3... 2... 1... Happy New Year!

As the ball is poised to drop at Times Square, it's about the time to bid adieu to yet another eventful year. It has been a roller-coaster ride (Thanks to all who made it so). 2011 holds a special place in my life. I did a lot of stuff that I never thought I could, I should or I would; loads of ups and downs, merriness and craziness, exploitation and exploration, pampering and hammering. And, after all this 'been there, done that' drama, here I am; all limbs intact – inexplicably, heart still pounding – sporadically, brain nerves still ticking – suspiciously. Thanks to the Holy Mother of all that is good and pure; I am still breathing. All in all, a helluva year, and as they say, "all's well that ends well"!

If there is ever to be a list of most haywire years of my life, 2011 would undoubtedly climb up to top the charts! It was filled with times of eccentricity, erraticness, emotions, euphoria, exuberance, extrospection, extrication, and etcetera. However, surviving the blows I mollycoddled myself with ecstatic moments. And I certainly believe that's all that matters in the end.

Thanks to Mother Nature and all those brainiacs who said, "365 days a year, that’s it. Shut it out!" Now it's time for a breather. Take a pit stop to refuel and rejuvenate. And step into a brand new, untainted, chaste year. I am glad to be on the verge of experiencing the warmth of 2012 sun under a clear blue sky. New Year Eve has always been an exciting moment for me, knowing that the New Year would bring me the most needed scope to screw it up big time!

You don't get to reborn – literally, but you always get a chance to relive. And that’s what the concept of New Year brings in; scope to make new mistakes and learn from them. Do what you haven't done before; face your fear, stand at the gun point, pee into the wind, blaze up the weed, huff the paint thinner, try and reach that dreaded extra mile, make some unrealistic resolution just to break them off at your will, love deeply, and kiss slowly.

All I am saying is make mistakes, but don’t be stupid enough not to learn from them. Die hard; take the mission deemed impossible; don’t be afraid of failures. And if the fear gets hold of you just ask yourself this question: Jyada se Jyada kya hoga!? And if you haven’t just died; picture abhi baaki hai mere dost!

Happy New Year! And remember; Prosperity is just a byproduct of an effort!

Go Nuts!

~Abbey

http://twitter.com/anupborkar (@anupborkar)

P.S.: Share your New Year resolutions if you will in the comments section.

The Child Is Father Of The Man!

Ever heard someone say, "Today's generation is far more advanced; they do this, they do that!"? And then they start comparing themselves with the newbies. I was wondering if this is actually some NEWS or just an old expression since Adam and Eve. My prefrontal Cortex tells me that nobody would have ever said that their decedents would be a bunch of morons (this is a generalized statement and should not be taken otherwise). I bet every generation grew up hearing that they were, in fact, the smartest of all that has walked upon this earth. They have the capability and courage to overrun whatever the previous generation’s laggards have left behind and render it kaput. What do you think the rational behind this behavior is?

The answer for this could be many folds, and just for the records, I am no Doctor or a Psychologist to pass upon my judgment with certainty. But as far as I could apprehend the situation it's the incubated aura that the incumbent generation carves out for next age group. We have everything modeled for us and what has not been done shall be done by some brainiest people of current generation. And this cycle would go on and on and on. There is nothing out of the blue here. This is what is expected. Isn’t this what the great Darwin said in his theory of evolution? Remember opposable thumb!?

I grew up in an era where computers were deemed as "fancy gadget" to be flaunted by Richie Rich people. Status quo: a child, from a middle class family would learn and type 'ASDF' before it learns to write 'ABCD'. It took ages for the likes of Da Vinci, Newton and Einstein to device some theories and formulae that we use so often to solve our problems ranging from finding a shortest past to our office to launching a stealth missile.

This universe is filled with mysteries and being the curious creature that we are we always strive hard to unravel it. We don’t like the enigmas to be lying around the table, unsolved, untouched upon. We have been handed over the knowledge torch, already lit up. What we need to do is to keep the flame alive and discover new arenas and avenues. We cannot and should not compare ourselves with people from different generation. That would be like comparing apples and oranges. So, would it be wrong and unfair to say that the next generation would be what we expect them to be and not the bunch of Michelangelos and Galileos?!



~Abbey
http://twitter.com/anupborkar (@anupborkar)

A Beautiful Mind!

