Here I am, on a journey on the expressway, giving words to my thoughts, to my feelings; something I've not done since I was in class VI. And my constant reference to class VI and way things were back then, is something you all need getting used to. Not only was that my favorite year but also the only time I actually felt I had achieved something: if not fame, notoriety :P
This is a bit new to me, so I feel at a loss for words. I wouldn't know too much about blogging. I was recently introduced to this trend by my younger sister who is an avid blogger, with fans all over the world. And with good reason. She's a prolific writer and has an amazing grasp on her ideas and use of words; she can clearly communicate the thoughts running through her pretty head, quite unlike me. It is exhausting to me to give form to my thoughts; unless they are plans of revenge.
So I will begin with myself and what I feel about the world. I ought to have arrived here a decade or two earlier. Don't get me wrong, I'm not out of sync with the modernities of this era, but, I do find it hard to keep up.
To me the world is a crazed place. Where people in the name of justice, hunt "corrupt policemen" down and kill them in cold blood in the most gruesome ways possible (unimaginable by the sane, unless they see the front pages of the daily newspapers to affirm their worst nightmares). "Corrupt policemen" is in quotes because it refers to the by-standing jawans, doctors and sweepers of the police station. Perhaps, because they're the easiest to get at?
And the erudite, including a Booker Prize recipient, a renowned film maker, social activists, students, lecturers, not to mention our enthusiastic politicians (ladies, playing a big part here, mind you- probably supporting the "woman's cause" * - I will get back to this later), are not only condoning these brutalities and acts of terror, but in fact encouraging them and justifying the wretchedness of it all.
Further, there are certain political parties (obviously in power thanks to people exercising the Universal adult franchise) which threaten nationalized banks to not hire people outside their state-proclaimed linguistic groups. Then there is another group of religious minorities who find it a great injustice to sing the national song in the language it was written, and prefer to sing it in their own tongue. Of course, one mustn't miss out on the turbulence in some of our wild, wild east states where martyrs are sacrificing their lives for the cause of independence! All this while some spend crores of rupees on making thought-provoking, original movies like Golmaal, Om Shanti Om, Heyy Babyy and Page 3, and get ample returns on them. This, in the world's largest "democracy".
People here are bound by an intricate web of rights and duties. Our cultural diversity, which each student in our country learns about, not only promotes tolerance but also instills patriotism. At least, it ought to. But the instances that I have stated in this post would illustrate a few things happening in my country that prove otherwise.
So there you have it. I'm all out of breath and need to go take a quick shower to chillaxxxx... lolzzz :D
This is a bit new to me, so I feel at a loss for words. I wouldn't know too much about blogging. I was recently introduced to this trend by my younger sister who is an avid blogger, with fans all over the world. And with good reason. She's a prolific writer and has an amazing grasp on her ideas and use of words; she can clearly communicate the thoughts running through her pretty head, quite unlike me. It is exhausting to me to give form to my thoughts; unless they are plans of revenge.
So I will begin with myself and what I feel about the world. I ought to have arrived here a decade or two earlier. Don't get me wrong, I'm not out of sync with the modernities of this era, but, I do find it hard to keep up.
To me the world is a crazed place. Where people in the name of justice, hunt "corrupt policemen" down and kill them in cold blood in the most gruesome ways possible (unimaginable by the sane, unless they see the front pages of the daily newspapers to affirm their worst nightmares). "Corrupt policemen" is in quotes because it refers to the by-standing jawans, doctors and sweepers of the police station. Perhaps, because they're the easiest to get at?
And the erudite, including a Booker Prize recipient, a renowned film maker, social activists, students, lecturers, not to mention our enthusiastic politicians (ladies, playing a big part here, mind you- probably supporting the "woman's cause" * - I will get back to this later), are not only condoning these brutalities and acts of terror, but in fact encouraging them and justifying the wretchedness of it all.
Further, there are certain political parties (obviously in power thanks to people exercising the Universal adult franchise) which threaten nationalized banks to not hire people outside their state-proclaimed linguistic groups. Then there is another group of religious minorities who find it a great injustice to sing the national song in the language it was written, and prefer to sing it in their own tongue. Of course, one mustn't miss out on the turbulence in some of our wild, wild east states where martyrs are sacrificing their lives for the cause of independence! All this while some spend crores of rupees on making thought-provoking, original movies like Golmaal, Om Shanti Om, Heyy Babyy and Page 3, and get ample returns on them. This, in the world's largest "democracy".
People here are bound by an intricate web of rights and duties. Our cultural diversity, which each student in our country learns about, not only promotes tolerance but also instills patriotism. At least, it ought to. But the instances that I have stated in this post would illustrate a few things happening in my country that prove otherwise.
So there you have it. I'm all out of breath and need to go take a quick shower to chillaxxxx... lolzzz :D
No comments:
Post a Comment