It is time..

Presidential elections in a country far away from our continent. Yet we are the ones who are the first probable candidates to be affected. It is because of this stereotypical attitude the common Indian is carrying-permanent dependency. The more we try to rely on outsourcing and plagiarised entertainment ideas, the more deeper in the whirlpool do we get stuck in.

It is time we open up to the world as originals. Start now. Believe in yourselves and your true instincts. We have intelligence and talents, but all used to duplicate or imitate inventions, lifestyles, ideas and stories from the western world. ....and to sell such duplicate maal, they rely on a grey market of their own kind, the one where money laundering is so rampant, that all the authorities are involved too. Where is our Integrity as a Society? arrree...tumhe 60-40 pata bhi hai kya?...abe tujhe kaala aur saphed maaaluum bhi hai kya? -Are these the questions we should even entertain? These were the same questions asked of me from a woman who is a high ranking employee of a bank the whole country's economics rely upon. aazkaal he asach jivaala bhaata barakaa....aho paisaa chaaraava lagto, nahitar kaama kashi honaar. This is common language amongst the general public. Where is your integrity and self-respect, not just as a human but as member of a society?

The most likely question at this age

Next in line? No
Found him?anyone? Nope
Left to the parents to pick him outta the crowd? What!!??? Is a man or a woman an object that can be chosen from a marketplace?????
Ready for marriage? Not yet.
when? I don't know
You are of marriagable age? Age doesn' t determine you can take responsibility of yourself, your man and your kids and your career all at the same time
You are deviating from our questions. Does that mean you've already found someone? Duh...are you nuts? I just tried to say I'm not ready for a family yet.
You know if you want we'll look for your man. You think that's easy. You don't know me well enough how in the Universe are you going to find him.
We're your friends aren't we, so we do know you. Explain to me why I hibernate, and I'll confess you know me 1%.
Are you being severe over a bad past? You can't change destiny you know. What happened just happened. ....yeah it happened because I was blind with eyes wide open!!
....and he didn't even love me...
You joker, just get over it!
Yeah. Like its just another piece of cake.
Don't worry darling. You're an idiot. We'll just find another idiot for ya.
Do we really want more idiots in this civilisation?I really really don't think so.
Honey, you need to get married someday.
Yeah. Don't worry I will.
...when we both decide the time is right. ...and grow our little idiots in this idiotic world...that doesn't care about Gamma ray bursts and the black [;)] dark hole in the center of our galaxy that might gobble us down anyway.
Hey I'm no idiot! I'm the fool!

It's the marriage season! Some marriages I could attend. Some I unfortunately missed out. Guys n Gals who were my best pals. Yes they found their respective spouses. So now the question of who's next has become irritatingly repetitive. I don't think the search for my man would be a short one. He's out there. But doesn't have a homing signal! haha
Sure he's unique. He's mine! Sure he's good. He's mine period
You ask where he is right now? You know what. We are enjoying single lives right now. No man wants a nagging wife stuck to him. No woman(these days) wants a dominating husband who is still the mommy's boy.
Duh...I'm still happily single!(psst...so is he! eheh-eheheh)

अन्नदाते आपले जपूया रे...

आम्ही गेलो होतो बघायला 'टीनग्या'.
थेअटरच्या बाहेर आल्यावर जरा 'mixed emotions' होते.
Suicides च्या बातम्या वाचल्यावर जीव नको नकोसेच व्हायचे. पण शेत्कर्यांचे जीवन कसे आहे हे बघायला सीनेमा बघू नए. प्रात्येकिष्क गावांमध्ये जाऊन घ्यावी.
'टीनग्या'ची कहाणी फारच हळू होती.
इतके हळूू आपण जगत नाही. लहान मूलं आपली emotions स्व्भावीक्पणे देतात. त्यांना ताणलं तर ते जरा artificial वाटायला लागतं.
मूळ उद्देश पुढे जरुर मांडू शकले director, पण कँमेराचा फोकस कुठे उडून गेला काय माहीती.
बर प्रत्येक पात्राच्या वेदना अत्यंत ताण्ल्या सारख्या वाट्ल्या.
असो, एकूण अर्थ कळाय्चा तो समजून घेणार्यान्नी समजून घेतला.
आपण्हून समजून घ्यावे आणी सीनेमा हॉल मधून नीघावे।
नवीन अभीनेते व दीगदर्शक असल्याचे ज़रा फारच जाणवते। Criticism च्या पलीकडे बघीतले तर याहून खूप मद्तीची गरज आहे शेत्क्र्यान्ना, हे लोकांनी जाणले तर बरे होय। हातावर हात ठेउन काही होत नाही.आपण सर्वांनी काही केले पाहिजे हेच खरे ...