What if I were to tell you that I am Opinionated? You would judge me. Some of you (let’s call it group Radical) would say that I am hard-hearted and obstinate. Some (group Casual) would say that I think clearly and have a strong opinion about things I talk about. And the remaining (group Whatever) would be indifferent. Now what if I were to change my stand and tell you that I don’t have an opinion about anything? Again you would judge me (that’s all what we do; Judge People). Only this time, it may so happen that you might have shifted from Radical to Casual or may be to Whatever group. And to be honest and truthful to you, there exists no science that would figure out which group would you be jumping off to. The reason being you have your own "opinion"!

Having an opinion is not a bad thing, but getting glued to one is. You read about something, you hear about it and then when you "think" that you have enough of information to form an opinion you go ahead and do it. We all do that, and there is nothing wrong with it. It’s good to have an opinion. Isn’t that’s what makes us human that we are?! Having an opinion is an integral part of our nature. Now here is the real test; what would you do if someone makes you jump into a conversation and challenges your opinion to prove it wrong? What would you do in such situation? You would:

Option 1: Retaliate with the hardest argument that you can to demolish the person standing against you?

Option 2: Go into the conversation with open mind and if you feel, down the line, that the argument made by someone else has some credibility associated with it, you would accept that you were wrong?

Option 3: Be indifferent?

Before we try and unravel, let’s see what all is it that contributes toward holding one thought dearer while berating other. Whenever you make an opinion you would like to believe that you have reached to this point all due nothing but your rationality and your intellectuality. But the fact remains that other irrational factors has equal involvement. While the opinion is in the making it arises from: your knowledge about the topic, your values, circumstances, feelings and experience. If you think hard enough you would realize that every human being, at any given point in time, hold these things. And everything that we do is influenced, if not driven, though subliminally, by them. Now, for the time being let’s make a hypothesis that whatever we have discussed till now is true (I am saying hypothesis because some of you would not agree with me on this, but even if you don’t please try to walk along for the sake of fun). Here is the fun part; if you give the list a hard look you would notice that all that’s up there is subjected to change with time. You read, you talk about the topic to increase your knowledge and you know a lot more than you were aware of before. Values are a tricky business. It changes along with the situation, e.g. Lying is not a good thing, but what if it is in the best interest of everyone at that moment? Circumstances and feelings change every split-second.  And as they say, the number of gray hair is directly proportional to the mistakes (they call it experience) that we have made!

So now my question is, if all the factors that have helped you reach to an opinion are variable and are subjected to change with time, is it a good idea to get stuck and be adamant about your school of thoughts? Would it not be in your best interest to be open-minded? I know it’s real hard to flip 180 and go ahead to admit that you were wrong, but isn’t that what shows the character?! You can go along and debate your opponent out with you callous arguments, but in my opinion that is the worst thing to do if you really wish to explore the subject in discussion (of-course with an exception for court room trails and a debate competitions).

Ultimately, it’s in your hand what you would like yourself to be perceived as: The Great Debater or someone who has A Beautiful Mind!

~Abbey

http://twitter.com/anupborkar (@anupborkar)

Run, Forrest. Run!

It’s weird! I thought to myself on my way back to Pune from B’lore. I was sleep-drunk when an announcement overhead woke me up into my senses. I looked outside the window only to see shimmering lights in a dark, foggy winter evening. The airplane driver (a.k.a. Captain) spoke again to share his wisdom, which I was not interested in, but felt entitled to know. I was gazing outside the window, glued, mesmerized by the landscape, protruding a night life in an ocean with hundreds of thousands of jellyfish glowing in the dark. Suddenly, I felt I am being watched. Not by someone from within the plane, but someone from down the ground. Someone standing there watching the plane flyby, wondering if it could ever get a chance to board one of these. And I, on the other hand, amidst of all the turbulence, was hoping to land ASAP with all my limbs intact. And then, BAM!

A sudden thought rushed through me. And I, subconsciously, looked around inside the plane in a desperate hope to find at least one gnome who is doing something that I wasn’t - looking outside the window. But, Alas! With a feeling equivalent to hope being flushed down the drain, I found myself back on the course of gawking outside and got lost in thoughts.

Why is it that we always long for something that we do not have? Why do we strive after something, so hard, just to realize that after all it wasn’t worth it? Why do we disregard, more often than not, the things that we have in possession?  Deliberately or subliminally we all do that (Saints and Sadhus apart). You may say its human tendency. Couldn’t agree more! But my curiosity wouldn’t die down with that answer. It demands more! A concrete explanation, if there is any, is what I am looking for.

