A Tale of Sorrow

The latest extermination of a company of security personnel by naxalites is an aggrieving incident. There must be of course another side to the story. The CRPF was continuing its operation against maoists who retaliated with an ambush.

In a war both sides end up losers. The side calling itself victor often does so after suffering huge losses.

The Indian Express and other newspapers recently carried pictures of wailing family members at the cremation of their lost ones. A child is shown weeping unconrollably at the funeral of his father. What fault is there of the child, one may ask, that he bids adieu to his father on his final ascent to the Heavens, at so tender an age? What kind of a world is this that goes unconcerned about its day-to-day affairs without so much as even pondering on the plight of others.

Although I sympathise with the squalid living conditions of people whom the state might have cruelly neglected, I think their are better ways of bringing noitce to them than taking to the route of violence. One must also disapprove of the reported police brutalities against captured naxalites and innocent villagefolk who have nothing at all to do with such movements.

Whereas the permanent solution to it lies in the effective implementation of the welfare schemes in the deprived areas, there must also be created a consensus among the naxalites for their political inclusion in India's polity. This should help to end the decades long grudge against the state.

Love; and the Affection of Our Mothers and Brothers

Love and affection are magical words. In a world torn by strife and personal self-egoes, love might simply be the panacea to all of world's problems.

To love someone can be a selfless act amounting to nothing. Love doesn't pay, the saying goes.

To love and to be loved are two inter-related aspects. To offer love may not mean its reciprocation in the same measure, but it would be to love nevertheless.

Love doesn't require much effort on our part. Even lower life forms are endowed with an innate capacity to love. How often have we seen a wolf-mother snuggling up to its cubs on the umpteen number of infotainment channels. This only drives home the point that we have come to this planet to love and that love is a universal phenomenon.

In some cases, like a guy falling in love with a girl, it may be argued that the after-effects of love might drive one to the point of madness or even to the verge of committing suicide. The latter is not to be. For love itself is a life-force. Life flows from it.

Charity should begin at home. And so should love. I have a wonderful brother at home and my mother, who has already graced so many posts earlier in my blog, also deserves special mentioning. Have we ever tried to focus on the role of the mother in the building of a nation?

It may help one's understanding to describe her as an equal partner in the building of a nation. One may ask how?

Ans: Mothers are home-makers and preservers of units whom we refer to as modern families. They toil in the kitchen all day, to ensure our physical well-being. They serve us with the best dishes, dishes that ensure a filling and wholesome meal. There's no telling when Indian mothers might get infuriated, but leave aside that and you experience love unbound. Each mother to her home, and we have houses that function efficiently as units on their own. All these smaller units make up a bigger whole: the nation i.e.

Thus we see the contribution of our mothers to our society. They are, as we understand, loving figures. Brothers, I might add to mention, are no less. Although their love might be of a different kind, its love nevertheless. Incessant pranks and relentless banter is what my brother stands for. He is younger than me and I guess this suits him well too. A word of caution though, brothers may never be taken for granted, for they are impish and are ever upto something. One must be perenially aware of his surroundings and his brother's exact geographical location(a gps might be of some help). There's no telling when he might pull a prank. The aftermath could only add to one's embarrasment.

Hanky Panky

Sometimes while talking, a person might steal his glance and look into the other person's eyes. This is to suggest the person who is doing the talking is an idiot and an inferior person too.

This may take place when the person who is being talked to regards himself/herself very highly. Of course his self-estimation may be independent of his actual worth (as is often the case).

The question arises what may be done to countervail the effects and impact of such cheeky behaviour? Does it behove to pay in the same coin? Or does ignoring it altogether fare much better? This may well be a matter of individual choice.

Whatever the line of action adopted by one be, it should be carried out with a thoroughness and a shrewdness to a determining as well as a deterring extent. I may say so at the risk of sounding theoretical. A more pragmatic approach, however, may suggest an altogether different line of thinking (and acting).

Subtle pranks and their sweet timing may sometimes lead to a catastrophic effect in the receiver's mind. But this may not be the case always. An even subtler reproach may prove helpful not only in cancelling out the insinuations made against oneself but may also serve as a helpful deterrent in the future.

The Pain of Injury and Humiliation

Pain can at all times be injurious to your health.

Pain is something to be felt. People often inflict injury on others that may cause pain. There could be various intentions behind causing such enormous amounts of pain and most of them I admit are hideous. The moot point is whether life is all about suffering, all about taking pain and offering it.

There can be no two opinions about it. If we have come here, we must undergo trials and tribulations.

It must be mentioned here that pain can be of a transferrable nature. For example, if a person linked closely to you gets humiliated, your heart goes out to him/her. This also could be one of the foundational principles of relationships.

Pain can also have a multiplier effect. If you nurse a grudge, you only allow it to take root.

