Monday, September 28, 2009

Let's burn Ravana this Dusherra

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Happy Dusherra! Hope this festival kills all the evil spirits and brings even more peace, happiness and prosperity in our lives. But I increasing feel there’s a burning need to burn the Ravanas we have been nurturing inside and around us for quite some time now.. more than just a symbolic show off - in the form of burning effigies of evils every year. Let's have a commitment with ourselves this time round and shall work towards uprooting these devils in and around us which're depriving us from growing up as a human being, as a professional and as a nation. As an Indian (and as a good human being above all) I shall be working on my below-mentioned weaknesses with immediate effect which would take me and my country forward and reclaim its greatness rather than not just referring to it in the books of history.

1. Overcome our aggression and develop more patience. We’ll save our energies, that we waste by losing temper while dealing in public and on the roads, for constructive things. We can be polite yet assertive.

2. Fight corruption. This is the cancer of our society. It can be eradicated with collective efforts only and each of us need to take this responsibility, and need to be vocal when we come across any instances of corruption in our daily life.

3. Courteousness. Honking on the roads, using disgraceful language in our day-to-day endeavors are two grey areas that could be immediately whitewashed. Even a dog doesn’t bark without any reason.

4. Let’s cultivate more professionalism. Better professionals mean more productivity. Let’s be punctual and do out piece of job diligently. That’s it and our country progresses by leaps and bounds.

5. Let’s get rid of cynicism. 'Never say what country has given us rather say what I’ve done for the country' says a great nationalist. We should carry out our day-to-day endeavors by analyzing how it’d help our country to go forward. Let’s not exchange national interest for 'my pocket', 'my assets' and 'my folks'.

6. Honesty. Honesty is the best policy in all the endeavors that we undertake during the day. Practising honesty is a win-win situation for all us as individual and as a nation.

7. Cleanliness. We’ve to work very seriously on this and the steps to be taken are very simple – just think before throwing/spitting carelessly anywhere – and soon we’ll find that all the streets and public places are clean like sparkle.

8. Ownership. It’s my country – this sense of belongingness is lost somewhere and we need to rejuvenate it. India is a great nation and the biggest democracy with integrity in diversity, and we should be very proud of it.

-Bete Noire

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Dilli 'Dilwalon' ki.. ya 'Paisewalon' ki?

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New Delhi – national capital of our great country – which wouldn't like to be rated any lower than other good metro cities of India (or other good cities of third world countries for that matter), but the shortage of very basic necessities (electricity, water, sanitation, roads) and lack of basic hygiene makes it next to hell for a ‘common man’. Further, this term ‘common man’ also is a very vague term which needs a separate write-up altogether. If we as a government and civic authorities can’t provide these very basic necessities and fundamental hygiene to the natives in our numero-uno city (forget about other second-line cities or countryside) then we have no right to iterate that we’re soon going to join the group of elite nations. I understand that the city bears a tremendous load of massive in pour of new entrants and climate change wreaking havoc with each passing day but just by erecting huge concrete jungle and wider roads alone would not lead us to the path towards developed society.

‘Dilli hai dilwalon ki’ is the common saying in here which I’ve been listening for quite some time now. However, I’ve no more concurrence with this statement off late. Rather I’d say ‘Dill tow hai paisewalon ki’ (translation). If you’ve bucks in your pocket things go so very smoothly else one has to die every moment to live in here. The gap between richness and poverty is huge and overwhelming.

However, this statement would be difficult to make for public figure (or the well known faces who interact with the ground realities on day-to-day basis) but I being one of ‘common man’, with few extra bucks in my petty, have had liberty of living in these dual avatars – as a ‘common man’ and as a paisewala - on and off for last few years, and also don’t feel any pressure while expressing my opinion on the same.

In my ‘paisewala’ avatar, I’m an executive of a big corporate house. I lead an outstanding life while on business – stay, dine in five stars, commute in luxury cars, shop in biggest malls and meet best breeds of the town – and the city appears to be a heaven on earth as no weather atrocities haunt me, no waiting/queues, no corruption, no poverty, no littering, all green all clean (clean Delhi green Delhi utopia comes alive). But, the very moment I switch to my second avatar (like Snow-white turns to rags once the clock struck 12) as I can’t afford ‘paisewala’ avatar in my real life and live in a small house in a very congested locality where frequent power cuts, water shortage, blocked drainage system, dug-up roads, with all dust ‘n smoke and bumper-to-bumper traffic jam is a everyday story and woos no one if one raises concern (thanks to our ‘sabb chaltaa hai’ attitude). Long ‘n never ending queues at each public offices, with corrupt babus/policemen opening up there greedy mouths every now and then, suddenly makes the life worse than hell in the same city which looked perfect in the first avatar (Is it one’s miseries paying for other’s happiness). Someone said born poor is not your fault but dying poor is of course, but it’s excessively difficult for a poor to lead a dignified life in this society of ‘heroes and zeroes’ (as Dr Kalaam says) where it’s very difficult to appear at the surface as heroes in this population rich country and where rift between riches and rags is increasing with unprecedented pace. Everyone is not a maverick and I still see hundreds of them around me killing their lives and skill in extreme poverty.