We set goals, we achieve them and then we move on to set some new ones. Apparently, this cycle ceases to exist only on pyre (though I am not certain about this; never been there). We are always in a hurry; running after something or someone. We do our level best, put our heart out, burn midnight oil, and sweat our brows just to get hold of whatever it is that we sought after. Knowingly or unknowingly every move that we make is associated with a motive. It doesn’t matter if that motive is kind or unkind, just or unjust, Mother Teresa-ic or Hitler-ic. We-just-do-it!

I thought as hard as I could to come up with one rational explanation that would explain this behavior. And look what I’ve got… no rewards for guessing, it’s Sense of Accomplishment! An ego booster! The feeling, the adrenaline rush, the testosterone, the euphoria, the nirvana is inexplicable. However short lived let that state of the mind be; it’s all worth it! After all that’s what we have come here for, isn’t it?!

In this society of ours we judge everyone around us; not by their ability, but by their accomplishments. And I am not saying there is something wrong in it. ‘Coz to apprehend someone’s ability we have to invest something that we, the Homo Sapiens, do not have: TIME! So what do we do? We take the shorter route acting upon the proposition that ability implies accomplishments. Just admit to the fact that, at some level, we all do it. Even Steffi Graf – the tennis diva - responded to an anonymous “will you marry me?” by what I call witty but darn serious answer “how much money do you have?”

We got to earn respect here. We have to do something substantial with our lives. And if not that, be on top of “show me the money, Honey!” game. The sooner we realize and embrace this fact, the better for us. So unless you are okey being treated like a turd, you better be running!

Peace-Out!

~Abbey

http://twitter.com/anupborkar (@anupborkar)

Rebirth!

This life, this beautiful journey of mine,
Seems all just a myth, an illusion of a kind,

I’ve enjoyed the moments, dancing on the rhythm,
Keeping time with my hands,
I’ve been there, dejected, cried my heart out,
Tears soaked into deserted sands,

I am tainted, with guilt, with wrong doing,
Tainted head to toe,
Tried washing my soul, nothing helped,
nothing grew from the seeds I sow,

Turning back, looking at my voyage,
I see a lot of mistakes, most were uncalled for,
How I wish, wish to sail back,
To clean the slate and set out on a new track.

I long for an angel, the savior, the redeemer,
I long for that helping hand from a knight in a shining armor,
To show me the path, to guide me through,
Eyes closed I realized, life is a lesson you learn it when you are through.

I feel smothered, striving hard to breathe,
I feel blotted, dirt it seems all I feed,
Could you watch my back, get that dirt off my shoulder,
Could you breathe life in me, Resuscitate me, Resurrect me of this boulder?

How I wish I could re-write the whole story without uncertainty,
I wish I could rebirth, untainted, in a cradle of purity,
Let me Rebirth, rejoice the experience of being spotless,
Revive me, let me relive in my own world of serenity!

Live And Let Live!

Independence! Heard of it? Yeah, sure, we are reminded of it every 15^th Aug of every single year. We holler on top of our voice, ride bikes and drive cars with flags held up high, we sing patriotic songs and watch parades. But the question is do we have the independence yet? Do we understand what independence is? Or should I ask, Are we really independent?

We see Independence as an object; something that we managed to snitched from British some 60 odd years back. We celebrate the same thing over and over and over again, without being able to comprehend what exactly does that mean. We fail to fathom the fact that independence is served in phases. We live in an Independent nation (debatable, but that’s another topic), but we are yet to be independent as an individual (for sure). Why would I say that? What do I mean by that? Well…

Prior to 1947 Brits used to decide upon what we should and should not do. They were the rule makers. They ruled by law, and for obvious reasons. The Empire as it once was no longer exists, but it’s the society that has been passed upon the baton now. Every single decision that we make is influenced by our surroundings. Everything that we do is done in a way that is being approved by society.

If I may say, in a way we have become indecisive. Ironic enough; we like it! We like the idea that most important decisions of our life are taken by someone else. We like the idea of being remotely controlled by outside authority. We like the whole ‘you do it for me’ concept. We are afraid to make our own decision, fearing the possibility of being wrong or thwarted. We are raised that way; being inculcated with this thought since a fetus we once were. And to top it all off, we are expected to pass on this truncheon downhill.

Paradoxical enough as it is; we are expected to vote at 18 and are forced to marry someone our “society” deemed compatible for us. The society decides upon whom shall we fall in love with, whom shall we take as our partner for life and whom shall we celebrate our joys with and share our sorrows with. We are too scared to make that decision on our own being afraid that others would think less of us (who, more often than not, does not mean a squirt of piss). Call it dignity or loss of opportunity, but the truth prevails. And it’s rubbish!