Pain can sometimes leave a lasting impact on oneself or one's surroundings. This can be evident in cases where people complain about emotional trauma or psychological pain. The effects of these can be effectively countered through professional counselling and, in case if one be devoid of monetary resources, sage advise.

Have you ever had to experience a situation wherein you felt deep hurt for the person humiliated and linked emotionally to you? Has it ever culminated in a rising dilemma as to how to react in the given circumstances? Whether to give him/her a crying shoulder or whether to ignore his plight? Whether to stand by him in his times of distress or whether to give him the cold shoulder? Whether to retort to the enemy on his behalf or whether to suffer alongside him in silence?

People Around Us: Wonder Women

Sometimes we get so involved in thinking about ourselves that we lose sight of the people around us. It's always "I,I" or "me, myself". It is needless to say that human being is a creature of self-interest. But for how long can we continue to look at things from our own perspective? Isn't it silly to keep harping about oneself or to blow one's own trumpet? Doesn't it expose the most fundamental of all human weaknesses: self-centredness?

I believe we are living in an age of competitiveness. This has further led to and fuelled the growth of towering egoes. I hate to say this but this is a fact. In pre-industrialised societies or in the farming communities life would have been much simpler and hence happier. I mention happiness because people would have been devoid of any hefty egoes or self-consuming pride in one's achievements. For it's the simple duty of the farmer to till the field by the day and to sit by the bonfire in the night. Things don't get more complex than that.

It should be beneficial to take a look around and subsequently appreciate all those linked together with you, directly or indirectly. You could take the fine example of your mother. In Eastern Societies Mothers are respected for what they are. They are looked upon as models of sacrifice. As deities who work selflessly for others and wish for nothing in return.

It is in consequence of Motherhood India that every teenager seems to be enjoying the spoils. The Mothers in the East are sometimes humorously also referred to as 'domestic engineers'. It's a befitting title to all married women espescially mothers who must take care after the entire household. It's no mean task to manage a household as this may require as pre-requisite the presence of multiple skills , which may include, to name a few, the accomplishment of certain tasks in a time-bound manner, the disciplinary steps to be taken in event that a disruption should take place and last, but certainly not the least, haggling over even a few rupees amount with the vegetable vendor!

The Nature of Injustice

Anger can sometimes take deep roots in one's personality. It could be due to the injustices dealt to one. It could be due to unfair means and practices seen by one. But one should realize that's how the world functions: in an unjust way. Eventhough with the progress of human society, we still haven't come close to realizing the idea of full justice.

People can be seen dealing in an unfair and unjust manner. The legal institutions of social justice that we have created can only so much as cover up for the widely prevailing injustices.

Injustice and unfair treatment perpetuate themselves at every level of the social stata. Though their forms and manifestations maybe difficult to decipher at first, they are often known to be carried out in a highly oblique way. This ensures impunity for the perpetrator of the crime and his running away scot-free.

Injustices are injustices. One cannot just turn a blind eye to them. Nor can one simply flee or wish them away. Injustices must be followed up with stern actions and stiff measures. If one is to get rid of them.

To eliminate injustice may take its own time. But to set the boll rolling may not. Examples can be created by showing to others how crime may not go unpunished or unrevenged. Certain cases maybe presented to the public at large, for eg., as to how Mr. muscle was brought behind the bars. This maybe necessary because nowadays a perception that's gaining considerable ground is that the high and the mighty are a cut above law. To retsore public faith in the judiciary may take its own course, but the long and arduous journey may go well in fruition for many a men.

form frenzy

A frenzy forms itself when it comes to the submission of forms itself. I have been caught up in this tearing hurry where i'll have to purchase forms , fill 'em up, and then send them to their destination. it might not seem a giant task at all, but the truth dawns on 'he who doeth the task'.
It's always very confusing and distressing with these 'menial' tasks, although no one doing it would ever dare say 'menial'. The very sight of application forms( and too many of them)begins to weigh upon your mind. you carry them like a constant wieght in your head.
The nerves only smoothen once you are done dispatching with the forms.
The same happened with me today. When I dropped my application form into the box, i knew the burden was gone for good. it resulted in a very soothing sensation which started in my mind and spread ultimately till the tips of my nerves.
I must add here that i am uptil my neck in my preparation for post graduate exams, as also applying for them. The period is of a testing nature. Your nerves are racked, your mind's in a puddle and you definitely don't even need a clue.
Life's a never-ending frenzy. Everyone must go through it and all by himself. Life's also all about a test of nerves, and whether they be made of steel or something easily pliable.
Coping with life is the name of the game. The sooner u learn it the smoother u play it.
And blogging is just an electronic extension of us into the cyber world.

