Thursday, August 14, 2014

15 August 2014

India on its 68th IDay seems to have involved us. By us, I mean the common people. It has become inclusive. It has become more democratic. Although the growth has been slow. Yet the graph indicates only an upward movement. People’s participation since the legendary IAC movement has increased only to facilitate further democracy. By democracy, I mean humanity.
There are examples replete. I use the simple ones here-

I as a girl, feel powerful. My mother as a woman feels powerful. We have come a long way from our illiteracy of the use of technology to using smart phones and exchanging videos . It is something that may appear so wasteful at the surface. In a way it is something that uplifts us from our temporary biological moments of hormones. Absence of which earlier resulted into scheming against other women or diving into our own unresponsive zones on account of dullness of mind. And thus, death every other day due to some choked up depression consuming us. And as I write this I laugh out at the madness. Yes, it was a happy moment for me to see my mom whatsapping or Facebooking. I want the child in her to play. For the two brilliant sisters and loving father that I have, my mother feels so empowered. And slowly so independent in so many ways! Well, it’s another fact that she has always been a very progressive lady. Her philosophy is what made me. I used to be anxious about how to channelize her positive energy. And then happened technology! Is not that a level of independence that the country achieved? Yes, certainly it is.

As a student I am empowered, I now use internet to gather information without having to worry how many holes, it would make in someone’s pocket. So much is free up there. As an artist of any sort, I feel I have the freedom to express. I do not have to wait to get rich. I do not have to wait to find a publisher. I do not have to queue up for being recognized. Blogging makes me independent of all those worries.
So many of us dived in the wave of elections. We could share our opinions on social networking sites. We could feel the pulse. The recent elections were such an encouraging development. We did get NOTA too. Delhi Lt. Governor has requested Delhi residents to show their happiness by participating in clean and green Delhi campaigns or by simply decorating balloons and flowers around our area. There are free DTC Buses running to Red Fort today. Democracy in every way is becoming so inclusive this Independence Day.

Although we as India are still in the transition and witness a lot of stasis, yet today is not a moment to brood too much. It’s a moment to celebrate first the many gifts of Independence. Not that I am pointing towards achche din in any way. Not that I would like to reduce the saga to the Bournvita impact of social media alone! The exponential boost in our salaries compared to the period of conservative economy, the freedom to study, travel and work in any part of the world, the freedom to contribute to our nation in any way we like and much more – all this is materializing at a decent pace. We should be proud and optimistic to this day, what do u say…

How many of us know about 51 A ?

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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

The Haves and Have-Nots

Standing outside in the balcony of this three floor apartment at Delhi, I enjoy a few moments of peace. I look at the moon and the sky. I then cannot avoid but look at the street below. It has people. I see people sleeping out in open on the porch of shops, their workplace. Workplace!
I would not like to imagine myself spending more than 10 hours of a slavish existence at one of those that made me feel so glut. I see them on all the nights I am sleepless. I try not to be noticed. Thanks to the height, one can barely recognize my silhouette. I do not want to disturb their privacy. Unfortunately the open street hardly allows them any. Yet, the night tries to come to their rescue but alas, only half successful! Such discoveries and moments fill me with awe for life.
Sometimes, I get a hateful feeling of vegetative growth of this city full of monstrous opportunity. Sometimes, it scares me that I could be there too. There are dogs everywhere. These mischievous stray dogs share the same space. I read story of dog bites in the morning. I guess the dogs in my street just are not the ones. They sleep so quiet next to these people.
Men wake up, pee on a grilled drain around them and then sleep again. I organize my plans of walking bare feet again when a heel broke and the other day, when I wanted to go to a place of worship. A few men return drunk. They meet their friends and crack jokes. Sometimes they just vomit around drains and go back to sleep somewhere I would not know. Just when the stars have clad the night sky enough, sometimes I see dogs making out and sometimes even a man making out with another man. I do not shut my eye anymore in horror. I have studied the debate over the last year. I have not found a solution to the question. However, I do know a few reasons and have now begun to lend some understanding. It’s like now part of this routine city life. I study in my mind, how they are homeless here. I study how they have same needs. But I also see how humble and innocent their sleep is. They sleep for roughly 5 hours and yet they get back to the work with same energy without complaining or perhaps without a choice to. About others, I would not know, but these workers at this street that I know sure have come to the city to make the most of it.
Evening on my way to park, I move past a government school. There I see a garbage corner which I often cross fast holding my breath to avoid the stench coming from the open unclean garbage trolleys. I see this old man keeping his items in one of them. Other days when I go for a run in the morning, I find him sleeping next to it. It fills me with awe. I sometimes hate myself. Other times, I feel inspired.
And I get back to my sabbatical through the day and through the night trying to figure out how can I justify this gap between the haves and the have-nots. This is when I have not either - delineated for myself as to who exactly I consider the haves and the have-nots.

How many of us read the Talisman ?

It's another thing that sound sleep is also a gift!

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