We have set of protocols that we are obligated to follow; it does not matter how grim, irrational, boisterous, preposterous piece of crap they are. We are bound to walk the road our care takers have carved. We are riding the same old bullock-cart that our great great grandfathers rode with very little or absolute no change-over. ‘Aren’t we breeding pissants in human body?’ The moment we see the wind is not helping to sail our life boat, we drop on our knees and beg for help. Keep on doing this and the concept of backbones would be a myth in no time.

We have to understand that we are yet to achieve individual independence. And until we do that we are just mocking ourselves in our so called great nation. We must apprehend the fact that our freedom ends where the tip of our nose begins. We are not authorized to sculpture someone else’s life when we failed to do that for our own self. We are raised in a society where we are taught to be respectful to elders. And with this cute looking thought comes in some ugly stuff which says: if you don’t want ass whipping, better let us make decisions for you.

We call this nation of ours an epitome of democracy. I have better word to describe it: Hypocrisy! We are a nation full of hypocrites. We say that we are a secular nation; we throw big words: freedom of speech, democracy, diversity. But when someone tries to put forth his/her thoughts we smother them, strangle them, and choke them to death, rather brutally! We would not flinch to make someone go on an exile (self imposed or otherwise) who tries to hurt our sentiments. Why do we fail to understand that everyone is free to speak out their minds, free to express their feelings, their thoughts, free to live their lives as they reckon good for them? Let alone appreciating someone else’s work; can’t we cut them a little slack if we don’t like what we see of them? Is it too harsh of a concept to practice? Or are we so self centered, pampered, egoist, eccentric, bunch of hypocrites that we would not want our coziness to get hampered at any cost?

Living life on own terms! Sounds so simple, but seems a colossal task to live out. Life is not meant to be complicated; thanks to our “skills” we make it complicated. If we peep into ourselves we would know that we are so tangled from within that the idea of sorting out someone else sounds absurdly amusing. If you feel that you are independent, would you be so kind enough to let others feel the same way? All I want to say is… Live and let live!

My Luck! Or is it?

I happened to stumble upon something a little while back which read – ‘Luck has a particular habit of favoring those who don’t depend on it’. This got me wondering; what is this luck? What is its significance? Has this four letters word got such a huge potential to make someone’s life flip 180? Why is it that we always blame our luck for our failure and seldom give a credit of our success to it? What is that thin line that segregates something tangible from intangible?

I believe we, the human race, are nurtured in a different way than other living species by the virtue of reasoning power we enjoy. We have evolved and came a long way because of the curiosity trait that we posses and the ability to reason; to reason our existence, to reason our beliefs, to reason the whole purpose of life. To be human is to reason. Interestingly, we even have a word for the day we stop beating up our minds: Armageddon!

Every genome has a different structure. And that is what makes us unique. That’s what differentiates me from Einstein. Brains are something which is to be given a credit for our exclusivity. If we hold this fact dear to us, can we afford to say that the reasoning power that we posses stand at varied levels? These levels could be demarcated by individual’s thinking capacity, speed, the level of depth that one achieves or aspires, ability to untangle thoughts, etc. If you want to know where you stand on this mental ladder, just ask yourself how often you use the word luck! Or say – ‘Meh! He was lucky enough to pull that off’.

We try to be rational every time we think about something, try to find a solution. The moment in time our reasoning power gives up we hand over the situation to our all time favorite - luck. Needless to say; we GIVE UP! Even when stated matter-of-factly, it’s a mean thing to say to anyone. It’s a kind of an anathema, if I may say so. So let me restructure the “give up” phrase to mellow it down a little. We may say: That’s the point in time we think that the question in hand is not worthy enough to ponder upon. We pick that situation up from our Area of Concern and place it in our Area of Influence so that it does not bother us any further. And we resume enjoying the bliss in ignorance.

If we believed in Newton when he said: Every action has equal and opposite reaction; shouldn’t we declare this phenomenon called luck obsolete taking into consideration the popular belief that luck has nothing to do with your actions? Had Newton termed the Apple falling on his head incident his bad luck and moved on, we would have been deprived of - what is being referred to as one of the most hated figure in the area of physics – Gravity = 9.8.

