Okay, its been quite some time that I have been watching these people, the protectors of our “religion”; our saviours; morality police! There are a number of such organizations and new ones keep popping left and right. Okay, I need not elaborate on the enormity of the events that have taken place. Everyone has their own opinions on this particular issue that is featured in the video. So, what next?
Whatever sena or organization they may come from, how prudent is it to let them have their way of “protesting” and “policing” ? Its not like they occasionally cross the line, they do it every time. When they do cross the line, all we do is vent our anger! Isnt there anything else that we can do? I do not intend to discuss how correct it is to go to pub. I have indeed made that survey and the results were a disappointment (to me atleast) anyways. So, what might be the solution to this? Isnt there anything that WE can do to tell these people that we do have our lives in control?
We can start a campaign to stop these “moral police” or atleast make sure that they stay within the constraints of the law that gives us more space. A unified voice that protests against the hooligans and those who break the code set by the law makers. But it cannot be another sena that has an uniform and short sighted leaders. It must be a more democratic and peaceful group that makes its decision based on many different POVs and then implement its decision with the same vigour. Its an idea, and I hope you see it as I do.
Point that needs to be noted is that this post is not based on the video included. There have been lot of such incedents that has prompted me to write this one. So, if you can think of anything else to add to this, please put it as a comment to this post.
Dated : 25/01/2009
Ok.. I just had to write this post. I am just outside the railway station in the train. Stranded by the looks of it. At this point of time, we are exactly 1 hour late. That is not the frustrating part though. The fact that we have become so used to the delay may be a tiny bit of the reason for my frustration. The main reason is that i am just outside the railway station. I mean, i could walk to the platform from here. And to add to all these things, there are “people” staring at me right now. Of course i am not looking at them, but i can tell that they are staring at me right now wondering who this guy is who is typing away into his phone standing by a seat.
I can see that people around me too are frustrated by the delay. But then, that may well be one of the reasons for their frustration. They too may have their now specific reasons to be upset about the situation at this point of time. Now the comments and snide remark have just started. That was predictable given the tension in the train. But then, not everyone is making such remarks either. I see two or so people trying to act calm and read newspaper. But i can see that they are not able to concentrate on anything..
Damn! I was having so much fun analysing the reactions of the people around me. The train just started to move again and i really have to get my luggage.
Oh wait, it stopped AGAIN!! now the phones have started ringing left and right. Dad called twice already. After the train stopped that is 😀 . Now people around me are discussing the plausible reasons for the delay. But then, they cant think of anything other than the one where they say that there is no clearance for the train to move ahead. The same was uttered by many in different languages.Repetition and agreements and shaking of heads with deeply unhappy and bored expressions on their faces.
Ah! well, finally train is moving and everyone is happy with wide grins on their faces. Anyways.. Time to go.. Bye
Dated : 24/01/2009
The day was not that great. Since the morning i had been going all around the town with my mom to run errands. Finally when we got back home it was 5 pm. I was in Hubli, my birth town. I had a cup of tea to get rid of my throbbing headache, i was still not relieved. Then i decided to go to ‘The Tank’
When i had stayed here in this little town, the tank had been my favourite hangout. We used to come cycling up the hill and then push the cycle when the road ended till we got to the tank. The tank was from where the entire town got water supply. It is at the top of one of the hills. I used to come here with friends to celebrate victory or to ease frustration when we lost any game. I used to go there to feel the cool breeze blow across my face when i stand on the tank on my toes; felt like I was flying. Lots of memories surround this place. The friends became best friends, and some even more. My first kiss, those trekking races and picnics, the view of the city, the beautiful sunset and the totally calm environment that smelled fresh and felt peaceful. This was a place where i used to sit and do all the thinking.
As i went there today, i had a hint of nostalgia and the headache was totally forgotten. The tank was there, the view of the city was there, the sun was indeed preparing to call it a day and go down below the horizon. But a lot had changed. It still did feel like i was flying when i stood in my favourite position. But, there were a lot of people now who were staring at me. Lot of building had sprung in the vicinity, uncomfortably close. So i just put my hands down and sit on the tank taking in the view of the city. The city now had more buildings and there were mobile towers all over it as if showing how the cellular system is realised. Then a group of four people came and sat on the other side of the tank making me even more uncomfortable. To top that, they started playing songs on their mobile phone. I just sat at the opposite edge watching the sun go down. After about half an hour, i jumped down and sat on a small rock. Then i realised that one of the guys had come down and was trying to get a good luck of my face… yes, WEIRD. It was not the original feeling, but i did feel familiar, like i belonged here, like i was alive again. Truly alive and breathing and feeling and smiling. There is no place i would want to be than here. Its my version of perfect with of course certain anomalies. But they make it even more beautiful. This post can go on forever covering a lot of stories, but i just dont want the nostalgia turning into nausea. So, that was how i spent 90 minutes of time that i got to myself. I spent it at my favourite spot in the whole world.
