Thursday, October 22, 2009

Everyone's worth it

    Do you think you are the only one? Do you think you are so god-gifted that you pity one of the guys at college or mock them that he cannot have girlfriends or why Calculus is not meant for him? Think again.
    Sometimes I wonder why people are just so stuck-up. Today’s youth disregards humility as an integral part of its character. Allow me to generalize, because of the majority of such people in today’s world. Why this self-righteousness? Why this conceit? Why this superiority complex? Do these people think they are the few enlightened ones? Why does a guy have problem with an aspect of another’s nature which is not his own?  Isn’t compromise supposed to be “the word” in friendship, or for that matter, any relationship?
    Why don’t they try to realize that it’s not always the other person who is on the wrong side? Every person thinks every other person as an asshole, which is so foolish. Everyone is equally talented. It just shows on some guys & some just like to keep a low profile.
    We should learn to be humble & submissive. Even if the other guy is at fault, we should try to rectify him politely instead of scorning at him. To err is human, to forgive is divine. You don’t need to speak out to stand out. This world needs a helping hand, not a pointing one; lips which smile at others, not laugh at them, chest which are straight with self-pride, not swollen with smugness, and eyes, which look up to, not down at.
    So, the next time you utter “Woh ch**** hai”, sympathize with yourself. You are addressing yourself.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Modern Gujarat: The Land of Non-Gandhism & Non-democracy

Every Indian grows up hearing stories of Mahatma Gandhi, who was born in Gujarat. He had once said, “I shall strive for an India in which the poorest shall feel that it is their country, in whose making they have an effective voice; an India in which there shall be no high class or low class of people; and above all, an India in which all communities shall live in perfect harmony.” But what does Gandhi mean to people today? Are his values still alive?
    In Ahmedabad, Gandhiji made a speech eighty years ago that he hoped would change India’s destiny, “My aim is to get the Salt tax abolished. This is for me the first step towards complete freedom. As the Independence movement is essentially for the poorest of the land, the beginning shall be made with this evil.”  Immediately after, he started the historic Salt March against the injustice of British rule. Accompanied by 81 fellow marchers, Gandhi walked for 23 days covering a distance of almost 350 kms. to Dandi, where he broke the British colonial law by picking up a handful of salt. This was a leader for the poor.

    In present Ahmedabad, the face that you can see staring down at you from every billboard is of a very different leader – the chief minister of Gujarat,  Narendra Modi. Quoting him, “In the global economic era, India cannot win the financial battle without a level playing field. If we lose the opportunity now, we will fall behind in the 21st century as we did earlier.” I don’t know what would have Gandhi made of Modi’s India, where Shining India is one of the fastest growing economies of the world; where the freedom to buy & spend seems to be the greatest freedom of all. But Gandhi would definitely have had a lot to say about the other India that they did not like to advertise in the government brochures; the India in which 300 million poor people dream of freedom from hunger and fear.

    Gandhi always strived for Hindu-Muslim brotherhood. However, in modern Gujarat, his words seem like empty slogans from the distant past. Hindus have unleashed their accumulated hatred against the Muslims time and again post-independence. At the instigation by BJP, the Babri Masjid was destroyed. Quoting a Bajrang Dal member, “I believe that the Muslim community is like a dog’s tail which remains crooked forever. They have such a history of more than 500 years. Ever since Muslims came, they have looted millions of rupees, stole our jewels, destroyed our temples and idols, took away our women & raped them. They’re like demons of a kind.” In the Godhra riots – India’s worst massacre in fifty years - Hindu fundamentalist groups comprising of such like-minded people targeted the Muslim community all over the state. More than 2000 Muslims were killed. More than 400 women were raped & more than a lakh were displaced & homeless. The police and the administration simply turned a blind eye to the violence. Narendra Modi’s stand against the Muslims won him the Hindu vote. He was re-elected as the chief minister and became more powerful than ever before. How could this have happened in Gujarat of all places?

