When I met them for the first time they were very hurt; they kept wailing aloud...They used a particular type of loud-crier –someone else termed it loud speakers!- which helped them achieve whatever they wanted....Whenever & wherever they got hurt they used this loud-crier at the top volumes & this smart and efficient use of the loud-crier fetched whatever they wished to have; and, they got hurt quite often! Years later when I met them again they were very hurt, again....!
They kept all their body sensors like ears, eyes, noses, hands etc. working 24 hours a day that they can get HURT! These people always kept E.N.T. specialists handy every second of their lives; even inside their private toilets they kept these E.N.T. specialists ready that they never ever miss an opportunity to get themselves hurt, due to any chance-problem that may impair their capacity to feel the CHANCY HURT COMING!
They recruited additional eyes, ears, noses, hands, skins in millions that they understand when, where & how to be hurt! They participated in the EXCLUSIVE TRAINING/COACHING CLASSES WHERE EXPERTS TAUGHT PEOPLE HOW TO GET HURT IN THE MOST EASIEST OF THE WAYS! Some people even spent millions for the sort of exclusive training, which only a couple of trainers conducted, all over the world, where they were very secretly & cunningly taught HOW TO GET HURT MOST PUBLICLY AND GRAB THE MAXIMUM ATTENTION EVEN WHEN/WHERE THERE IS NO HURT PRESENT & MAKE THE LOUDEST OF NOISES OUT OF IT! “FEIGNING THE HURT” was the name of the rarest of the rare course they attended, spending millions!
A famous female film star of Tamilnadu said something about sex, marriage & life a couple of years ago and she was dragged, step by step, even to the highest of the courts of India, the Supreme Court Of India, by some of these Excellently Trained Hurt-People, who GOT EASILY HURT by her statement! She spent a couple of years promenading the court-corridors, spending money, time & effort, till at last she was set free by the Supreme Court, WHICH STOPPED THE HIGHLY CAPABLE & SENSITIVE HURT-STALKERS, MIDWAY!
When the Computer Companies dump their third grade, fourth grade & fifth grade computers in the Indian market, charging hefty premiums, NOBODY ACCUSES THEM SEVERELY BY THEIR COMPANY NAMES OF CHEATING PEOPLE, as everyone is dead sure that THESE 7TH GRADE COMPUTER MAKER/SELLER CHEATS MUST HAVE HAD EXCLUSIVE TRAINING IN “GETTING HURT!” The great Food Inspectors in India painstakingly & putting their lives at stake seize rotten & non usable food items from famous food joints, restaurants, hotels etc NEVER TO PUBLISIZE THE NAMES OF THESE PUBLIC CHEATERS, THINKING ABOUT THE “HURT TRAINING” THESE CRIMINALS MIGHT HAVE UNDERGONE! Of all “THE HURT PEOPLE’ “THE MOST HURT” IS RELIGIOUS FANATICS, IT IS FOUND OUT BY A SCIENTIFIC STUDY! NO OTHER GROUP OF “HURT PEOPLE” CAN IN ANY WAY IMITATE THE HURT THESE POOR FANATIC PEOPLE FEEL!
It is very interesting to know that in India a bus conductor is hurt when he is called so; a goldsmith is hurt when he is called so; a stupid is hurt when called so; a murderer is hurt & his sentiments & prestige damaged when called so; a dog is hurt when called so; bribe collecting policemen are hurt when called so; if someone very correctly says a judgement is against all the sensibilities then the judge is hurt & action is taken against that man; when a terrorist is called so he is hurt badly; when Lord Sun is accused of the simmering summer he is hurt etc......Hence, from now on, we should not "call a spade a spade!” We can call a spade anything or everything but a spade in our HURT CULTURE! Call a spade a diamond, ace, king, queen or even a joker but never a spade, as it will surely hurt the sentiments of the spades world over & hurt them irreparably!
When asked what we can do ‘not to hurt these very sensitive people’ someone told that we should HELP THEM DO WHATEVER THEY DO, EVERLASTINGLY SUFFERING WHATEVER THEY DO WITH THEIR GOOD INTENTIONS THAT THEY MAY NOT GET THEMSELVES HURT AGAIN! IT IS EVEN STATED THAT THIS IS THE WORLD OF THE HURT PEOPLE, WHERE ALL THE OTHERS ARE REQUIRED TO SACRIFICE ALL THEIR EXISTENCE FOR “THESE POOR HURT PEOPLE!”
It is quite interesting & morale boosting to know that India holds the world record for providing living spaces for the most number of HURT PEOPLE, much more than any other country in the world can dream of! We should be very proud of our status in the world rankings! But, when I met these soft feeling, soft intended, soft hurt & soft soul people the very last time, THEY WERE VERY BADLY HURT!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
TU SLEAZE BADI HAI MAST MAST!
From Rupert Murdock to local news goons, everyone has embraced sleaze, day in & day out to further their interests, careers & businesses, all these decades of Knowledge Information Storms! They have sung the song “TU SLEAZE BADI HAI MAST MAST!” with all their souls involved & submerged in the perfect and unconditional devotion to this PIOUS WORD! People even created sentences like “With Great Sleaze Comes Great Readership/Viewership!” etc. Those people who had all the riches in their lives thanks to Lord Sleaze even Erected temples & churches in the Name of Holy Sleaze! And, sleaze became the rage of this era and the era came to be known in the history books as the ERA of SLEAZE or SLEAZE ERA!
