population India has there are bound to be queues.
I am what I am
Monday, December 5, 2016
Cashing onto Gold!
population India has there are bound to be queues.
Thursday, December 1, 2016
Adieu
Sunday, October 2, 2016
VIPism
One or the other channels on television always show the Richard Attenborough's iconic film Gandhi on 2nd October. Every time I watch the film, I discover a new nuance - sometimes a quote, other times cinematography in the scene of a film or a new story.
There is a scene at the railway station at Champaran village when Gandhi alights from the train. As the British officer watched the huge gathering from the top of a roof and made way towards him to enquire about him and his visit, his subordinate tried to make way for him through the crowd. One could hear statements like "raasta do", "saheb ke liye raasta chodo" in both language versions, and 70 years later, the practice still continues for its rulers - politicians, police officers, or any other person in the chair of any office or city or state or nation that he or she is commanding - Something and many other such practices that is quintessential Indian treatment for VIPs or probably we learnt this from Britishers.
On the birthday of Gandhi as well as of an another true Gandhian Lal Bahadur Shastri, while the TV channels were celebrating Swachh Bharat - another dire need of this country, it is also important to reacquaint all of us with the Gandhian principles - some of which still remain relevant today.
Monday, August 15, 2016
Freedom @ 70
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Lost childhood
This monsoon season, while we have been spending more time on roads and traffic signals, it is unavoidable to observe life streaming about you. One sees people on motorcycles and bicycles going about on their work while trying to keep themselves dry, people in petrol-diesel guzzlers oblivious to rains while listening to loud electro-techno music blaring from their speakers. And then there are some who are engrossed in their own world of business or social media.
One also observes a small minority of hawkers peddling their wares at traffic signals - pirated books, cloth to clean your house or car, chargers for all kinds of phones, flowers and balloons. And come Independence Day or Republic Day, it's the tricolour in various sizes and forms that take the place of pride.
Then there is a knock, and you see a small child through the rain splattered window of AC cooled climes, completely soaked and bare feet requesting you to buy something from him so that he can buy food. Colourful balloons, roses or other flowers depending upon the season, sometimes books - the very things which are part of childhood to experience and not to sell. Sometimes, at certain intersections it is children showcasing their gymnast skills with goofily painted faces in their feeble attempt to entertain - all the while earning for their families.
You feel pity - it is so different from the childhood we all take granted for. In so many decades since Independence, with the Right to Education Act in place, it is disgusting that the a percentage of next generation lives on road trying to earn their living when they should be in schools and educating themselves for a better future.
Who is responsible for creating a better world for them? The common man who lives in his own halo and vacuum of working for a still better life than these not-so-fortunate. The governments of state and centre elected who are apathetic to the life outside their own coterie of friends, colleagues and families. Or a small population of do-gooders who with their own monies or charity of friends, corporates and other NGOs trying to make a difference to the lives of such children.
Last evening, as I came out of a shop in the nearby market, I was beseeched by two small children - in bare feet and tattered clothes selling cheap pens. While I had no need for additional pens, I just couldn't walk past them to the comfort of home while they were on the road still selling to be able to buy food. I bought pens from both of them and passed them onto kids of hired help - from one child to another!
Saturday, March 26, 2016
Sounds of Summer
Sitting in the last vestiges of
my childhood winter garden
Sound of coo-woo reverberates around.
The cry of koel
Reminds not only of Summers
But also of examination season
Of School and then College.
Of anxiety and trepidation
Sometimes panic,
That mind may go blank.
Was it fear of failure
Or of moving up one step
on the ladder of Life?
That unexplainable feeling...
When I look back today.
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Summer Song
The all too brief spell of Spring
After the not too cold Winter,
Gives way to the heat of Summers.
The dying flowers of winter
And the Shalmali
Spread their last burst of colours.
The brightening sunshine
And the golden yellow of Amaltas
The flaming red-orange of Gulmohar
Herald the way to Summers.