There are only limited resources in this universe. Remember Einstein when he said: Energy can neither be created, nor be destroyed! Better known as E=mc2. If you are not the one to posses the thing you wanted, someone else deserves it more than you do. It’s not something your luck should be blamed for. It’s what you do that makes you or breaks you. That’s simply timid of us if we blame our failure on something not even remotely related. Every situation that we find ourselves in is the aftermath of our actions. It is just that we fail to see the relation, we fail to connect the dots, and we fail to get our brain cells ticking the right way to perceive the obvious.

The moment we give up reasoning is the moment we stop living. We are as good as other four legged living creatures around if not for our brains. So the next time when you say – ‘Luck hi kharaab hai yaar!’ - ask yourself this same question: Am I doing justice to myself?

I am going to leave you with a thought by a protagonist of a movie called Matrix.

Neo: I do not believe in fate, because I don’t like the idea that I’m not in control of my life.

Keep thinking, Be Alive. Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.

My Love!

Why have you left me? Bereft me of all that glow,

Push has come to shove,

What is the matter my love?

Have I made a mistake? Have I made you cry?

Give me something to work upon,

This torn relationship; you left me high and dry.

It was bliss the day we kissed,

Never did I diss, the closeness is what I miss.

Can’t live without you now,

Resuscitate me and hold me tight now,

Caress me with your love, I beg you not to rove.

I am deprived of you, fill me up to the brim,

I miss you to the death, Oh my Sleep! Oh my dream!

You are the one, you make my heart go bleep,

You are my love, Oh my Sleep!

Alive...

Life is outside,

Crying out loud my life is like,

Colossal mountains and raging rivers,

Swaddled in green, I go psyched.

Sparkling rain, silver clouds,

Foggy paths with misty vows!

I am falling for your beauty,

Falling from the mountains to the sea,

Green’s the color, privileged I am destined,

Moist is the touch, mischievously clandestine.

I’m learning to breathe,

I’m learning to fly,

It’s a season of love, a season of life,

Time to learn and reach the sky.

Intoxicated by your splendor,

I am lost in your eyes,

Inner peace is what everyone adore,

Your cradle is where it all lies.

This journey, this mystic point in my life,

Oh God! Let this not be a dream,

Let me be on cloud number nine.

How I wish to drink every single drop of it,

May I savor this and hold it tight?

I feel rejuvenated, I am high,

Is this how it feels to be alive?

Man-Of-War!

Hindi-Chini bhai-bhai! The term was coined way back in 1950s when Mr. Nehru was 'believed' to be resurrecting India from a disgraced, 3rd world country to something substantial. Since then we’ve come a long way; a long, long way. Today none of us would use this obsolete 'Hindi-Chini bhai-bhai!' phrase. We would rather clobber those who would dear this though. Why would we do that? What is this whole outrage is all about? What has happened in last 6 decades that has made, arguably, the two greatest nations of all times take different boulevards?


1991’s Economic liberalization, just a fancy phrase for economic reforms, could hands down be considered as one of the greatest things to happen post independence. Indian policy makers were adamant to open up the market for outsiders, but they had no other choice. India was sitting on a huge debt and no cash reserve to survive. The dormant volcano was about to get active. Socialist policies that Mr. Nehru held dear to were to be put off. The foundation was laid for what could be considered as biggest transition in the way we live, the way we think. The stage was all set to get socialist caterpillar out of its cocoon to transform it into a beautifully diverse capitalist butterfly.


Were we late to join the party? Yes, we certainly were. China understood the power of capitalism and the need for economic reforms way back in 1978. They were quick to introduce the aspects of a capitalist economic system. Before this, China was following the Soviet, Marxist-Leninists model of economic development. In mare 33 years, post reform, the PRC (People's Republic of China) enjoys the position of being called the world's second largest economy. Let's take a look at the facts here: In 1991 China’s GDP (Gross domestic product) was USD 409.165B with 10th rank while that of India’s was USD 289.362B with 15th rank; 2/3rd of China’s GDP. 'Meh! Great deal?! We didn’t lose anything despite showing up late.' You would say. But keep in mind the fact that India had just joined the race and it had an ample amount of opportunity and potential to give it a full throttle to out rank anyone in between. Check the latest figures: in 2010 India’s GDP stands at USD 1.5 Trillion at 10th rank while China has outperformed everyone else but USA with 5.8 Trillion of GDP securing 2nd rank. China has been growing at a rate of 10-11% for past decade. India, on the other hand just managed to hit 8-9% recently. You do the math. Flabbergasted?!