New News Papers & News Channels ( or NEWS CANALS?!) which started with much fanfare proclaiming to offer News & Reports of good quality and accused all other existing News Papers & Channels ‘Sleaze Sellers’, soon turned to be SLEAZE PERSONIFIED, when they understood IT IS NOT KALIYUG but SLEAZEYUG! They started Page 3, Page 4, Page Sleaze etc. where they displayed sleaze in sleazy methods & angles! They made the public believe that Reading Sleaze is the ‘be all & end all’ of reading newspapers! The channels made their sleaze by having vulgar-clad hosts & anchors who rubbished out the worst of quality! They aired programmes like Miss Sleaze Universe, Miss Sleaze World, Mr. Sleaze Singer of the Year, Mr. Sleaze Unlimited, Mr. Sleaze’s Marriage Celebration, Ms. Sleaze’s Swayamvar etc! They made people understand what is sleaze is what is quality!
They produced quality programmes like “What Colour Her Undergarment Is?!”, The First Time She Talked ABOUT THAT!”, “Is It She in the Undergarment?-Exclusive!”, “Did His Undergarment Say Anything About the Female in his Life?-Exclusive!”, “Was It His or Hers?-Exclusive!”, “Find Out Who’s is THIS?-A Detective Story!”, “Does The Size Really Matters?-A Market Survey!”, “The Story of IT, When IT was not there-A Scientific Serial!”, etc! TRPs, Readership, Viewership and all sky rocketed & as it is known “all is well that ends well or Ends in the Sleaze Well, as is the SLEAZEYUG TAKE!” The Fourth Estate & the Channel People even opened special sections for collecting sleaze of various kinds! Exclusive Sleaze Shooting/Collecting Teams with Pin-Hole, Hi-tech cameras etc were employed with extremely decent pay packages! Some of those in the Sleaze Business even closed all the other sections of their news papers & channels and dedicated all the recourses at their disposal in the development of the one & only department they wish to have-the Sleaze Department! It is even rumoured that even the mighty 007 was, in the beginning, a sleaze collector of some media firms!
Some people wonder “What happened to the Censor Board, which is the supposed regulatory body for Sleaze Control!” Sensible people even think aloud that it is those people who televised the sleazy things should be penalised as it is immoral things’ public exhibition, though the word ‘immoral’ is an extremely relative term! One should always politely think about our great Morality Code Jockeys & Creators! It is amusing to note that the Code Jockeys & Creators of a particular time have always been great till it is their time to answer questions from the New Generation of Code Jockeys & Creators! Hence, we can sum up MORALITY AS SOMETHING WHICH IS ALWAYS THERE FOR ALL OTHERS & NEVER EXISTED FOR ONESELF!
When one Swamy’s bedroom was illicitly/illegally/stealthily scanned by the Sleaze Maniacs & they found the so-called Secret of the Swamy’s Act, those who aired the illicitly/illegally shot video of the Private Moments of Swamy (Of course what was done was done not in public but in private, enclosure room BECAUSE OTHERWISE IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN CONSIDERED IMMORAL PUBLIC CONCENTRATION DEVIATION BY THE MORAL CODE CREATORS!) should have thought whether it is in good taste to air the piece of sleaze provided & SHOULD HAVE SHOWN THE SENSE NOT TO AIR IT! Having sex has never been an illegal act, provided the participants attain certain age (This too changes from time to time & country to country!) & it is with mutual consent. No Great Moral Pandit or Code Creator thought why should one’s personal life to be scanned & exhibited without one’s permission etc!
Abstinence from physical pleasures has never been a pre-requisite for SWAMIDOM, from time immemorial! What Swamy did or supposed to have done never comes under the ambit of public interest; it is strictly personal! If what the Swamy has done comes under the ambit of public interest, let sleaze seeking people put cameras in every one’s bedroom –if not possible let us put the cameras in every person known to the public, at the least!- & air the material found, IN THE NAME OF PUBLIC INTEREST & CURIOSITY! Let us implant scanners in the brain to see & telecast what sleazy material the well known people cherish in their brains to spank them & if possible crucify them, IN THE NAME OF PUBLIC INTEREST! It should have been a huge relief for those Swamies of yester years that in those days there were no pin-hole cameras, hi-tech cameras, stings & most importantly, a WELL UNDEFINED PUBLIC INTEREST! Otherwise, the people in those times should have been forced to listen to thousands of stories, scoops, flash news, breaking news & all other sorts of Sleaze Material News and in one of which they must have seen the Great Sage Viswamitra resigning from his position after some EXTREMELY RIGHTEOUS PEOPLE, WHO ARE THE WATCH DOGS OF PUBLIC INTEREST, THROWING STONES AT HIS PARNASALA, AFTER WATCHING THE STING AIRED BY A SLEAZE CHANNEL IN WHICH A VISWAMITRA LOOK- ALIKE WAS FOUND IN A COMPROMISING POSITION WITH A MENAKA LOOK- ALIKE!
New News Papers & News Channels ( or NEWS CANALS?!) which started with much fanfare proclaiming to offer News & Reports of good quality and accused all other existing News Papers & Channels ‘Sleaze Sellers’, soon turned to be SLEAZE PERSONIFIED, when they understood IT IS NOT KALIYUG but SLEAZEYUG! They started Page 3, Page 4, Page Sleaze etc. where they displayed sleaze in sleazy methods & angles! They made the public believe that Reading Sleaze is the ‘be all & end all’ of reading newspapers! The channels made their sleaze by having vulgar-clad hosts & anchors who rubbished out the worst of quality! They aired programmes like Miss Sleaze Universe, Miss Sleaze World, Mr. Sleaze Singer of the Year, Mr. Sleaze Unlimited, Mr. Sleaze’s Marriage Celebration, Ms. Sleaze’s Swayamvar etc! They made people understand what is sleaze is what is quality!
