if and once, you ever ask the question
what now?
not when you are on the trough
facing the biggest difficulties
facing the deepest seas..or the highest peaks
but when you are gliding on the sky
when you are on the highest peak
in the midst of your winning streak
and then you ask
what now?
will it be the end.. or the beginning
will it be the moment
the epiphany…
when everything you ever thought mattered
didn’t !!
will it dawn upon you …if you ask…
what now?
Lately I’ve been hard to reach
I’ve been too long on my own
Everyone has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, and I’m reaching out for you
-Beautiful by Eminem
I guess, I am not alone…even Eminem was hibernating !!
I think, soon there will be a time, when I will hang my head down with shame, on being called an Indian. Shame not because I belong to this beautiful country called India, but shame because I belong to this irrational set of people called Indians!!
Panchtantra, a collection of short stories, is difficult to comprehend. Same action is described as right and same action is described as wrong in a different story.
Indian Mythology, in Mahabharata and Ramayana, has highlighted that it is alright to deceive others, if they are your enemies.
I love my country, but lately, I have begun to feel a certain kind of disgust against the people of my country.
We are the supposedly the biggest democracy in the world. Yet, the common man is almost hapless. There is no freedom of doing things which one feels like, even though if it is allowed in the constitution. In the Maharashtra assembly, an MLA is physically assaulted because he chooses to take oath in the National and Official Language of the Country instead the language of the state. MLA Abu Azmi is manhandled by the MNS MLAs and it remains to be seen what our judicial system does to the people who assault him in front of all the elected representatives of the people. The political fiasco in the ruling camp of the state I am presently residing in, the common man watch in amazement how to groups of people were fighting like cats and dogs only few days back and suddenly decide to put everything beneath the carpet and walk hand in hand. To shove pieces of cake in each others mouths. For the simple reason to put the equation of money and power in balance.
An educated person, a person many people look up to him for his fine qualities, preaches regionalism on his blogs. Even though, as a child, I remember how we were taught that the colonials used a simple technique of divide and rule to overcome our defenses against them.
A colleague explains the trouble he has to through to get his marriage certificate, even though he has all the necessary documents, with whom another colleague jumps in to share his experience on how to get his certain property registered and how the agent claimed that the cut goes to the very top level.
A stranger meeting with me by chance, asking me my native place. Asking which one is better so that he can hear some praises of his native land from my mouth. And getting agitated when I highlighted the points which I don’t like or claimed are better in my native.
The granting of the permit to shoot a certain movie, based on a prominent figure of Indian history, only if the script is changed as per the government, so that no harm comes to the image of that person. Even though there may be some truth or there may not be.
A movie being banned in India, because it builds on subjects which used to happen in the past and which may hurt the sentiments of the people of the country. But, it is allowed to screen in the country and infact appreciated very well, just because it won an Academy Award.
The group of people who vehemently agree or disagree with certain subjects and deeds, without having their own reasons, but of those they were taught from childhood by their parents, which in turn taught the same thing by theirs.
The group of people, to which I belong, who just crib about the things which are not right, sit in their chairs and type a sorry reading post on their blogs.
I sometimes wonder, are we really that democratic? Do we really have that freedom which we claim or feel we do?? Or are we just trapped in our own understanding of the system around us without having a clear picture of the reality.
I am proud of my Country, of India. Of its beauty and of its eccentricity. But strangely, I am beginning to have a contempt towards the people who have taken over it and claim it to be theirs. I am beginning to have a strong dislike for the person who says I am an Indian!!