    We just observe the various Gandhiji’s statues and his Ashrams, but the values that Gandhiji stood up for are non-existent. In a sense, the Father of the Nation, Gandhi, sacrificed his life for the minority community of the country as he was killed because of the Partition of India. But where are those values that Gandhiji talked about? Today, one can hardly see Gandhi in Gujarat.

    Again quoting Modi, “Our focus areas are the Special Economic Zones. SEZs are going to be the driving force. Gujarat has visualized this & so we are facilitating SEZs.” What Modi fails to visualize is that these SEZs could displace thousands of poor people from their homes, giving their land to MNCs. These companies would not have to follow the Indian labour laws or pay normal taxes. Modi’s dream is to transform Ahmedabad into a global megacity. Every day, thousands of villagers migrate to the city to find work. But in the city there is no relief. Modi also claimed, “I will remove every single slum in Ahmedabad”. But as much as he can try, the slums won’t go away because if you make the poor poorer, slums will keep cropping up. Modi wants to construct high-rise buildings, gardens, swimming pools & shopping centres in place of the slums. He wants to build to entertain the tourists, but he does not think about the poor slum-dwellers. He hasn’t envisioned anything for the hundreds of thousands of poor families living in the slum. They want nothing but two meals a day & a place to live. If they are thrown outside the city, where will they work and how will they earn & feed their family? These people help maintain the city. But the city has no place for them any longer.

    Today the cities dominate and drain the villages so that they are crumbling to ruins. Exploiting of villages is itself organized violence. Gandhi’s dream for the villages is dying. In the U.S. & in Europe, farmers receive subsidies & protection. But here in India, farmers are left at the mercy of global market forces – only one of the many reasons that lakhs of farmers have committed suicide over the past few years.

    The Gujarat BJP government is trying to erase Gandhi’s ideas. In Gandhi’s name they want to take the land in Dandi, where farmers grow rice, & sell it to a MNC. Even the soil of Dandi has not been spared. Do we really need 5-star hotels in Dandi? I wonder what they will call that place once they get rid of the farmers; the Mahatma Gandhi SEZ? I wonder if the tourists who will come to shop at the Dandi mall will find time to visit the museum there. And if they do, will they see anything more than an old man walking barefoot, making a big fuss about a fistful of salt?

    We have made Gandhi irrelevant. We have frozen him in time. We have not bothered to reinvent his ideas and we are living with the consequences. We drove away the white-skinned to become slaves of the black-skinned. The poor never got their independence. The sweepers, carpenters, domestic workers & labourers make it possible for us to have a comfortable life. But we would like them to be invisible.

    Gandhiji won our freedom sixty years ago, but what has really changed? We proclaim an economic miracle, but the inequality, poverty & violence still continue to grow. There is a new colonialism in India which we don’t seem to care about. After all, we are the colonizers.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Betrayal



In a desert
Stranded in solitude
The sun sears
My eyes with tears

Scarlet drops of pain
Squirting from my back
Pierce like a pin
My heart, my soul from within

I trusted, I believed
Never meant any harm
But I was cheated
Oh! I was betrayed

Betrayal, I can see
Is a meticulous scheme
Coming very near
Getting too dear
And hurting it deeper

I am a fish
Deprived of water
Throbbing in vain
Numb at heart, mind insane

Flash! A lightning strikes
A face appears, one too familiar
Marooned with me in the golden sands
Is my betrayer, with folded hands

“I can’t beg for pardon
I can’t disown my guilt
But can I something say
For those who plan to betray?

Every betrayal starts with trust
To betray, you must first belong
Betrayal cuts the thread so strong
To yourself you no longer belong

Betrayal butchers one’s hope
But first, it slays your scruples
Like a faithful dog, always remember
Betrayal never betrays the betrayer.”