They produced quality programmes like “What Colour Her Undergarment Is?!”, The First Time She Talked ABOUT THAT!”, “Is It She in the Undergarment?-Exclusive!”, “Did His Undergarment Say Anything About the Female in his Life?-Exclusive!”, “Was It His or Hers?-Exclusive!”, “Find Out Who’s is THIS?-A Detective Story!”, “Does The Size Really Matters?-A Market Survey!”, “The Story of IT, When IT was not there-A Scientific Serial!”, etc! TRPs, Readership, Viewership and all sky rocketed & as it is known “all is well that ends well or Ends in the Sleaze Well, as is the SLEAZEYUG TAKE!” The Fourth Estate & the Channel People even opened special sections for collecting sleaze of various kinds! Exclusive Sleaze Shooting/Collecting Teams with Pin-Hole, Hi-tech cameras etc were employed with extremely decent pay packages! Some of those in the Sleaze Business even closed all the other sections of their news papers & channels and dedicated all the recourses at their disposal in the development of the one & only department they wish to have-the Sleaze Department! It is even rumoured that even the mighty 007 was, in the beginning, a sleaze collector of some media firms!
Some people wonder “What happened to the Censor Board, which is the supposed regulatory body for Sleaze Control!” Sensible people even think aloud that it is those people who televised the sleazy things should be penalised as it is immoral things’ public exhibition, though the word ‘immoral’ is an extremely relative term! One should always politely think about our great Morality Code Jockeys & Creators! It is amusing to note that the Code Jockeys & Creators of a particular time have always been great till it is their time to answer questions from the New Generation of Code Jockeys & Creators! Hence, we can sum up MORALITY AS SOMETHING WHICH IS ALWAYS THERE FOR ALL OTHERS & NEVER EXISTED FOR ONESELF!
When one Swamy’s bedroom was illicitly/illegally/stealthily scanned by the Sleaze Maniacs & they found the so-called Secret of the Swamy’s Act, those who aired the illicitly/illegally shot video of the Private Moments of Swamy (Of course what was done was done not in public but in private, enclosure room BECAUSE OTHERWISE IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN CONSIDERED IMMORAL PUBLIC CONCENTRATION DEVIATION BY THE MORAL CODE CREATORS!) should have thought whether it is in good taste to air the piece of sleaze provided & SHOULD HAVE SHOWN THE SENSE NOT TO AIR IT! Having sex has never been an illegal act, provided the participants attain certain age (This too changes from time to time & country to country!) & it is with mutual consent. No Great Moral Pandit or Code Creator thought why should one’s personal life to be scanned & exhibited without one’s permission etc!
Abstinence from physical pleasures has never been a pre-requisite for SWAMIDOM, from time immemorial! What Swamy did or supposed to have done never comes under the ambit of public interest; it is strictly personal! If what the Swamy has done comes under the ambit of public interest, let sleaze seeking people put cameras in every one’s bedroom –if not possible let us put the cameras in every person known to the public, at the least!- & air the material found, IN THE NAME OF PUBLIC INTEREST & CURIOSITY! Let us implant scanners in the brain to see & telecast what sleazy material the well known people cherish in their brains to spank them & if possible crucify them, IN THE NAME OF PUBLIC INTEREST! It should have been a huge relief for those Swamies of yester years that in those days there were no pin-hole cameras, hi-tech cameras, stings & most importantly, a WELL UNDEFINED PUBLIC INTEREST! Otherwise, the people in those times should have been forced to listen to thousands of stories, scoops, flash news, breaking news & all other sorts of Sleaze Material News and in one of which they must have seen the Great Sage Viswamitra resigning from his position after some EXTREMELY RIGHTEOUS PEOPLE, WHO ARE THE WATCH DOGS OF PUBLIC INTEREST, THROWING STONES AT HIS PARNASALA, AFTER WATCHING THE STING AIRED BY A SLEAZE CHANNEL IN WHICH A VISWAMITRA LOOK- ALIKE WAS FOUND IN A COMPROMISING POSITION WITH A MENAKA LOOK- ALIKE!
Friday, April 2, 2010
EQUA LITY & THE 33% REVOLUTION!
All these days we have been continuously bombarded with the word EQUALITY! Sometimes, we even doubted whether we have unknowingly moved back to the times of the French Revolution! Everyone has become a subject expert & whatever one says has become the ultimate truth! Women, of all ages, levels, professions & of all standards have at the top of their voices screamed EQUALITY! Media trumpeted EQUALITY TO WOMEN...! Political godfathers & parties pained to prove themselves as the SAVIOURS OF THE WOMEN FOLK of the ENTIRE UNIVERSE! They were trumpeted as the SAVIOUR, these POOR, HAPLESS CREATURES HAVE BEEN WAITING ALL THESE MILLENIA! But, someone kept wailing at the Wailing Wall for HIM to come!
The POWERS THAT BE strived night & day to push the Reservation Bill & get it passed somehow, by hook or by crook! They burned midnight oil- at these times of oil price hikes!-to reach the ULTIMATE & ALL PURGING POINT OF FEMALE EQUALITY & EMANCIPATION! 33% reservation for women in the Indian Parliament became the Be All & End All of their existence! They screamed all over the media about the NEVER BEFORE BENEFITS POOR WOMEN FOLK WILL ENJOY JUST AFTER THIS 33% & THE EQUALITY THEY WILL ENJOY THE VERY NEXT MOMENT THE INDIAN PARLIAMENT PASSED THE 33% RESERVATION BILL! The experts wrote SERIAL ESSAYS in the news papers & magazines... the TV channels spent more than enough time to DISCUSS (Remember they never SHOTPUT or JAVELIN...THANK GOD!) the VARIOUS ANGLES OF EQUALITY & SOCIAL CHANGES THIS 33% EQUALITY BRINGS!