That Hideous Laughter

It's not everyday that you get to hear it. There are occasions when you might get an earful of them.
I don't know if feminists should read any further but admit it or not girls do share the general tendency to laught it out in a destructive manner. One should be careful when picking on them. Even though those girls(note: I am not referring to all of womankind) could be measuring only a faintly visible blip on an intellectual man's radar, I can surely vouch for there towering egoes.
It cannot be said even if they remain alive to their conscience, but their souls are already so decaying dead you can't even sniff a scent of morality in them.
Girls are naturally endowed with sharp shrilled laughter in addition to their high-pitched voice. This they can effectively use in launching an audible assault besides demoralising yourself.
Can anyone save me from these damned damsels of distress.

P.s. Oh Girls.

Voices in Your Head

Sounds funny, but there are immutable voices in your head which you can't simply ignore. Try to avoid them and they start to result in an unintelligible cacophony.
Our mind is a complex organ. It is difficult to say if it exists solely to assist us in our purposes or to deviate us all the same. There have been innumerable cases of suicide where the deceased have confessed to living in a tormented state of mind before subsequently putting their lives to an end.
It's possible then, and as can be inferred from the example above, that the human mind can sometimes put itself to opposite ends. There's no telling when the mind could start its spiral journey downwards. But most people would tell you that this is only possible under special circumstances( read:adverse conditions).
When you are up against the world in your fight against oppression, suppression or depression as that might be, chances are that you may just suffer some hefty blows in reprehensible return. But even if that's not enough to misshape your willpower, then you may as well undergo some more kicks and boxes. This will surely have you sulking in a corner.
I am not ruling out any possibilty of taking on the world, but a careful analysis should reveal that the idea of launching attacks into the world is not only foolish but also far-fetched. The world is too twisted and turned for any of your so-called smart manoeuvres.
Post Script: Just Fuckin' bear with it. And don't just listen to that tiny voice in your head no matter how much it may bug you.

Mother Sweet Mother

This is an ode to my mother, and to everyone's mother that there is.
To begin with, I am so indebted to her, I simply do not know from where to make a start.
Readers having a similar affection for their mothers will understand the sort of dilemma I must be passing through.
It gives me immense joy and satisfaction to speak of my mother as one of the finest mummies in the world.
She comes from the rural side. Her countryside antecedents lend her a humble touch of simplicty. Her maternal nature is further characterised by an eternal cheer and a radiant observable glow on her satin-pink cheeks.
Our mothers here in India care excessively for us. They literally haunt us with their love and affection. It's only us the rascals who are never able to repay all or any of that either in cash or in kind. This is the nature of maternal love that is showered upon us.
It's a shame then we aren't able to properly look after them in their old age, when it is time for us to reciprocate.
Education and progress should never become alienating factors distancing us from them. Rather they should enable us to foster respect for our beloved ones in particular and mankind in general.

It's Time For....

HOWLING. How else can one explain the world.

It's so harsh, so cruel, it could rip your pyjamas apart, and then begin a strip search in your private hole(read:asshole).

It's been quite some time in this world and boy is this an experience.

I was standing in this class one day to answer our teacher's question, I might have given a blooper of a reply when all of a sudden the class broke out into guffaws of deliberated laughter.

The incident pinched me to the soul. Never mind that I was laughed at by a bunch of losers who never quite deserve a praise themselves.

I seek revenge to this day.

Nothingness

I know it ain't a very fruitful thing to let the world know that you are doing, well, nothing. It so happens that we get up in the morning, we have a whole day ahead of us, and slowly and gradually as time passes it dawns on us that it's dusk already. I know it ain't very chirpy or cheerful of me to say like that. But then that's the nature of time. It slips through your hand like sand, even as you helplessly notice it.

It cannot be a very sunny scenario when the whole day has been spent idling away. I wonder what happens to those who simply flow away on the stream of time. well i guess it's unhappy snorkelling for me!!

The Second Step

My next tiny step into the world of blogging has been sans much encouragement. Nevertheless, my fingertips shall never cease their typing away on the keyboard.
Imagine what it is to feel to let your father know that you are operating a blog. It virtually smothers your freedom to fully express. Your anonymity on net is now beknown to your dad. I know that my anonymity on net is now seriously affected. It's a thing with the elders and grownups alike that they do not seem to appreciate much someone's concern of his/her privacy. It so happens that each time I intend to chat up with my friends on the telephone or otherwise in the street below my house I always get the uneasy feeling that I am being 'watched' by someone.
I do not understand why such widespread disrespect prevails over matters of privacy pertaining to someone. But, rest assured, this blog is definitely under glare, from 'someone'.

The beginning

My big hello to all. Since this happens to be my first blog I will just make an easy start.
My mind's still in a fuss as i write this. All but one thing is amply clear. There will be a lot of ANGST thrown in.
Not at you, or me, but at the world's that creating it. So here's a skeptic already throwing the gauntlet to the world.
And my, that's a mighty task. Not exactly accustomed to such momentous occasions, I might as well keep some glory aside, and, in the meantime, busy myself as a newly-appointed blogger!!!