What happened? What wrong did we do? Or what is it that China did that we didn't? How come China grew by leaps and bounds and we barely managed to stay afloat? The answer is many fold, but things that top the chart are: Corruption, Political incompetency, mediocre economic policies, low literacy rate and democracy to some extent.* It is projected that India would outrank USA in GDP to hold the sliver by 2040 (by this time China would’ve secured #1 spot) and by 2050 India would be at the pinnacle of GDP race. In my opinion, for this to happen, India would have to go through huge reforms. Reforms in the field of Leadership, and by this I mean politics, economic policies and law.


Many would argue that though China is glittering it’s not all gold either. They, too, carry baggage, and heavy baggage at that, along. I couldn't agree more. China’s growth has been ostentatious if not outrageous. Reason: political perseverance in nation’s growth story. In China, 80 odd percent of GDP comes from SOE (State Owned Enterprises). Dictatorship is what has accelerated its growth. Though it's a spring time of growth in China, many investors would refrain themselves from frolicking! Why is that, exactly? Simple answer: China is a gray box. Almost all the huge enterprises in China are State owned, ergo, not answerable to the investors. They are spending more than half of their GDP on building infrastructure (take a look at this; the New South China Mall, apparently the biggest mall, is 99% vacant since it's opening in 2005). China's growth story owes a great deal to exports. This export-driven economy is shifting its gears to focus on domestic consumption. This, it seems that, would not happen anytime soon. What about demographics? Yep, you guessed it right. Screwed up! China’s most controversial one-child policy is taking a toll now. It is said that China is getting old, before it gets Rich! It is expected to hit 65% mark on dependency ratio by 2050 while India would be around 45%. When ranked based on per capita income, China stands at 12th position, which is derogatory in a sense that it holds second spot when GDP is taken into consideration. Yuan manipulation, human rights, freedom of speech, adamant government, rule by law…the list could go on and on and on… Gist: China is biting off more than it can chew!


Okey, China is in soup, but we are no good either. We are morbidly disgraced by puny policies, lethargic leaders, leprous law, corny casteism, sarcastic sexism, et al. We are, in fact, a warehouse of mess-acre… pun intended. Thing to ponder upon would be who finishes the gut wrenching job of repairing the system first? Would it be bearishly slow, sluggish and smothering India? Or would it be bullishly atrocious, assailing and assaultive China? Easier said than done! This is something only time will tell. Wait & Watch!


*Democracy is good, but its absence has been bliss for PRC. Let’s just face it that it is easier to get something done when dictated which could take ages to reach consensus. Nonetheless, India or any state, for that matter, is better off riding slob democratic elephant than opting for serpentine dictating dragon's ride for a fall!

An Ugly Truth!

Selfish! - Highly inflammable word getting into oblivion 'coz of the impact that it makes when used or used upon. It’s an unsaid truth that every one of us is selfish. Yes, you heard me alright. The only differentiating factor is the extent of it! We’ve got to be selfish; if not for ourselves then at least for those we care for. 'Wait, wait, wait… something doesn’t add up here. If I am doing something for others how does that make me selfish?' Fair enough of a question, but the fact prevails and it’s not always the way you like it to be seen. Hang on…


Since the day we were born, we've been fogged up with lot many
teachings. One of them: To be unselfish. We asked innocently: 'Paa, what is it to be unselfish?' To which we’ve got: Care for others, treat others as you would like to be treated yourself, don't be self-centered, etcetera. On which you say: 'Sounds good enough. I can do that. That's easy.' Let me ask you this, how often do you think of these stuff before you tag someone selfish? For me, it’s close to never. What we’ve seen hitherto in our life makes us what we are. Facts, beliefs, doctrine, some deeply rooted and acknowledge by our society and some we pick up during our journey to grave. We carry our own scale, calibrated with our own customized ideology, with which we judge every single person around us. May it be 'The Good, The Bad and The Ugly' scale or be it 'Selfishness' scale.


I asked myself for one thing that can be categorized under the hood of unselfishness. The irrational me came up with “Love”!

   'You gotta give me love!?' I reasoned irrationally.

   The rational me retaliated saying: 'Could you be so kind enough to give it a thought; would you then realize that there is nothing in this world more selfish!'

You love someone to make yourself feel good. You spend time with them to make yourself feel content. You share joy with them to make yourself joyous. You share sorrow with them to make yourself feel cared. The rambling can go on and on just to make the italicized “yourself” stand out prominently.


Someone might throw a gospel from Geeta right into my face which goes like…

"karmanyevaadhikaaraste maa phaleshhu kadaachana"

      Meaning: Your right is for action alone, never for the results.