People find it easy to forget that there has never been such a thing as EQUALITY in Human History... And, more than anything else the word itself had been a misnomer of a thing which never ever existed on the surface of this earth! As, some intelligent mind has found out “It is some sort of a game (the Equality Game! – in which Blindfolded People Try To Catch A Non-Existent Black Cat, Inside a Dark Room!”) where people try to find THIS GREAT THING CALLED EQUALITY! The elected lions & lionesses of the Indian Parliament find themselves head over heel on this VERY SIGNIFICANT SOLE-ULTIMATE-MATTER IN THEIR EXISTENCE! They daily involve in their Word- Spitting-Competitions and then declare someone among them as the WORD-SPITTING-CHAMPION-OF THE DAY & rest for the day to come out again the very next day with full vigour & vitality to participate in the game again that SOMEDAY WILL BE THEIRS and their photographs will be printed out with the Greatest of all Tags for a Parliamentarian – THE WORD-SPITTING-CHAMPION-OF THE DAY!
What the present day Indian Public is witnessing -& at the same time they don’t understand too- is the near total destruction or sabotage of the entire system by the Present Day Elected Lions & Lionesses – supposing that we have a system at all!- as it is existing today, TO HAVE SOME JAI HOs while they slumber in their mansions & luxury vehicles; nothing more than that! Sabotaging the present system means taking back the system to where it all started thousands of years ago... that means BACK TO SQUARE ‘O!’ When this 33% of reservation is implemented, what will be the quality of the women who fill all the other positions, other than the gradually attained female parliamentary positions of the present? What sort of knowledge will they have to execute the responsibility they will be trusted with? Will they be able to do justice to the duty which will be entrusted upon them? Nobody thinks what will happen to a house which never had a foundation, leave alone strong foundation!? When the result of their action start to come out who will be those who will suffer & bear, as these people will be highly inefficient & incapable of driving an 8-Horse Chariot, as they never had the opportunity to even travel on a horse back! Of course, they will surely be controlled by the men folk who have the reins tightly in their hands & they will make these 33% do whatever they like to do. What we as Indians have to understand is that WE, THE PRESENT GENERATION & A COUPLE OF GENERATIONS TO COME ARE GOING TO SUFFER & SUFFER LIKE ANYTHING for an effort which might bear fruits someday in far distant future! IS IT SENSIBLE THAT WE SACRIFICE OURSELVES- THE PRESENT GENERATION & A COUPLE OF GENERATIONS TO COME- JUST TO KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF WE SACRIFICE OURSELVES, knowing fully well that WE HAVE JUST ONLY ONE CHANCE TO LIVE ON THIS BEAUTIFUL EARTH?!
It is high time we start thinking whether it is worth We, the present of India, sacrifice ourselves on the altar of insensibility, moral sub-standardness, brainlessness, political tunnel vision & a million other stupid things to SOMETIME GET 33% EQUALITY FOR WOMEN!? What we are allowing to happen, keeping ourselves mum, is something which will further the degradation of the existing political & governmental systems & make all the Indians suffer 24/7, without segregating men & women! Then the suffering won’t be 33%, it will be a wholesome 100% for all! And, we forget senselessly that buckets can’t be equal to brooms, apples can’t be equal to oranges, cars can’t be equal to helicopters & Jupiter can’t be equal to the Sun! We try to forget that what we are trying to do here is trashing buckets to shape them as televisions & melting a newspaper to make a water holding beautiful cup! And of course, we are trying to make Iddalies as Masala Dosais and Chappaties as Curries! The thinkers of the 33% Equality don’t like the idea or fact that, from Time Immemorial, sands were never waters or trees the birds in the skies! If these 33% Equality People wish to be named in the History as Visionaries and Be Thought of as Developers of Modern 33% Equality, it is always better for them to take time to understand that India is a country where one of the earliest of civilizations originated & has been growing without any pause or break and it is where most of the things Cultured Human Beings Stand for in the Present including Mathematics, Science , Astronomy, Ayurveda, Mind Studies, Yoga etc. started breathing real life thousands of years ago. Let them think whether our culture teaches us to pull a faster one to catapult our ego to establish ourselves as False Prophets of False & Non Existent Gender Equality or not?! In India, where no revolution has taken place till date & even evolutions have taken the longest of time periods, it seems highly suspicious that someone takes the fastest steps to give life to this 33% Revolution!
Some day we will read, if things are altered as these 33% Revolutionaries wish to do, an altered Mahabharata where Lady Krishna will tell Lady Arjuna to fight Lady Duryodhan & Other Ladies for Dharam/Dharma; or else we will see Lady Kunti single-handedly fighting the entire Kaurav Ladies and defeating them in the Mahabharata War! If the 33% Revolutionaries succeed, we will also see a Lady Vyasa writing a Lady Ramayana & a Lady Aryabatta finding out some mind boggling mathematical & astronomical novelties! We will even find A Lady Vikramaditya becoming the founder of A 33% Lady Maurya Empire! It will be a TOTAL or 33% LADIFICATION of Everything to do justice to the womenfolk who vanished from this Earth thousands of years ago! All these at the least 33% Equality, though someone will call it a FALSE EUNUCH EQUALITY, will be a 33% COMPENSATION for all the difficulties, problems & segregation womenfolk has supposedly suffered all over the world, all over the millennia! It is going to be written in the golden letters that THIS 33% EQUALITY IS THE FIND OF THE INSATIABLE & ADVENTUROUS SPIRIT OF THE LADY INDIAN CULTURE WHERE THE LADIES ARE ALWAYS 33% EQUAL!
