India and Crime!

One thing that I keep wondering is, why do people wait for a crime to happen?

The incident is going to be discussed in the parliament between the Opposition and the Government, few tears shed, controversies as to "whose fault was it?",what punishment should such culprits get, making and amending new bills (if it happens), raping the victim again and again, and the issue ends when the parliament sessions end. My question is simple..There have been many such brutal incidents in the past, have any of them bothered to sit and brainstorm to find out ways how to prevent these atrocities?

When I am into a blame game, I do not leave anybody. What about the Police Authorities, the Crime Against Women Cell (CWC), the media and we the general public. We rise when situations arise, we protest when there is another victim, we become intolerable when an event has already occurred. But have we as people, human beings, so-called citizens thought of ways to combat such social elements and crimes.

Let alone human beings, I would like to throw light on one of its subsets, Women. A small example to highlight how boys (0-15 years of age)are taken care of by their mothers: A moving Low-Floor DTC,Delhi, bus. Many people are seated, as compartmentalized, Women, Senior Citizens and Handicapped. The seating capacity in Low Floor buses is less in number, and seated in the 'Ladies' seats are a mother and her son aged 10 in the seat next to her. The not so crowded bus stops in the next bus stop, an old lady gets in. This poor thing must have missed many crowded buses (possible) to find a place to at least stand. As always, the senior citizen sitting behind the seat where the mother and son are seated, asks the mother to take his son on her lap so that the old lady could make space for herself. Bam!!, comes the reply from the mother, "Why should my son get up? I have taken ticket for him too.. he is not going to budge from here." I shrug! Everybody in the bus do the same! What this mother does not realize is that, if he doesn't budge now, he will never do. Not to the society and not even to his family!

As a spectator, my immediate thought was, are we women not our own enemy?

The economic divider!

All my life I have lived in many cities across India. Life, like a brook, has taken many twists, turns, swirls, leaps but has kept me afloat all this time. Every moment in life are instances of struggle and survival.
Opposites in English literature has always amused me. I remember how we used to cram them up in our Primary classes from our four lined English notebooks.

Opposites

small * big
tall * short
fat * thin
win * lose
rich * poor

Did I say amuse? I am not trying to get philosophical here, but something makes me think does this cut right definitions or rather opposites exist in life? For example, does my friend being tall mean I am short? Relativity says, I may be taller to some other friend of mine. Hence technically speaking I am neither tall nor short.

Does an athlete winning a race make the person coming second a loser? Or does it make the second athlete a winner compared to the person coming third? Not at all.
So there is nothing like winning or losing, isn't it? Life as people say has hardly got anything to do with winning and losing, so what is life? As I see it, it is a platform for staging various struggles where survival is the key. Now the big question is, can everybody become a survivor?

Management taught me something in negotiations. A Win-Win situation! For every scenario the parties sit across tables, discuss and come to a so-called solution which is a Winner for both! A very important discussion between two governments has come to a Win-Win resolution, as government and media quote. But to whom is this a win-win situation? For the people sitting across the table or for the millions who await such decisions? If it were for the people sitting across the table, then the answer to my earlier question as to "Can everybody be a survivor?" is a big NO!

So what is a Hypothetical situation? A Win-Win situation!!!

I started blogging here of me being a cosmopolitan. All cities are in one way or other interesting, but the most interesting one is where I live currently. Yup, Mumbai, the economic capital of India, the city of Bollywood and city of dreams for many. Huhhh! Yeh hai Mumbai meri jaan! This city interests me not because of what my fellow Mumbaikars boast about like "safe city for women", "lotta opportunities", "get to meet the stars" etc. What I am curious about this city is what they mean by economic prosperity and how this has shaped up in Mumbai?

I stay in a place called Bhandup, technically suburb, in a society that has about sixteen buildings, twenty floors each and four flats in each floor. You could say Posh!

Every morning I stand in my balcony and watch the other side of my flat. I see the rising sun, the ever busy Bhandup station, the chugging trains and beyond this railroad is the other side, where people stay in small huts or kuccha houses, grow Paalak(green and red spinach) in the land they have and sell the same in the evening in the market by the station road. Sunrise and sunset here is so beautiful, the lush green fields in the backdrop and the Spinach gardens glisten to the ever glowing sun! Mother Nature is so beautiful! That was Bhandup(east) for you!!

