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The End
This would be my last one here.
Or the second last, technically. I would like to snap all ties with my beloved
blog. For reasons more than one. Stealthily shall I bypass them. For me, this
blog has been a forum for confessions slightly hidden away from the regular eyes
hovering on popular podia like Facebook. Like books are to be kept in a shelf
different from medals, ideas and thoughts of different shapes and sizes have
their own place. This blog has been a source of immense joy for me ever since
its inception, two years back. Probably two autumns is too short a life for any
blog. But as theists would agree, the creator has authority to end one’s creations.
If I ever feel like, I could give it fresh life, which at present I intend not
to.
The purpose of a blog, as I discovered, could be manifold-
but never the same as maintaining a diary. A blog need not be a
chronological account of events. Instead, it could, as in my case, be back-and-forth
trips down some cherished memory-lanes or dark alleys. Sparks from the past and
speculations about the future merged into the present as my keyboard in close
association with my fingers gave expression to the blood gushing between the
heart and the brain. I tried not to “publicize” my blog as far as possible but
I confess that the visitor meter ticking away faster than I would expect charged
me with a “feel-good” factor and spurred me to my next post. I really do
not know how people from Philippines or Madagascar or Turkey ended up visiting my
page. I do not even know if this information is accurate. Still, blogger
managed to keep me happy with these little rewards. Comments from random strangers and friends who
I thought stopped reading my posts (to keep up with their busy schedule or in
protest against my compromise of quality of posts in favor of quantity) cheered
me up in the gloomiest of times. Thank You for all these.
Well, the blog had its “other” advantages. Like being member
of popular blogger networks such as the Indiblogger
and thereby being part of its very interesting meets where besides getting to
know other bloggers, one has the privilege of having a sumptuous dinner or high
tea at a posh Delhi hotel where otherwise one’s entry, as in my case on account
of my tattered countenance, would have been prohibited! Add to that, this blog
fetched me an award (hotel coupons and in turn a trip to Agra!) which I would relish for quite some time.
It is never easy to desert something which you’ve nurtured
with such care. But “time” dictates me
to take a prudent call on this. The memories attached with this blog better be
interred right here (I can only hope) as I prepare to steer my life to a road probably remarkably different from the one I traversed so far. For those who
want to come with me to the next ride, hopefully you’ll be less disappointed
since I plan not to compromise on quality ever again. As I contemplate on how
best I could transit my blog to a different place with a different name, which
is to be announced shortly, I take your leave.
Thanks for following, reading, commenting, sharing,
bookmarking, admiring and believing!
Towards Light
Panting haplessly inside a
dark tunnel,
A boy in shorts wants to
make it to the end
Before the punctual rail
engine breathes out fire,
Crushes him to his pyre.
Is it the star, down at
evening,
Generous and timid- its
red laser
Or the butcher train and
its burning yellow?
Frightened, he runs for
life towards the light-
For he was told light was
knowledge.
The science of
probability, common sense-
All pointed to the exit,
The exit welcoming- either
honest or satanic;
He'd never know which one,
Unless he reached there.
For education is important...
For education is important,
It is with pride I have received
them,
Advantaged at birth, inequity's
the game;
Sailing across for a place in
the hall of fame,
Literacy for many or varsity for
a few-
Who is to blame?
For education is important,
Plush jobs that follow, albeit
dull, chased us;
All busy to board the already
crowded bus,
Shoving the elderly co-passenger
to win a better seat,
To disembark at the next stop-
To tell the world of our feat.
For education is important,
It was prudent to have a working
filter,
That'd shun the waste and out of
the gutter,
They're convinced that was
better for the greater-
For they never thought that the
best would someday
Join hands to write a letter-
“For education is important,
We lions saved it for us, let
the cows munch on grass,
Extracted the gold, left the
brass,
You might call us crass, we'll
let those comments pass-
We built hospitals, invited
patients over,
Without employing a nurse!”
Belief
The
prayers had long receded
Into
foul alleys of Oblivion or Karma's bliss,
Half-shut
eyes, unprejudiced,
That
demanded evidence of His,
Inquiring
of the boy- deceased.
The
white cloaked priest, the saffron saint
All
resigned to 'Thee',
Your
wishes, your want- they chant-
Tell
'em to open their eyes and see,
Breathe
the air of logic and not lament.
Some
complained it was his past life,
Others
spoke of his parents' misdeeds;
How
would I influence my fortune,
One
that would be reaped by others' seeds?
Would
I choose to work
If
it were to be evaluated not any soon?
Prayers,
albeit fewer, have golds flourishing,
The
stakes are high, hopes diminishing;
You
gotta respond before it's late,
Before
they stop invoking your name.