I can’t resist myself but ask this question, rather bluntly; how many of us actually follow this? I wonder, with this unnerving, unceasing demand to outrival your opponent in the rat race, does this preaching even holds true? Besides, it does not even ask you to eradicate the phal (result part). Deferment is what all it asks for.


If you think about it, there is no such thing called "Selfless deed" in this universe of ours (and I highly doubt that the other way around is true in the parallel universe). Everyone has their own yardstick to categorize what can be called as an act of selfishness and an act of altruism. 'Can we not have a universal scale to define this?' NO, would be an obvious answer. Reason; the school of thoughts that we carry around are diverse. We are different! And may I take a privilege to say we are Selfish!

A Perception!

“I HATE IT!” was the phrase that would flash every time I’d hear the name. Damnation! ‘That’s how it was and that’s how it’s gonna be!’ was the attitude. People called me inane, callow for putting that face, but I never budged, never gave in to what others had to say. Being adamant was all that I could be. Never understood why would somebody hail it? ‘What the heck is in it?’ I use to wonder. Little did I know that the subject’s beauty is in the eye of the beholder!

Mumbai – The City of Dreams! I am 25, have been in Pune for almost 8 long years now. Laid-back, peace loving specie; euphemism for lazy some might say. And that’s the reason why I’d loath Mumbai. Thought of setting my foot in Mumbai would give me goose bumps. I was always afraid of its fast paced life. No time for yourself; let alone for others. Sleep with your sneakers on so that you could catch your “local-train” to the Dreamland (if you can afford one); always running. Folks roaming around callously! Never giving a tiny rat’s arse to what other people think or do. Perception is what could take you off guard sometimes. It takes only a push or two to change the college of beliefs. In my case just one!

My cousin lives Mumbai. He’d been expecting my visit since long. So I finally made up my mind, got my sack and booked the ticket. The MSRTC’s Shivneri was supposed to leave for the destination by 7pm IST. As expected, it was late and no damn person (so called authorities) knew the whereabouts of it. “You can’t scream in public! Count till 10, take a deep breath...” I consoled myself and drank all my vexation. Finally the bus showed up after 1:30 long hrs of swearing and yawning! I aboard my ride and got comfy; and thus the journey began.

It was 12:30am when the driver killed the engine. I’d reached Mumbai on cold and windy evening of winter. I was all sleepy and frustrated by traffic jams (Yes, that’s the thing with Mumbai, traffic jam @ midnight). I got off the bus and after 5 complete minutes of enquiry I realized that I am at the wrong place. Fuming with anger I told myself 'you shouldn’t be here'. I was missing my cozy bed back home. Again, unfortunately, can’t scream in public. Revisited the “calm-down” drill, got back my senses and I was ready again. My watch posted 12:45am on its face. Now comes the hardest part; post midnight you actually have to plead “auto-walas” to take you to your destination. I pulled myself with all the energy that I was left with, dragged my bags to the rickshaw stand, took out the piece of paper which had the address written and asked the Rickshaw wala bhaiya - 'Chaloge?' To my utter amazement he said 'Chalega na!' Unexpected answer, but who gives a darn! Now is the time when your bargaining skills pay you off. Asked him, 'Kitana Loge?' and that’s when the lightning struck me. His answer - 'Jo bhi meter se hoega.' Dumbstruck! In Pune you’d have to shell out a fortune past midnight for any kind of service. Had it been Pune, this guy would’ve asked me 'How much do you earn monthly... lets settle this for half of it!' Fortunately, that was not the case and I was beaming and delighted with the answer. Without uttering a word I threw my bag inside and hopped in.

This guy was full of energy and joy at that ungodly hour. Awe-inspiring! Throughout the 10km run he introduced me to the city: the industries, the malls, the slums, the factories, et. al. He told me everything that I needed to know. The city lay bathed in the light. I guess that’s what they meant when they say “Mumbai - A city that NEVER SLEEPS”. I stole a glimpse of myself in his rear view mirror and I don’t know why but I found myself smiling. Suddenly, I felt rejuvenated. I was enjoying it to the core. Must I admit the SPIRIT and ENTHUSIASM of city got me! He dropped me to my destination - safe and sound - around 1:15 am. I handed over the fare with a smile and I wished him good-night. I usually don’t offer my courtesy, but that was not usual!