Though I soon switch to my first avatar, mostly for a longer duration, but the agony of the horrendous experiences I go through while being in ‘dilwala’ (or common ‘dilliwalla’.. however recent talks say there’re only a handful who really are dilliwallas, most of ‘em outsiders with no real attachment to it) keeps haunting me all through my days spent in my second avatar. I can’t stop myself scanning the faces that I leave behind while travelling in my luxury limo or the staff that keeps my grin intact by giving his/her extra, at that horribly unaffordable cost. We Indians believe in short cuts not because we don’t believe in long cuts but just because of the experience that long cuts are the hopeless option and would even cost a lifetime to get something done passing through the proper channel (we’re in herds not in numbers wherever you approach in public.. In Mata’s jagraata yesterday night people were fighting while queuing up.. for what? For paying donation and getting name announced in loudspeaker!) Most of us believe that the same is easily achievable with far less efforts by being “practical and smart” (I spent two years to get my passport without being assisted by a commission agent).

Basic hygiene is generally deeply rooted into the respective cultures though bit challenged by poverty and incompetent civic authorities (I find my pockets full of my kid’s candy wrappers by the end of the day as I often don’t find any litter-boxes in public places. I was stunned to witness devotees littering used ‘prasadam’ plates next to goddess idols, yesterday during Mata’s Jagraata in my locality, without any guilt feeling.. disgusting!) Thanks to the geographical position of our country and the element s adding up to the fast disruption of the ecosystem of this city that further adds up to our woes. History says this city was built seventeen times but I feel this would be the last iteration as we’re not building (of course building the concrete jungle!) rather destroying it’s ecosystem. Still the remaining greenery belongs the older period and we can count the leftover trees on fingers that too planted by our forefather. Which direction we Delhiites going?

‘Kal ho jayega’ is the common answer if one asks for the deadlines – completely unprofessional attitude and comes with the requirement of ‘chai-paani’ which’s the pre-requisite for even having a glimpse at your case file.

Littering and honking is a very common habit we’ve developed over a period of time and often I’m a subject of humor when people around me find me shying away to do so. It doesn’t raise an eyebrow if you violate these rules of basic hygiene (rather they may raise when we do so!) that turning our beautiful city into a garbage dump and water bodies to smelly drains. I turn the pages of history that tells Indus valley civilization was among one of the oldest civilizations that makes us proud.

Thanks to the rapidly changing climate, energy shortage and eating habits that further adds up to the aggression, impatience, unproductiveness we show in our daily life which’s synonym to our behavioral attribute. More than ¾ of our city population faces the curse of electric power-cuts every summer which’s getting longer every year. As most of ‘em can’t afford inverters and hefty electricity bills like few ‘paisewallas’). That’s a different topic that sill lot of electricity is getting stolen (I came across an article recently which says our 7000KMs coastline can contribute to 25% of our energy needs through wind energy and another big lot through solar energy, and provide us immense employment option). Look at the traffic intersection and especially the two-wheelers on regular office routes. Honking is a fashion statement (or a disease?) and bikers preferring car horns. Home minister asks Delhiites to practise basic etiquettes and groom good behavioral attributes in wake of forthcoming commonwealth games. We natives of great Indian subcontinent need to be taught that we should learn basic behavioral manners and that too for hosting an international event is extremely shameful.

As a country eyeing a developed status by 2020, do we still need to emphasize that we need round the clock power, at least in our metro cities, to thrive for that essential growth and stature (or to be really called a metro). If this ‘common man’ is not sleeping whole night due to these power cuts how are we expecting him to be productive next day? Do we still have doubts that we need proper public sanitation system and responsible public administration before even called developing nation?

-Bete Noire


Saturday, September 19, 2009

Celebration called life

I’m standing atop a double storey house in the middle of a very busy lower middle class colony amidst a very posh locality in the heart of New Delhi. Adventure with life's in full swing in here at every split second from first ray of light till midnight. Its second half of the day at the moment – post lunch session. Time of the day when only half of the population is actually at work (as half of us are sleepyhead after having out extra heavy lunch – Thaali) but still there’s no reduction in the rush in any sphere of life, whatsoever. I always wonder why our meals are so voluminous, extra oily and damn spicy whereas it should have more milder compared to others and more nutritious with lot of liquids in view of our geographical condition and considering how we generally behave on a typical day.