P.S. – @ Alisha – Thanks for suggesting the topic! :)

This was my quickest poem ever. It didn’t take me more than 2-3 hours to compose this one. Words & thoughts just kept flowing. If you notice, I have switched from my previous rhyme-scheme of abcb to abcc for this poem. This was mostly because I wanted to convey the idea, via the last two verses in each stanza, almost simultaneously. They stand for the same actions or are in continuation. I believe, this helps the darkness appear more pronounced in every stanza.

Friday, October 9, 2009

The Life of a Dead

In the woods so silent,
Green and dark;
I lay motionless,
Only soul, no bark.


Taking a break,
From my eternal sleep;
In retrospection I went,
To my life very deep.


A cheat I was,
A cheat I'll remain;
In the memories of all,
Oh! It gives me such pain.


The jingle of coins,
The only sound I yearned for;
My wife, my children,
The only people I earned for.


Until I could no more hold,
The burden of my sins;
To lose my life was better,
Than all my criminal wins.


Going to my last moment.
I knew I was wrong;
Still I held her hand,
Only for her did I long.


She mesmerized me with her beauty,
And called Herself Death;
I embraced her relieved,
And slowly kicked the bucket.


That all I've said,
Is to be paid much heed;
A warning by the dead:
Think before committing a misdeed.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

To my father...

You would leave me in the morning,
And come back in the evening,
Kiss me on the forehead;
Play with me for sometime,
Then put me into bed.

I grew older...

You would buy me a bat,
A cycle and a football,
Made me play more than study,
Only when dark would you call.

I grew older...

You would let me cycle to school,
I would roam about elsewhere like a free bird
You'd buy me from a costly store,
A pair of jeans, a shirt and a T-shirt,

I grew older...

My study hours crossed midnight,
To which you got so wild,
I would argue and fight and always felt
I knew better, I wasn't anymore a child.

I grew older...

You would behave like a friend now
Consulted me and shared your thought
I began to understand that you toil
To help me achieve the dreams I sought

I grew older...

You had so many ups and downs in your life,
But never ever would you say die,
Patient with failures, impatient for success,
You would just try, try and try.

I grew older...

I am now staying away from you,
I know that you cry in your heart everyday,
Let a son help his father,
Hand me responsibilities, whatever you may;

For you've grown old...


P.S.: Papa, you are my hero. I know I am your greatest weakness, & I bear that with pride. You are the simplest but most beautiful human being I have ever known. I promise I'll never let you down. Love you always...

Eternal Love...

I feel you in the morning
When at first I awake
Your thought is with me
With each decision I make

You'd been around forever
Since the first breath I took
Now I have to go on alone
But for love, I need not look

'Cause by what you bestowed
In our short time together
Will last in my heart
Forever and ever

Although you've left
And now walk above
I'm never alone
I'm wrapped in your love

Everything I have, still am alone
But feel peace that your love continues on
What was taught to me, will be taught to mine
Cause you live on in me even after you've gone

Friday, October 2, 2009

Wanted !

Today I watched "Wanted", the latest Salman Khan flick. Many of you might mock at me for saying this, but it was a "GOD MOVIE"!  
    I know it was a nonsensical drama, utter bullshit with some toppings of comedy. But what I strongly feel is that it is high time that sources like IMDB add another entry to the genre of movies - Masala. This genre is unique to Tollywood, with the father of this genre "Rajnikant", an epitome of "The ultimate Superhero". Although Bollywood does make such movies like the recent Kambakht Ishq, Tollywood directors specialize in them.  
   Movies falling into this category are recognized by their extreme action sequences, often to the heights of impossibility, countless songs, periodical comical sequences, cheap romance, colloquial usage of slangs, few steamy scenes, twists in the climax & other kinds of stupidity. The ultimate aim of such a kind of film is that the viewer is fully entertained without thinking much & there's always a grin on his face throughout the movie.
    In today's stressful life, there's a dire need of such enjoyable movies, freeing one's mind of all tension of professional life. Hence the success of such movies in Bollywood & Tollywood in recent times. This is "feelgood" cinema & one needs to appreciate these too. Really, movies like "Wanted" are desparately wanted!