Like some of my not-so-fortunate friends, and most certainly unfortunate me, Nikhil had a tough time in during the short trip in Chennai. He has chosen to relate his trauma here. Please don't ask me why he chose to call Chennai "Samsland". I have no idea.
I shall soon write down, probably in great detail of the numerous adventures and misadventures that happened with and to me in the Box-Spiral City..(see their script that stares you in the face everywhere). But two things: like Nikhil has wisely said, his post is a comic satire and not meant to provoke anyone - (for that matter local script will stare you in the face till you train your mind to read it.. what else can the poor script do?), and Chennai is a beautiful city with its unique features like any other city almost anywhere, which is soaked in the richness of culture as its Nai dosa is soaked in Ghee!
Showing posts with label India.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label India.. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Emerging India.
I am responding to Suvro Sir's call for debate on this topic. Last time I read the post, I made a great mistake - of clicking on the links mentioned as precedents. Human mind keeps on wavering, I kept reflecting on the ideas mentioned therein so much so that I had exhausted my "blogging break". But every cloud has a silver lining; I think I have better clarity on the topic because I have thought about diverse opinions that have already come in.
Forget the jig-saw puzzle of politics, the stampede for an engineering seat, the ever speeding race for relative advantage, the rotting values, increasing crimes, hatred, tension, pollution...................SILENCE!
STOP........REWIND>>>>>>>> RETAKE.
I want to live in an India where I am I. Where my body finds a home, my mind finds peace and my soul finds expression. Just that, nothing more. Let me explain.
I wish to live in India - where my body finds a home.
I was brought up in Durgapur and all throughout I have lived in R-II/44, Housing Colony. On numerous occasions my parents have contemplated a change in location but have been dissuaded from doing so possibly due to my strong attachment and love for my home. I just want my India to provide the facilities that R-II/44 could!
My home provided us with the basic need of shelter and protection from various natural disasters and more often from unfavorable weather conditions. But more importantly, I could invite my friends over for a cup of coffee or a game of chess without fear or without permission. Sadly being an Indian, I can not invite a Pakistani to tea without inviting unwanted attention. Suvro Sir talks about how his daughter brought an infant puppy home. In my childhood I remember bringing home puppies and kittens. Though the kittens often stole milk from the kitchen and ran away, I could still unabashedly bring more in. Sadly India today warns the Dalai Lama and keeps his activities under surveillance, cannot protect the basic right to free expression of thought of Bangladeshi writer Taslima Nasreen and frustrates MF Hussain to surrender Indian citizenship. On the other hand in R-II/44, all this was possible because my home was strong and my parents were almost angels exhibiting to me the highest standards of humanity. I wish I could have the privilege of living in an India that is strong inside but humble outside, is strict like a father and enforces discipline but loves and cares like a mother who is ready to forgive when it is necessary. I wish to see an India that adheres to the saying: "athithi devobhava" and treats all that seek refuge equally and without fear or prejudice.
Where my mind finds peace:
Such is the enormous impact of the green bills that it had become the fulcrum of all human activity. I am just doing my Masters in Business Administration but even at this level I can see numerous of my classmates doing things that cannot be associated with them or their. Our purchases now a days are biased by innumerable advertisements that boldly and repeatedly scream out lies. Our opinions are played upon by the press that cannot be relied on any longer. Our living style influenced by ridiculous diktats from people who have been repeatedly victims (and in some cases intentional propagators) of "wardrobe malfunctions".
To keep the mind stable amidst all this clutter, people need "gurus" and "Babas". No wonder that Sri Ravishankarji's The Art of Living is such a big hit with the average Indian.
In spite of constitutionally being declared a secular country we have dual principles where one of our central ruling alliances is known to be communal in nature. One scion of the Gandhi family - Varun Gandhi, goes to jail his remarks against the Muslims, while Gandhi himself spent the last few days of his life advocating unity.
Our mind is full of news - corruption, bribery, scams, politics, currency garlands, Oscar, movies, affairs, Page 3,.........where is the mental space to think about proper ideas, poetry, scientific innovations or even mere observation? So much so today THOUGHT itself is missing. We choose to be listeners and then without thinking or further research on the subject amateur talk.