Crimes, Protests and Solutions
It
is perhaps impossible to shut one's ears to the public protests going on all over India, and Delhi in particular, in response to the
medieval act of brutality meted out to a young lady and her friend.
Impossible, unless you are the Prime Minister of this country, or so
say some. I would rather say that the Home Minister and his likes
have been responsive to the situation in all the wrong ways;
unresponsiveness probably would have served somewhat a better
purpose. (The last statement was made out of an inherent respect for
Dr. Singh's above-the-average academic achievements and not for his
failure as the leader of world's greatest democracy.)
I
am not here to discuss what the Government should or shouldn't have
done. Having studied in a public university, I am well aware of how
government officials are expected to react in such turbulent times
that hurt their slumber; as a rule of thumb, this is what they do:
buy time! This is not difficult to see given that the mass suffers
from 'short-term' memory. We've seen that in recent cases of protest
against corruption and in the past, during protest against
reservations. The current rage is all-pervading, except that it is
likely to die down very soon, that the media now already has other
breaking news such as Sachin's retirement from one-day cricket or
more ridiculously, the success of Dabangg-2. This is not
surprising, especially because the ones protesting are driven more by
passion and less by thoughts. Let us assume the ideal situation where
as a result of the huge participation in the nationwide protests, the
case is fast-tracked and all the accused are sentenced to death. The
country will rejoice, come down to streets and the media will be
somewhat relieved at not having to figure out what would feature on
their cover page that particular day. What would hurt me most is that
my Facebook news feeds would be flooded by the same status updates, slightly
varying in some cases, some teary-eyed, others full of pride. Case
closed- until the modesty of another woman is outraged the very next
night.
Some
people complain that the Government has been too complacent about the
way it carries out its duties, others say that the policemen are
worthless pot-belly haggards, good only at accepting bribes. True, to
a large extent. But I still fail to understand how an efficient
policeman would have been able to prevent the crime in this country
of ours. How would a policeman know what's going on inside a moving
bus? Does one realize how many cops are required to keep a firm vigil
on all vehicles- public and private- moving across just Delhi, with
so few security cameras at our disposal? One might call the
Government's failure to install security cameras a total
disappointment. But unlike popular road-signs “accident-prone
area”, one does not expect anything called a “rape-prone area”;
atrocities such as these could occur in the remotest corner of
Rajasthan to the posh locale of Mumbai. Does a government go about
installing CCTVs everywhere? Even with an incorruptible system and
higher taxes deducted from your salary (which again has the potential
to start a fresh round of protest!), this would still not be
feasible.
As
has been oft said, punishing the criminal serves no purpose unless
you look carefully where exactly are things going wrong. When people
say “hanging” the criminal would deter others from doing the same
crime again, think again. I can readily provide the example of
Dhananjoy who was hanged for the same crime, after his mercy plea was
rejected by the then President of India, Dr. Kalam. Probably it
'brought justice to the girl' and her family, as they were quoted to
have said. But justice wasn't brought to the millions of women who
come so close to have escaped a similar fate as that girl, every day.
Most readers would by now be thinking that I am here to discuss that
there's no solution to this problem. Well, there is.
Investigate further. How does one decide whether or not to
commit a particular crime at any give moment? Since I am neither a
criminal myself (really, believe me or not) nor a Sigmund Freud, my
vision is limited. But from what I understand, there has to be some
spur- a catalyst- some lightning-fast life-altering decision driven
by an unsettled mind, wanting to break free of certain customs
fettered by one's upbringing. What they lack at that moment is
perhaps control of the self.
Education,
I would argue, largely takes care of this problem, except in certain
physiological cases. By education, I don't mean literacy. Literacy
certainly forms the big chunk in education and could help curb these
crimes to half the current number. I cannot but agree with Shashi
Tharoor when he points out that if there has to be one solution to
all the problems in this society, it must be: Educate the girl child.
By educating the girl, we are educating not one person, but a family.
An educated mother would mean informed decisions, better
family-planning and broader outlook that would disseminate to her
children (both male and female). Educated families would mean an
educated society. An educated society would mean greater respect for
women and reduced crimes- not just against women. It would also mean
not accepting dowries which, as one of my seniors rightly pointed out
on Facebook, originates from the same misfortune (or so shall we say)
of considering women as “objects”. It is thus no surprise, as
Amartya Sen argues, that the states of Kerala and the North-eastern
states, which have an above-the-Indian-average literacy rate,
registers extremely few cases of crime against women while states
such as Uttar Pradesh presents horrific statistics. An interesting
point to note here is that abundance of wealth has no role to play in
this context. An opulent state like Punjab or Delhi could be put to
shame by the poverty-stricken Nagaland, if their statistics of crimes
against women were to be compared. While there is no comparison as to
which states are better and which are not, there certainly are
lessons that the rest of the country can learn from the so-called
disadvantaged states; they deserve utmost respect and applause,
simply because they need not drive Audis to learn and respect the
basic principles of living in a human(e) society.
