Ramblings with Reality

Let's talk about pawns, possibilities, desperation, rage and ultimately failure. Or rather let's go backwards.

Failure: The left hand folks and their cronies lost the 2014 General Elections due to charges of large-scale corruption, poor implementation of Centre-funded projects, widening rich-poor gap, etc.

Rage: They started talking about EVM tampering, the National Flower brigade "flirting" with the secular fabric of the country and all kinds of malicious rhetoric to belittle the Centre.

Desperation and Possibilities: Chhota Bheem travels the world to find his inner voice... only to burp occasionally. More vitriolic and stupid rhetoric here. Not to mention, instigating riots here and there, creating hollow scandals and then blame it on you know who! So many political conspiracies (recent cash crunch, for example) are brewing across the country to undermine the one person who's genuinely trying to make the country a better place, something the Gandhis and Nehrus ignored for decades.

Pawns: They die first on the battleground because they're expendable or stupid or both? They're being tricked! They're like the Third Reich Army soldiers who did not know what was right or wrong, only their Fuhrer's (a female Gandhi in this case) orders were paramount because they were trained to think that those were in their best interests. And the Fuhrer was not even German by birth (she's from fascist Mussolini's home turf)! During World War II the elites and the intellectuals of Italy and Germany supported Mussolini and Hitler. India's case is somewhat similar yet so much different; today the Hitlers and the Mussolinis are not in power.

God bless India. Jai Hind!

मशाल

तू जलती है

पर लौ नहीं

तू मशाल है

तू रूह को उज्ज्वलित करने वाली

एक दिव्यज्योति समान है।

अपनी क़ीमती आँसुओं की इस क़दर तौहीन न कर

याद रख कि

तू भड़कती आग है

भस्म कर दे उन पापियों को

किसी को तुझे बुझाने का कोई हक़ नहीं।

तू मशाल है

रौशन कर अपनी दुनिया को!

[Dedicated to someone who has been there through thick and thin and had sacrificed a lot all through her life.]

Some Observations

"How could you rise anew if you have become ashes?"

- Friedrich Nietzsche

There's nothing wrong in being needy or vulnerable. One needs a lot of strength to own up that feeling to someone else. The dilemma, the anticipation, the fear, the longing - what becomes of the needy human mind is nothing short of a glorified yet a gigantic mess of emotions.

People who have experienced insane amounts of pain tend to escape from it, whether it is right or wrong is another question. Some end their lives and some close their hearts for a very long time till they become tired of who they have become. Some engage themselves in various other things. Basically everyone gives in to the consequences.

And yet there are some who simply excel at what they do. Excellence and the yearn for perfection wash away the several effects of pain. But deep down scars remain. But the funny thing is at some point boredom and tiredness converge, and this paves the way for courage - the courage needed to accept one's own weaknesses and then move on.

In the end, the phoenix always rises.

"Utter conundrum!", he cried in disgust while looking at his face in his bathroom mirror. He was vexed, so profoundly that it was almost impossible to find a way through his labyrinthine web of thoughts mixed with strong feelings. He just could not deal with the fact that the person he loved was probably destined to lead a terrible life and he couldn't do anything about it. No, she was not his wife or girlfriend or sister or mother: she was the love of his life whom he wasn't meant to be with. It was like a tsunami of overwhelming feelings that flooded and rampaged his addled mind.

His wife hugged him and placed a peck on his cheek. Within split second, he woke up and hugged her tightly and said, "I'll always be with you no matter what". She said, "I know". It was 6:45 AM, time to get ready for work.

Ordo ab Chao

There are certain things in life that are perennial sources of befuddlement. For example, your naked childhood photos, demise of your first real relationship, guilt, regrets, et cetera, et cetera. The list is practically endless. "Good and bad are relative concepts", said some wise man/woman (pun not intended). Similarly, one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter. (Kashmir is not to be considered an example.)

It is easier to lose track of the topic in a pointless conversation than being fully engrossed in a logical one. The same thing happens when an avid reader reads pages after pages on Wikipedia. He/She (again pun not intended) started off with effects of global warming; a couple of hours later he/she (Do I need to write it all the time? Jeez!) is reading about the Bolshevik Revolution of 1917! It is also eerily similar to a relative whom you do not actually know comes out of the blue and exclaims, "Arre, beta, tu kitna bada ho gaya hai! Shaadi kab hai teri?" And I am like shouting at her in my mind whilst forcing a smile, "I'm friggin 26! And when the hell is your funeral?" There's absolutely no correlation whatsoever (when you look at it from my point of view).

What we experience today in our daily lives, what we see around us (if we really care to observe a bit) are far more than enough to addle a functional mind. Perhaps using the word addle is a gross understatement in itself. In other words, if you think that everything is OK, it means there's something definitely wrong with you. Some smartass once said that chaos is order yet undeciphered. In plain English, Tamil would sound gibberish to an Albanian (Albania is a country by the way). Perhaps I'm being too hopeful that there is a silver lining.

It is often said and widely believed that no fiction is truly fictitious. Meaning the author was able to reference the events he/she described in his/her junk with events that actually happened in real life. Such people are like the drivers of golf carts, you (= the golfer) do not know where he's (because golf cart drivers are generally men) taking you but you have this strong belief that he's leading you to the ball.

Need I say more?