The POWERS THAT BE strived night & day to push the Reservation Bill & get it passed somehow, by hook or by crook! They burned midnight oil- at these times of oil price hikes!-to reach the ULTIMATE & ALL PURGING POINT OF FEMALE EQUALITY & EMANCIPATION! 33% reservation for women in the Indian Parliament became the Be All & End All of their existence! They screamed all over the media about the NEVER BEFORE BENEFITS POOR WOMEN FOLK WILL ENJOY JUST AFTER THIS 33% & THE EQUALITY THEY WILL ENJOY THE VERY NEXT MOMENT THE INDIAN PARLIAMENT PASSED THE 33% RESERVATION BILL! The experts wrote SERIAL ESSAYS in the news papers & magazines... the TV channels spent more than enough time to DISCUSS (Remember they never SHOTPUT or JAVELIN...THANK GOD!) the VARIOUS ANGLES OF EQUALITY & SOCIAL CHANGES THIS 33% EQUALITY BRINGS!
People find it easy to forget that there has never been such a thing as EQUALITY in Human History... And, more than anything else the word itself had been a misnomer of a thing which never ever existed on the surface of this earth! As, some intelligent mind has found out “It is some sort of a game (the Equality Game! – in which Blindfolded People Try To Catch A Non-Existent Black Cat, Inside a Dark Room!”) where people try to find THIS GREAT THING CALLED EQUALITY! The elected lions & lionesses of the Indian Parliament find themselves head over heel on this VERY SIGNIFICANT SOLE-ULTIMATE-MATTER IN THEIR EXISTENCE! They daily involve in their Word- Spitting-Competitions and then declare someone among them as the WORD-SPITTING-CHAMPION-OF THE DAY & rest for the day to come out again the very next day with full vigour & vitality to participate in the game again that SOMEDAY WILL BE THEIRS and their photographs will be printed out with the Greatest of all Tags for a Parliamentarian – THE WORD-SPITTING-CHAMPION-OF THE DAY!
What the present day Indian Public is witnessing -& at the same time they don’t understand too- is the near total destruction or sabotage of the entire system by the Present Day Elected Lions & Lionesses – supposing that we have a system at all!- as it is existing today, TO HAVE SOME JAI HOs while they slumber in their mansions & luxury vehicles; nothing more than that! Sabotaging the present system means taking back the system to where it all started thousands of years ago... that means BACK TO SQUARE ‘O!’ When this 33% of reservation is implemented, what will be the quality of the women who fill all the other positions, other than the gradually attained female parliamentary positions of the present? What sort of knowledge will they have to execute the responsibility they will be trusted with? Will they be able to do justice to the duty which will be entrusted upon them? Nobody thinks what will happen to a house which never had a foundation, leave alone strong foundation!? When the result of their action start to come out who will be those who will suffer & bear, as these people will be highly inefficient & incapable of driving an 8-Horse Chariot, as they never had the opportunity to even travel on a horse back! Of course, they will surely be controlled by the men folk who have the reins tightly in their hands & they will make these 33% do whatever they like to do. What we as Indians have to understand is that WE, THE PRESENT GENERATION & A COUPLE OF GENERATIONS TO COME ARE GOING TO SUFFER & SUFFER LIKE ANYTHING for an effort which might bear fruits someday in far distant future! IS IT SENSIBLE THAT WE SACRIFICE OURSELVES- THE PRESENT GENERATION & A COUPLE OF GENERATIONS TO COME- JUST TO KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF WE SACRIFICE OURSELVES, knowing fully well that WE HAVE JUST ONLY ONE CHANCE TO LIVE ON THIS BEAUTIFUL EARTH?!
It is high time we start thinking whether it is worth We, the present of India, sacrifice ourselves on the altar of insensibility, moral sub-standardness, brainlessness, political tunnel vision & a million other stupid things to SOMETIME GET 33% EQUALITY FOR WOMEN!? What we are allowing to happen, keeping ourselves mum, is something which will further the degradation of the existing political & governmental systems & make all the Indians suffer 24/7, without segregating men & women! Then the suffering won’t be 33%, it will be a wholesome 100% for all! And, we forget senselessly that buckets can’t be equal to brooms, apples can’t be equal to oranges, cars can’t be equal to helicopters & Jupiter can’t be equal to the Sun! We try to forget that what we are trying to do here is trashing buckets to shape them as televisions & melting a newspaper to make a water holding beautiful cup! And of course, we are trying to make Iddalies as Masala Dosais and Chappaties as Curries! The thinkers of the 33% Equality don’t like the idea or fact that, from Time Immemorial, sands were never waters or trees the birds in the skies! If these 33% Equality People wish to be named in the History as Visionaries and Be Thought of as Developers of Modern 33% Equality, it is always better for them to take time to understand that India is a country where one of the earliest of civilizations originated & has been growing without any pause or break and it is where most of the things Cultured Human Beings Stand for in the Present including Mathematics, Science , Astronomy, Ayurveda, Mind Studies, Yoga etc. started breathing real life thousands of years ago. Let them think whether our culture teaches us to pull a faster one to catapult our ego to establish ourselves as False Prophets of False & Non Existent Gender Equality or not?! In India, where no revolution has taken place till date & even evolutions have taken the longest of time periods, it seems highly suspicious that someone takes the fastest steps to give life to this 33% Revolution!
