day in office at
More than half a year has passed since I bid farewell to
Several times a day, my subconscious asks me,” Are you really happy with this life? If luxury is something which a man craves for, you do have it in plenty. What is this thing which bothers you day and night?” I take a deep sigh everytime and answer, “ I miss the part of me which is left in
What’s the point of having money in account when there is no one to spend it on? What’s the purpose of going to a swanky restaurant when you don’t have a company to share its experience?
How a Thousand rupee note rotting in your wallet can be any different from a useless piece of paper when it can’t get you things your heart craves for. Getting a free entry into a disc on weekend in
Where are the Tushys? Where are the Madus? Where are the Nilus? Where are the Golus, the Modis, the Daddus, The Raos, The Arjuns, The BTs….the Demos….the Gentleys…the Kodis….All you assholes, Bloody spread in different parts of the country throughout…..Why is it so tough to get your replacement??? Why can’t I make new pals without comparing them with you??? Why? Fucking Why???…..
And sitting here in my plush office, I miss those times. I want to tell my peon to get me tea from Salim’s in a glass, allow me to have a smoke in office in front of everyone…. let me crack few informal jokes… let me be crude, undisciplined, wild, crazy, blunt, carefree as I was once…let me wear torn jeans and a red tee to the office….let me experience again with few bizarre styles…. Let me be unsophisticated for a while….let me with my friends again for a day………let my find my soul back for an instance……let me be Bangalored again for sometime…….