Bhandup (West) on the other hand where I stay is where people are better off, normally the buyers of the Spinach grown in the east. What I see is how a railroad has divided the whole city into East and West!

Bhandup(E) vs Bhandup (W)
Kurla(E) vs Kurla(W)
Vikhroli(E) vs Vikhroli (W)

Wooww! Am I seeing another amusing sets of Opposites here? Opposites in terms of economic conditions, standards of living or disparities? Ding Dong!!

Has one whole side of the city grown at the expense of the other? What is so attractive about the word West? Or is it the work of many filthy insecure bureaucrats who managed to borrow the so called Idiosyncrasy of the West along with gold loans? One never knows. The truth is nobody really wants to know. Survivors! Phew!!

And we just keep talking about more and more reservations and inclusive growth? How are these synonyms? Paradox! Paradox of a Paradoxical system!!

The Resurrection Blog!

It has been more than a year that I have blogged. I have always found blogging as a platform to introspection of one's self. Apart from being an amateur blogger, I take interest in reading blogs of others too. People take to blogging in situations say when they have found a new lease of life. That is what Vidhya Dakshinamurthy, my very good friend expressed in hers as she shared her blogger address with me today.
For many it is their interest, Karthik Thiruvannamalai for eg., an excellent cricket blogger. The guy is very passionate about the game and the Indian team, not to forget. I wouldn't be surprised if Prateek Gupta, my friend from Amrita took to blogging about his photography. I have seen him maturing to become a pro in this art.
There is this section of bloggers who love to blog about what they dislike or what they are disturbed about. Blogging in a sense has become a company to solidarity. This has proved a way for them to vent their anger and frustration. These are usually socially sensitive people. Mr. Anup Menon, my super super senior from Amrita, an excellent blogger himslf and a voracious reader, loves to take a dig into the prevailing social issues or things that he dislikes like blaring loudspeakers. :)

What we can actually see here from all the above mentioned examples is that Blogs have become reflection of mind and heart of every blogger! For some it is what they are but for others it is what they aspire to be. This wonder 'Blog' can add feathers to one's aspiration, paint it all colors and lift the spirits!

And for many like me it is nothing but 'The Resurrection Blog' or the Phoenix!

Cloud Nine

"I imagine myself dancing on cloud nine,
Waiting for the day, when I make you mine."

"Lost in Love"

I m so drenched in your love,
That my body is so numb,
I just can't feel any pain, everyone
Ohh! I have never been so stumped!

I wondered what it was,
a lovely peck on my cheeks or a soulful kiss?
Kept me afloat always it has,
as if I had a Chocolate swiss!

My eyes are wide open,
all love in my heart narrowed and steepened,
You are the only solution,
For my eyes' and heart's perfection!

Endless caresses,
Endless feelings,
All converge in our minds,
With the rendevouz of our souls!!

fl'u'bbergast

Ever watched the movie "The Absent Minded Professor"? An old one, I know, but worth watching. In fact the movie "Flubber" is a latest version of this movie. I am a big fan of this movie. The scientist's determination to do something good to this world, comes in the form of a chemical that he invents that has elasticity or "Spring Action". Well I don't remember if he saved the world or not, but he saved his favorite basketball team from losing. Awesome!! Imagination at its best!!

Have you ever felt the same? "Spring under your feet?" I do! Every time I get excited, I am on my toes, the spring coming to action. It starts with a mere push up of the heels, slowly and steadily raising the Achilles Notch, then Metatarsus lift followed by the bending of the Phalanges. The next moment there you are rising up in the air, literally jumping off your feet. Then you hear an inner voice in Punjabi,"Thalle aaja Thalle!!" :)

My heart bleeds for you amma..

My heart bleeds for you amma,
when you visit your mom when I was a kid,
My heart had never bled so much amma,
when my mischiefs brought me down with a thud..

My heart bleeds for you amma,
when you fall sick,
My heart has never bled so much amma,
when you hit me with a stick...

But this distance from you amma,
I miss you so much,
I yearn everyday for you amma,
to get your caressing touch...

My heart bleeds for you amma, My heart bleeds for you.