Life’s is dancing on the tip of a needle – there’s no scope for errors, one small mistake and it costs a life here. The other day we were talking about swine flu and it's impact in India. I laugh at the very idea of people putting a mask (as a fashion statement or what?) or rather flu bacteria would be confused whether to infect us or not. I used to hear the epidemics of cholera, small-pox, and malaria during the older days, and our elders have lost their beloved ones in quite a big numbers. I feel nothing much has changed since then in hygiene, except that we have vaccines ready for almost all those well known diseases, but health services are still pathetic and not accessible to the common mass.

I can see kids are playing in the middle of a very busy traffic which consists of all possible kind of vehicles. Dust is so thick and dense that I wonder how much percentage this dusty air is actually air (and how much finally oxygen?). I see people practicing zero tolerance everywhere, especially while driving - a biker's checking his front hood for dent, after hitting a cyclist head on, rather than checking for his well being after this big bang (anyways he has already cut his wrist badly). Everyone's honking every now and then, even if there’s no reason (I recall a roadside note some days back saying “honking is a disease” and I really feel that its a pandemic in India. Foreigners call us “noisy and smelly Indians” (this's atleast what I've been hear among the folks with whom I work). Yes, many of us are not very rich and can’t buy costly perfumes but we can atleast practise basic hygiene (‘Ittar’-traditional herbal scent still comes just for 10 bucks) and basic common sense (care for women and children?).

How cheap is human life and human emotions in here. I see two young guys fighting - tens of others joining in but what's this? Rather than put it off they are adding up to the fuel.. now I see a crowd of around hundred people having these two guys in the middle and both punching each other profusely and all watching with lot of fun. To my surprise no one is interested to put them to rest.. who cares? they’re getting a free show.. a free amusement fight club?
I’m stunned to see small kids crossing these roads (with no pedestrian care – what’s pedestrian care btw they’d ask me if I intervene). I’m stunned to find that they’re touching and eating so very dirty things that I wonder what would happen had we exposed the kids of developed nations to the similar circumstances. Body’s immune systems is beyond anyone’s understanding- if we care for it, it goes out of our control and when we surrender to it due to dire compulsions then nature takes care of it keeps itself intact even in most unhygienic situations (however it doesn’t give any excuse to the inefficient administration due to which these situations prevail here).

'Struggle for survival of the fittest' is the perfect statement for the chaos I see in front of me. I see a ‘sense of urgency’ on every face and feel that the ‘peace of mind’, ‘sense of satisfaction or gratification’ always missing from all these faces. Everybody is just rushing for somewhere or something.. there’s a tremendous rat race going on every minute but at the end of each such rat race starts yet another rat race and it keeps going on and on and on, taking each one of us to even more higher level of frustration, even more thirst and even more gloomy faces appear. Kids are growing faster, rather I’d say joining this struggle race bit earlier than we did. They’re talking all materialism earlier than ever before and adopting this artificial life as a fashion statement even before actually perceiving it, and loosing the charm of life sooner than later.

“Celebration called life” is ultimately getting lost in this survival struggle. We may feel that we’re getting benefited out of it but actually loosing on the social front massively. There’s no value for human life and emotions here.. Human life and emotions cost nothing here.. We’re just concentrating on accumulating wealth and that too in quickest possible time, and while doing so we’re missing the very essence of life – Celebrating the festivity called life.

-ANSI

Thursday, September 10, 2009

I salute you Mehdi

I salute you Mehdi Hasan.. I've no words to describe you..

Souls like you gently appear in this world, shower these heavenly bits on us and disappear without making a fuss.. I don't have words how to thank you for the changes you bring in me and the emotions you create in heart.. you just hypnotize me you make me a good human being. should I call you a mere human or or a supernatural force that has the charisma to manipulate me the way you want.. I fail to understand how you characters emerge from the mud, acquire these great skillsets from nowhere and become the greatest epitomes. I hear that music is god.. music is heavenly.. music has no language... music is peace.. music is this and music is that.. When I listen to you or to my god Nusarat, I feel that I'm in a completely different world and you steer me the way you want.. I've no knowledge of music but the words coming out of your throat teach me everything all sorts of emotions start flowing inside me and you attain the position much much higher than god inside me.

I thank you from my eternal heart for all that you, and all the musicians of your stature, have done to the music.

-ANSI