Chatter.. patter.. blah ..blah.. did you know Mrs. Chopra..?..he is like that.... Sonia eats pork and beef.........plastics are bad for health.. no no who said...@#$%(*@##......
SILENCE.
I NEED an INDIA where the mind will be at peace.
Soul finds expression:
.... I don't have words to explain this part. The day my soul finds expression, is when I can air my views without fear, and without bias of any sort. That I can do when my body is protected and my mind at peace. Only then TRUTH will pluck the strings of my soul and compose the melody of Love. I shall wait for that day.
Or will it be in vain?
Forget the jig-saw puzzle of politics, the stampede for an engineering seat, the ever speeding race for relative advantage, the rotting values, increasing crimes, hatred, tension, pollution...................SILENCE!
STOP........REWIND>>>>>>>> RETAKE.
I want to live in an India where I am I. Where my body finds a home, my mind finds peace and my soul finds expression. Just that, nothing more. Let me explain.
I wish to live in India - where my body finds a home.
I was brought up in Durgapur and all throughout I have lived in R-II/44, Housing Colony. On numerous occasions my parents have contemplated a change in location but have been dissuaded from doing so possibly due to my strong attachment and love for my home. I just want my India to provide the facilities that R-II/44 could!
My home provided us with the basic need of shelter and protection from various natural disasters and more often from unfavorable weather conditions. But more importantly, I could invite my friends over for a cup of coffee or a game of chess without fear or without permission. Sadly being an Indian, I can not invite a Pakistani to tea without inviting unwanted attention. Suvro Sir talks about how his daughter brought an infant puppy home. In my childhood I remember bringing home puppies and kittens. Though the kittens often stole milk from the kitchen and ran away, I could still unabashedly bring more in. Sadly India today warns the Dalai Lama and keeps his activities under surveillance, cannot protect the basic right to free expression of thought of Bangladeshi writer Taslima Nasreen and frustrates MF Hussain to surrender Indian citizenship. On the other hand in R-II/44, all this was possible because my home was strong and my parents were almost angels exhibiting to me the highest standards of humanity. I wish I could have the privilege of living in an India that is strong inside but humble outside, is strict like a father and enforces discipline but loves and cares like a mother who is ready to forgive when it is necessary. I wish to see an India that adheres to the saying: "athithi devobhava" and treats all that seek refuge equally and without fear or prejudice.
Where my mind finds peace:
Such is the enormous impact of the green bills that it had become the fulcrum of all human activity. I am just doing my Masters in Business Administration but even at this level I can see numerous of my classmates doing things that cannot be associated with them or their. Our purchases now a days are biased by innumerable advertisements that boldly and repeatedly scream out lies. Our opinions are played upon by the press that cannot be relied on any longer. Our living style influenced by ridiculous diktats from people who have been repeatedly victims (and in some cases intentional propagators) of "wardrobe malfunctions".
To keep the mind stable amidst all this clutter, people need "gurus" and "Babas". No wonder that Sri Ravishankarji's The Art of Living is such a big hit with the average Indian.
In spite of constitutionally being declared a secular country we have dual principles where one of our central ruling alliances is known to be communal in nature. One scion of the Gandhi family - Varun Gandhi, goes to jail his remarks against the Muslims, while Gandhi himself spent the last few days of his life advocating unity.
Our mind is full of news - corruption, bribery, scams, politics, currency garlands, Oscar, movies, affairs, Page 3,.........where is the mental space to think about proper ideas, poetry, scientific innovations or even mere observation? So much so today THOUGHT itself is missing. We choose to be listeners and then without thinking or further research on the subject amateur talk.
Chatter.. patter.. blah ..blah.. did you know Mrs. Chopra..?..he is like that.... Sonia eats pork and beef.........plastics are bad for health.. no no who said...@#$%(*@##......
SILENCE.
I NEED an INDIA where the mind will be at peace.
Soul finds expression:
.... I don't have words to explain this part. The day my soul finds expression, is when I can air my views without fear, and without bias of any sort. That I can do when my body is protected and my mind at peace. Only then TRUTH will pluck the strings of my soul and compose the melody of Love. I shall wait for that day.
Or will it be in vain?
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