Some day we will read, if things are altered as these 33% Revolutionaries wish to do, an altered Mahabharata where Lady Krishna will tell Lady Arjuna to fight Lady Duryodhan & Other Ladies for Dharam/Dharma; or else we will see Lady Kunti single-handedly fighting the entire Kaurav Ladies and defeating them in the Mahabharata War! If the 33% Revolutionaries succeed, we will also see a Lady Vyasa writing a Lady Ramayana & a Lady Aryabatta finding out some mind boggling mathematical & astronomical novelties! We will even find A Lady Vikramaditya becoming the founder of A 33% Lady Maurya Empire! It will be a TOTAL or 33% LADIFICATION of Everything to do justice to the womenfolk who vanished from this Earth thousands of years ago! All these at the least 33% Equality, though someone will call it a FALSE EUNUCH EQUALITY, will be a 33% COMPENSATION for all the difficulties, problems & segregation womenfolk has supposedly suffered all over the world, all over the millennia! It is going to be written in the golden letters that THIS 33% EQUALITY IS THE FIND OF THE INSATIABLE & ADVENTUROUS SPIRIT OF THE LADY INDIAN CULTURE WHERE THE LADIES ARE ALWAYS 33% EQUAL!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
www.johnsonvonline.com
I have decided to host a website, www.johnsonvonline.com, which will present my whole existence-my thoughts, beliefs, philosophy, ideas, statements, past, present & future- in a very comprehensive, simple, effective, expansive & different way! I would try to present myself as wholly as possible that I think, it can/will do something very creative & positive to the entire humanity.
I will add photos, voice-articles, videos, one-liners, quotes, written articles, lectures given (sometimes shortened versions when it is deemed suitable!), useful links of thoughts & things, significant incidents worth notifying, my views & opinion etc to my website. I wish to extensively discuss the facts & fiction of LIFE and bring forth Indian Philosophy & Thought to the fore, in the mind & thought of people of this world with the help of this website. By hosting the website "www.johnsonvonline.com", I wish to do something different & useful for the entire humanity that people LIVE A BETTER LIFE!
Now, the website is under construction & as soon as possible it will be placed on the net. Till then take care!
I will add photos, voice-articles, videos, one-liners, quotes, written articles, lectures given (sometimes shortened versions when it is deemed suitable!), useful links of thoughts & things, significant incidents worth notifying, my views & opinion etc to my website. I wish to extensively discuss the facts & fiction of LIFE and bring forth Indian Philosophy & Thought to the fore, in the mind & thought of people of this world with the help of this website. By hosting the website "www.johnsonvonline.com", I wish to do something different & useful for the entire humanity that people LIVE A BETTER LIFE!
Now, the website is under construction & as soon as possible it will be placed on the net. Till then take care!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
ANTONY. K. VADUKUT – MY PAPA!
In first of my memories, I still clearly remember, as a boy of 3 or 4, My Papa getting salutes from the blue-trousers-clad police of Bombay, in the early seventies, when we went for walking in the evenings....! They also gave salute to me as a generous gesture, as they were very fond of My Papa. Who was not fond of him...Everyone was fond of him...Because, he always had a very big heart. He never listened to his brain...He always listened to his heart...And, people found a great man in him, always. In those days, I was first in my studies & other activities like 100 metre dash etc. When I was in KG, I still remember the race I had in my school, to where My Papa had accompanied me. I started off to a flying start & went ahead & separate from the others running in no time...They were all well behind me...Then, that thing happened..I saw some good shaped pebbles on the middle of the running track; I stopped, bent myself & collected all the pebbles on the ground to finish last in the race....! I was happy that I could collect the pebbles...I didn’t give significance to the race over the pebbles... My Papa didn’t tell anything to me but he seemed to be enjoying the situation very well as he must have found the same heart of his beating inside me, putting the brain in a far distant second place...! He laughed & told the story of me & the pebbles for a lot of days wherever he went!
For him his heart was always the most & only important thing in his life. He did whatever his heart told him. He was educated, cultured, well behaved & above all the proud owner of a really BIG HEART! He worked with the Bombay C.I.D first & then joined Standard Batteries. He never hesitated to have a fight with anyone for the things he believed are right. I have heard that he even had bitter fights with the then labour union leader turned Indian Political Stalwart of later years George Fernandez & came out with his beliefs clearly established! He never feared anything & was adamant in his beliefs!
In the evenings, after his work in Standard Batteries, he returned home & went outside, with me following him like a loyal servant. He usually went to some of the liquor shops & had enough of the Burning Oil he wished to have; I was given boiled eggs, ground nuts & Coco Cola, as it was available in India at that time of our existence, as it was much before Morarji Desai banned Coco Cola & other international companies in 1978-79! One day, in one of our strolling in the evening, I grabbed the tail of a dog which was given something to eat at the liquor shop, and pulled with all my might. It responded by putting both of its paws on my face, just missing my eyes! The next day morning, around 3.30am, My Papa took me to some place, travelling on foot & then train, & there I was given a good & tasty ball of something with a bottle of soda that the paws of the dog stamped on my face had no effect! He never accused me or the dog for the incident as he was sure we both were right from our stand points-from the Angle of Heart, as I, as a child, had every right to pull the dog’s tail & the dog had every right to put its paws on my face! We both loved dogs....I always finding some street puppies & taking them home to the anger of My Mom! They were never allowed to enter inside home; hence, I kept them inside the small garden on the other side of my house & fetched something for them, most of the times, with the help of My Papa! We both were declared dog lovers, me & My Papa!