'अन्नदाते आपले जपूया रे...'

पीक वाढवीतो, जाणून घे रे
अन्नदाता हाच तो रे
भारताचा मान हाच रे
भुकेने कासावीस त्याचीच पोरे

शेती हडपून ईमारती उभार्तोस कसा रे
स्वताहाच्याच मुलांना उद्याला तू
उपाशी सोडतोय्स रे
जमीन नाहीतर शेती कशी तू
सांग सम्जाउन आम्हाला रे

पीक वाढवीतो, जाणून घे रे
अन्नदाता हाच तो रे
भारताचा मान हाच रे
भुकेने कासावीस त्याचीच पोरे

पैश्याचा हव्यासी तूच तो रे
पृथ्वी बांधून नेऊ शक्शील का रे
नेशील तरी जाशील तू कुठे
येतील तुझी पापे तुझ्याच पाठोपाठी

पीक वाढवीतो, जाणून घे रे
अन्नदाता हाच तो रे
भारताचा मान हाच रे
भारताचा मान हाच रे


गुरमीत वीचार्शील कोण मी
एका अन्नदात्याचीच नात मी!

जुई

The Tempo Ride

It was a day as most days go.
...until Mom decided to hitch a ride on the tempo with our new wardrobe!

One of our bedrooms was our Storeroom. After three years of indecisive laziness in clearing up the extra furniture and other Stuff, I finally decided to turn it into a 'Room for Ideas and Peace'.Having wealthy ancestry can most oft be a boon, but when it comes to furniture, you always feel the lack of space to occupy it. It's usually more of a body, and less inside, like a hunky model with no grey-cells!(no offence beautiful boys!)

So there is more than enough furniture, but not much that is useful. We ended up with clothes, books and things kept in travel bags and boxes. That kind of became a habit after my stint in hp Bangalore. Living in bags, with bags...

Anyway, after rueing about wanting to clean-up but not really getting it done, on the evening of the day before we just went and bought that wardrobe, kept it in the living room.

Now the exciting part?...what happened in the time between the kharedi of the Wrobe. and its sitting in the living room.
While the transaction was being done, Mom suddenly decides to avoid all kinds of public transport(namely: (1)bus ride-quite easy on the pocket but you end up feeling like you've just been pickled in sweat and a variety of delightfully disgusting essence emanating off at least fifty other people, (2)auto-rickshaw-very breezy comfortable ride but quite a hole in the pocket and smoke in your lungs)

She chooses to ride in the tempo truck!
'Look there's enough space for the three of us-you, me and our wardrobe!'
I insist on the Rick.
'It'll be easy to tell the driver the road, than keep checking whether he's still following our Rickshaw.'
I suddenly realize, she's quite intent!
...and I give in...I just don't know how to say 'no', eh?
Fine. We ride in the back with our wardrobe.

We sat on a folded cardboard box, getting quite a roller coaster ride, what with the Pune roads!
One huge bump and hard breaking led to my temporary backrest turning into a terrible backstabber!Ouch. My spine was awfully shaken up.
and then I look out at the path we were leaving and there were the faces of amusement.
..while I held a look of slight embarrassment!
There was a long piece of cloth tied across the upper section of the wardrobe and tied up to one side of the truck, while we sat on the other side facing our new companion. Throughout from start to end, I was intimidated and humbled by the hugeness of the wardrobe, as I sat at its feet, having all sortsa paranoid ideas...what if the knot of the cloth comes of..what if the tempo tumbles...what if the driver breaks too hard and I just throw myself out of the back! etc etc etc..
Paranoia easily turns a woman to a stupid human!

Swaying, bumping, backstabbing jibes and stories from Mom of bullock cart school rides and truck rides on transferred postings, we reach home.

I tell you, one heck of a ride it was!
I enjoyed it thoroughly, with the amused faces and funny stares, with the bumps, with the paranoia...Yup. I did enjoy it!

anyone speaking of status quo or integrity? I ask those people to bugger off!
Bullock carts and horse-drawn carriages...hmmm...I'm already daydreaming of farms...
Are we short of oil?
...I ain't bothered.
I use my bicycle.
...and it needs only a pint of grease.

At the least one such traveling experience, and it changes you forever.
...and it was only one tempo ride...

The Plagiarism Plague

It has been known for ages, people steal ideas and concepts and call them their own. Where did the root-cause go. Down the drain???..no..nobody's bothered to look it sitting right beside them. The root-cause lies in people who don't believe in the fact that there is nothing that need be stolen, because there is nothing left of us after death. But what the surviving people do know about the identity of the individual that was you, would know you for what you did and the way you did it.

to be continued...