Yes, i miss The Tank
All the pictures were taken using my mobile phone.
The thing is that there is no one who understands the real meaning of the words. Those who do understand are not the ones that are always available. That is the worst part of the whole situation. Of course, knowing that there are no resources for your work is very different than the scenario that the resources are available but are not accessible. Thats frustrating and makes you want to scream.
Now one might wonder what could be even worse? Well, the case where the reason that you have no accessible resources is your OWN fault. A wrong move made by you has cost you so dearly. That is the worst situation according to me. But then, not everyone can understand this and hence the post is somewhat redundant. Since the world is all about redundant data, i think this post may not be of any significance in that domain. So, its perfectly OK to keep up with the work of filling the web space with redundant data anyways!!
Empty, betrayed and painful is all what is a broken heart. The pain is hard to imagine. You may just try to relate it to something and then decide the magnitude of it. No happiness or desire to do anything dominates you anymore. You feel like your heart is falling apart; the whole world is falling apart; or did the world ever really exist? The shocking revealation that you cant stop loving the one who broke your heart irritates you. You want to yell at them yet you wont, you cant! Its always the one you love the most that causes you the most pain. Yet, you keep wishing that things would get better. Everyone around you keeps saying it will be fine. But they dont know what it really feels like, they dont think the way you do. They are not the one in pain. They are different from you and your pain is alien to them. Yet you try to smile for them, so that they will feel good that you are not in pain. But, its not easy to pretend, you always return to your safe place to shed those tears that you keep holding back everytime they threaten to come out in front of others. But, when you are alone, you realise that your eyes are out of tears. Its just the blazing heart and burning eyes that makes you even more miserable as you dont know how to express your sorrow. Then you say that you will get over the heartbreak in no time. You promise yourself and try to put on a smile across your face. When you look at your reflection in the mirror you can see that your eyes dont reflect the emotion your lips show. But not many notice that, yet there are those colse who catch your little stunt and you wish that you hadnt told them anything. They start talking behind your back about the pain you are going through and when you walk into the “meeting”, they go silent and look at you with those “pity looks” that makes you even more miserable. You wish you had never told anyone about it and you wish you could wake up and realise that this was all just a dream. But, how can you you wake up when you wake up when you spend all night in the bed wide awake? You start wondering how much time its been since your heart was stabbed? Then you realise that time doesnt heal everything. But you hope and hope that this misery is over and yet it burns your heart as if this wound was given to you just a minute ago!
How does the person who BROKE the heart feels then?
Dated : 02/01/2009
It was the second day of the new year and I was travelling in a bus with my friend. He was complaing about all the walking I was making him do and finally we got a bus. there were no seats vacant and we both moved to the backside of the bus and I took my favourite position in the bus(Leaning with my back against a pole without holding anything else for support 😀 ). After two minutes into the ride, a middle aged lady who was sitting in the last but first seat stood up and asked me to sit in her place. I was taken by surprise; of all 5 the people standing in the vicinity, she chose me and I DO NOT know why! Then after denying two times and she insisting to sit, I took the seat thinking that she was going to get off at the next stop. Instead, she stood behind my seat for another 4 stops talking to another lady.
The reason that she had given me the seat became known to me as I payed attention to their conversation. I had my back to them and hence cant be absolutely sure, but I think the other lady who was sitting beind me asked her why she got up non-verbally. She replied, ‘guys always give us the seats at front, why shouldn’t we do the same?’ I was too embarassed to look back at her and my friend grinning in my face also didnt help either. Anyways, it was a great surprise to me that a lady would actually do that; especially in a feminist world. I was truly touched by this gesture but, before I could overcome my embarrassment, she was gone. Finally I met a person who so humble and not some kind of a celebrity. A common person who makes a difference in thier own, very small, yet significant way.
I couldnt have imagined a better way for my new year to have started even though I have to study when the year changed. Finally something to smile about
Happy new year to all 🙂