I remember, me watching My Papa going for work in those Bombay Mornings; I remember, I with my tiny friends waiting for My Papa to come home from work near the Victoria Terminus; I remember My Papa going to the famous shrine of Mahim a couple of times a month. I still remember a lot of things of those bygone days with clarity, where he is present, as if all those days were yesterdays! From Bombay he went abroad to Sharja & joined Techon International & we were sent packing to Kerala. He worked in right earnest & gradually found himself in the top most position of the company. He, sitting in his great position, took a lot of people, first his younger brother, then his elder brother’s children & then a lot of locals & those people who had problems in their lives to Gulf & provided them with good job & good salaries. He became PERSIA-KKARAN (THE MAN FROM PERSIA, THOUGH HE WORKED IN UAE!) ANTONY for a generation!
Whenever he came back home from Sharja it was festival in & around our locality. People poured in to meet him & tell their problems....financial problems....personal problems...& what not? He was there to console them & help them out of the problematic situations which they stated they were in! He gave them money without any conditions...And, he gave them a lot.....! He helped them out in all the ways he could. He thought all people were genuine & honest to him and they had innumerable problems, which should be mitigated forever....! He never used his brain to analyse their stories of grief & problem. As he was for all his existence, HE ONLY LISTENED TO HIS HEART-A REALLY BIG ONE! He never calculated though he had a small calculator near to him most of the time! His relatives, his relatives’ relatives, his friends, his friends’ friends, his neighbours, his neighbours’ neighbours, his subordinates, his colleagues and this man & that man and everyman who came to him had his magnanimity felt in their lives! He never asked them anything in return...he gave...he gave ....he gave away without counting & that too in rich abundance! And, he listened ONLY TO HIS HEART, never to his brain, despite having a quite good one!
While at home, resting after a year’s work at Sharja, in the morning he usually started his stroll, after having breakfast @ home, with his 10-15 loyal friends or else we should call them drunkard friends! He paid all the bills they incur in the bars they visited, from morning to late night! He also showered them with enough money that they could live the next 12 months with ease till his arrival from Sharja next time, when they could restart all these things again! It was festival when he was home! When cars were a rarity we had 3 or 4 cars belonging to us. When colour T.Vs, Telephones & Gas Stoves were rarities, we had all these things in our house; we were one of the very few persons around with gas stoves in our house, when gas connections were almost unheard of. I remember people from 1 or 2 kilometres from our house coming to watch T.V & even sleeping in our house, after watching some really special programmes aired in those days! I remember those days when I had to walk one or more kilometres to deliver/pass the message which somebody asked us to deliver to some unknown person/s as the very privileged persons who had telephone @ home! And, the telephone number was ‘413’, just 3 digits & we had to book a ‘Trunk Call’ & wait for an unspecified time to make a call even to Bombay or Sharja!
My Papa had a good collection of Malayalam & Hindi songs (cassettes) which made me like songs & singing! He, I think, had a good voice too, which I heard usually when he went to take bath in the mornings! He sent me stamps of different countries that I own a decent collection. He brought new chess board with magnets attached below the chess coins & presented me with a Yonex bat to play shuttle badminton, the first ever in my locality, way back in 1984! He must have influenced me a lot & molded my character, now I reckon; but I never knew it consciously! We had dogs at home, remembering those good old Bombay days, when 24/7 I followed My Papa, like his shadow, in the evenings. Then, one day he arrived, all of a sudden, from Sharja with just a suitcase full of documents & a small bag of used dress after resigning from his job, as it always had been, LISTENING TO HIS HEART! He was around 45 at that time & that was his declaration of retirement! He must have wanted to live with the family & live on what he had earned till that day. But, what he didn’t calculate was, given his nature, it was to be a Himalayan task to move on as he had been living till that moment! But, he was never to listen to anything other than his heart!
PART 2 FOLLOWS.........
For him his heart was always the most & only important thing in his life. He did whatever his heart told him. He was educated, cultured, well behaved & above all the proud owner of a really BIG HEART! He worked with the Bombay C.I.D first & then joined Standard Batteries. He never hesitated to have a fight with anyone for the things he believed are right. I have heard that he even had bitter fights with the then labour union leader turned Indian Political Stalwart of later years George Fernandez & came out with his beliefs clearly established! He never feared anything & was adamant in his beliefs!
In the evenings, after his work in Standard Batteries, he returned home & went outside, with me following him like a loyal servant. He usually went to some of the liquor shops & had enough of the Burning Oil he wished to have; I was given boiled eggs, ground nuts & Coco Cola, as it was available in India at that time of our existence, as it was much before Morarji Desai banned Coco Cola & other international companies in 1978-79! One day, in one of our strolling in the evening, I grabbed the tail of a dog which was given something to eat at the liquor shop, and pulled with all my might. It responded by putting both of its paws on my face, just missing my eyes! The next day morning, around 3.30am, My Papa took me to some place, travelling on foot & then train, & there I was given a good & tasty ball of something with a bottle of soda that the paws of the dog stamped on my face had no effect! He never accused me or the dog for the incident as he was sure we both were right from our stand points-from the Angle of Heart, as I, as a child, had every right to pull the dog’s tail & the dog had every right to put its paws on my face! We both loved dogs....I always finding some street puppies & taking them home to the anger of My Mom! They were never allowed to enter inside home; hence, I kept them inside the small garden on the other side of my house & fetched something for them, most of the times, with the help of My Papa! We both were declared dog lovers, me & My Papa!