It was 10 am when my niece and nephew, 5 and 2, couldn’t bear any longer and came to wake me up on lovely Saturday morning. Cup of tea was ready and that’s how the day began. Took shower and got ready for a drive with my cousin. Intended destination was around 1:30 hrs from home, give that we do not meet head-on with any traffic jams. I hopped in, dropped the window glass and took off where I left yesterday – Mumbai Darshan! Serene Ocean, bizarre traffic, uncanny lanes, clumsy slums, eccentric railway tracks… B-E-A-Utiful! I thought to myself. I was lost in thoughts all along...Towering structures reminded me the 26/11 savage killing, Ocean: the Mumbai floods, railway tracks: the bomb blasts. And that’s when it hit me - RESILIENCE! Mumbai has always come back rather strongly after all the down falls. One line to sum it all up: “You can keep knocking, but you won’t knock it down!” – Eminem/Lil Wayne. INSPIRATIONAL!

'What a day!', I thought. I met a lot of people. Everybody greeted me with same ardor. Feeling of warmth and love was commendable. UPBEAT outlook is what I was introduced to. I was worn out and torn apart

It was 10 am when my niece and nephew, still 5 and 2, couldn’t bear any longer and came to wake me up on lovely Sunday morning. Cup of tea was ready and that’s how the day began. It’s time, I told myself, time to bid adieu. Packed my sack, had my lunch and took their leave. As expected, the MSRTC’s Shivneri was late, this time only by an hour. It was beautiful atmosphere. So I decided to treat myself with a stroll. I roamed clueless, without any sense of direction, for an hour. My ride was ready when I got back, only this time, I was not happy. Weird, I thought to myself. Anyways, I got into the bus with heavy heart. Conductor did the final headcount. Bus engine came alive, driver gave it a full throttle and I left…

Having a wrong perception is not bad, getting glued to one is! Only a push, a different point of view, is what all that is required. Mumbai trip was an unforgettable experience. She welcomes you with all that is good and pure. This city never ebbs in darkness. Metaphorically, sun never sets in this city. Motherland has a Kohinoor diamond in her royal crown and it is the financial capital of India. LOVE is all my heart is filled with for this larger than life playing turf. And you know the phrase I’d NOT use again…

An Attempt - Finally!

Finally!

I’d been thinking a lot about writing my own blog since ages now. Couldn’t find a topic compelling enough to get the lazy me up and about to write something. Lots of themes swung by, each of them had something that held me back. First idea to cloud was “The Cricketing God – SRT”: I found myself novice of a blogger to write something on a subject with such a magnitude. Chucked it! Or should I say deferred it?! Then came along Indian Economy: technically not capable enough to scribble. Deferred! Politics: dirty business to get my hands around. Scraped!
Now I was left with one of my two favorite pastime; Books And Movies. Same feeling when you fall in a creek with rock on one side and mountain on the other. Finally made up my mind to write about a book just done and dusted with called ‘Absolute Khushwant’!


Ever came across something you feel close enough to be indifferent to? Something so lucent not to get bothered deciphering? Something so truthful, uncompromising, moving and straight from the heart, you can’t help yourself but appreciate? This was one such experience! Mr. Khushwant - an agnostic by nature, controversial by his deeds - in his new venture has depicted LIFE and the various colors that it comes in. This venerable 95-something has discussed various topics; some of them considered Taboo, some are bound not to be discussed, some are considered uncultured if talked about in our hypocrite society. The issues touched upon ranges right from politics (Bapu, Nehru and Gandhi dynasty), barbaric partition of 1947, press, sex, marriage, worship, religious indifference and finally death.


Generally I don’t welcome the books where the writer keeps rambling about stuff and try to make you walk his/her shoes. But this – in some way or other – was DIFFERENT! This is a kind of self-help book for you to learn from, but at the same time you wouldn’t find it monotonously preaching. I was awestruck with the vividness with which he’s compiled this book. One of the various “take-away” from this book is ‘Be Honest’. Its due his honesty he is referred as a ‘dirty old man’ that sees ‘the world in a grain of sand and beauty in a wild flower’.


It is one of those write-ups which you’ve to experience. Its mesmerizing how a 95, scotch loving agnostic - who says he’ll continue writing as long as someone does not invent a condom for the pen - can be so refreshing. You would be moved with the command that this old man has got on languages, be it English, Hindi or Urdu for that matter. A nice read may I say. Deserves a shot!


Phew!!! Okey, it feels good now. Satisfaction and Content are the words to describe the feeling. It’s good when you are done with something which has been there in back of your mind since like ice age, relentlessly nagging. Done and Dusted!

Finally!!!