Reward
Fate that resigned to
faith,
While overcoming both
sloth and mirth,
Birds that guide me
to silent hills,
And bards goad me for a thousand drills,
Prepares me for the
uniqueness
In acceptance and in rejection-
Immensely gratifying,
For I don’t have to
ask for rewards,
Which are preserved
in a covert safe,
Securely hidden from
the searching eyes,
Just for me, at the
end of the weather
I embark to brave.
Parenting
Over the last
two years of my stay in the Delhi-NCR region, I have, along with my friends
from my native state, been overwhelmed by the differences in culture that exist
between the two regions. The difference is sometimes surprising and at other
times shocking. One of the many conflicts that succeeded in evoking “shock” in
me is definitely ‘parenting’. Although I have literally no access to any of the
households in my current neighborhood, the observations on the road or the
playground, to an extent, enable me to sum up the attitude of the young parents
of this generation.
Every evening,
when I return from office, I see parents- the father and/or the mother (in most
case, a mother) - pushing their children around in a perambulator. Certainly, while
the gentle breeze in the evening is the closest today’s children get to, to be
part of Nature and the temperature at dusk might just be conducive to the
baby’s health, there is something else that worries me. Consider a couple of
scenes from my daily observation:
1.
The mother chats with her friend over the mobile-phone,
while driving the carriage around. She is not to be blamed because pushing a
carriage around for an hour or a half isn’t the most interesting job in the
world; ennui drives her to play with the keys of her smart-phone. She might as well stop to talk to a neighbor
physically- a welcome break in the baby-carriage marathon!
2.
The lady is lucky to have her husband with her, while
pushing the child around; so, she has someone to talk to by her side. The
couple enjoys a nice evening-walk, while also taking care of the ever-widening
waist size. Dual purpose served! Other purposes might also include buying
grocery.
Now, in each of
the above scenarios, I haven’t talked about the baby- who should have been our
prime focus. What does the little thing do all this time? Doesn’t it get bored?
Does it “learn” all this while? Does it ‘evolve’? How does it react to the
external world i.e. outside of his/her family?
I get a feeling
that these are not important questions for the young parents of today. Educated
that they are, MS-Excel troubleshooting allures them more.
Recently, I saw
a couple traveling in a rickshaw (i.e. a tricycle). For those who don’t know,
rickshaws here have a front seat that accommodates two people and faces in the
direction of travel; there is another seat at the back which faces the opposite
direction. The couple I am referring to was sitting on the front seat and the
child was made to sit at the back, which essentially means that the couple was
sitting with their backs facing the back of the child. The kid was definitely not
more than four years old. The father was holding his son with one hand; all the
while busy gossiping with his wife as the child precariously held a rod to
support him, while questioning my gaze!
If I compare
the situation with the kind of parenting I have received or observed in the
area I come from, the difference is a wide gulf. A pram is something I rarely see
there, one of the many things I don’t miss. The advantage of living in a simple
middle-class neighborhood is that mothers do not need to worry about spoiling
the paint on the face and can keep their babies close to the bosom. That way, I
believe, albeit not supported by any scientific study, babies feel safe and
comfy. And comfort partly is a result of this safety. After all, you won’t feel
comfortable sitting in a BMW, with a gun held against your head!
Moreover, the
child learns from it being in the parent’s arms more than it would in a lonely
well-decorated carriage. This is precisely because it can now observe more
closely with its cute little eyes, try to comprehend the way parents talk,
react to a situation or laugh at a joke. Certainly, the baby might not be cognizant
of all these aspects and emotions, but unconsciously acquires ‘experiences’ from
the world, continuously adding to its kitty bricks that are vital to the
building of a human being. The kind of perambulators used here prevents
eye-contact between the child and the parent for most of the time. The touch of
a parent’s skin is always the most assuring one; they constantly nourish me
with courage and confidence and propel me to strive to reach the zenith to this
day. Surely the babies of today miss them!
The attachment between
parents and children is extremely important in deciding what the child grows to
be. To strengthen this bond, my view is: parents, especially mothers, should
care less often about whether the baby would wet the clothes or louse up her make-up;
instead she should pick the little-one up in her arms, throw it up in the air
and catch it back while it falls, to make it realize where refuge exactly resides.
Also, it’s always a better idea not to bore the child because it still can’t
indulge in philosophy; instead one should let him/her participate, laugh at the
innocent toothless giggles and respond to him/her. And although the parents
might be doing that at home, there’s no reason why they should behave
differently when outside!
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