I remember, me watching My Papa going for work in those Bombay Mornings; I remember, I with my tiny friends waiting for My Papa to come home from work near the Victoria Terminus; I remember My Papa going to the famous shrine of Mahim a couple of times a month. I still remember a lot of things of those bygone days with clarity, where he is present, as if all those days were yesterdays! From Bombay he went abroad to Sharja & joined Techon International & we were sent packing to Kerala. He worked in right earnest & gradually found himself in the top most position of the company. He, sitting in his great position, took a lot of people, first his younger brother, then his elder brother’s children & then a lot of locals & those people who had problems in their lives to Gulf & provided them with good job & good salaries. He became PERSIA-KKARAN (THE MAN FROM PERSIA, THOUGH HE WORKED IN UAE!) ANTONY for a generation!
Whenever he came back home from Sharja it was festival in & around our locality. People poured in to meet him & tell their problems....financial problems....personal problems...& what not? He was there to console them & help them out of the problematic situations which they stated they were in! He gave them money without any conditions...And, he gave them a lot.....! He helped them out in all the ways he could. He thought all people were genuine & honest to him and they had innumerable problems, which should be mitigated forever....! He never used his brain to analyse their stories of grief & problem. As he was for all his existence, HE ONLY LISTENED TO HIS HEART-A REALLY BIG ONE! He never calculated though he had a small calculator near to him most of the time! His relatives, his relatives’ relatives, his friends, his friends’ friends, his neighbours, his neighbours’ neighbours, his subordinates, his colleagues and this man & that man and everyman who came to him had his magnanimity felt in their lives! He never asked them anything in return...he gave...he gave ....he gave away without counting & that too in rich abundance! And, he listened ONLY TO HIS HEART, never to his brain, despite having a quite good one!
While at home, resting after a year’s work at Sharja, in the morning he usually started his stroll, after having breakfast @ home, with his 10-15 loyal friends or else we should call them drunkard friends! He paid all the bills they incur in the bars they visited, from morning to late night! He also showered them with enough money that they could live the next 12 months with ease till his arrival from Sharja next time, when they could restart all these things again! It was festival when he was home! When cars were a rarity we had 3 or 4 cars belonging to us. When colour T.Vs, Telephones & Gas Stoves were rarities, we had all these things in our house; we were one of the very few persons around with gas stoves in our house, when gas connections were almost unheard of. I remember people from 1 or 2 kilometres from our house coming to watch T.V & even sleeping in our house, after watching some really special programmes aired in those days! I remember those days when I had to walk one or more kilometres to deliver/pass the message which somebody asked us to deliver to some unknown person/s as the very privileged persons who had telephone @ home! And, the telephone number was ‘413’, just 3 digits & we had to book a ‘Trunk Call’ & wait for an unspecified time to make a call even to Bombay or Sharja!
My Papa had a good collection of Malayalam & Hindi songs (cassettes) which made me like songs & singing! He, I think, had a good voice too, which I heard usually when he went to take bath in the mornings! He sent me stamps of different countries that I own a decent collection. He brought new chess board with magnets attached below the chess coins & presented me with a Yonex bat to play shuttle badminton, the first ever in my locality, way back in 1984! He must have influenced me a lot & molded my character, now I reckon; but I never knew it consciously! We had dogs at home, remembering those good old Bombay days, when 24/7 I followed My Papa, like his shadow, in the evenings. Then, one day he arrived, all of a sudden, from Sharja with just a suitcase full of documents & a small bag of used dress after resigning from his job, as it always had been, LISTENING TO HIS HEART! He was around 45 at that time & that was his declaration of retirement! He must have wanted to live with the family & live on what he had earned till that day. But, what he didn’t calculate was, given his nature, it was to be a Himalayan task to move on as he had been living till that moment! But, he was never to listen to anything other than his heart!
PART 2 FOLLOWS.........
ANTONY. K. VADUKUT – MY PAPA - PART II !
Things started to change...slowly! Truck load of things, which he used @ Sharja arrived @ Cochin harbour in a couple of months after his return; but that was never to reach our home as listening to some tricky-heart melting story, he had given all those things to one of the subordinates he had in his company, almost for nothing. That shameless man came to our house one day & invited us to his house; we went there in our car and had tea with his family, as a token of his love for the things he got from My Papa! We never met him in our entire life, again! He continued with his spending & he continued helping people as immensely as he had been doing all his life. He believed the money he had earned will last for 3 generations, at the least! He helped people who asked for help & he invested money in businesses where he had little knowledge, only to help people & save them from drastic situations. As usual HE NEVER CALCULATED or LISTENED TO HIS BRAIN! He never distrusted people & was there for them whenever his help was required. But, the people as they are never were thankful to him, as they BELIEVED HIS HELP & INVESTMENT IN THEIR DISASTORUS INVESTMENT PROPOSITIONS AS THEIR BIRTH RIGHT! Most of the time he drew a blank, investing in unknown (to him!) businesses to help people! People who came, asked & had his money for almost free in their businesses cheated him day in & day out; & he continued trusting them as no man has done before! In 3 years almost all the money he had amassed had gone disappearing. His income was almost to nil. His drunkard & disloyal friends still had something or other from him...His friends & relatives too shamelessly squeezed whatever they could from him.....He continued spending the last pennies......!
All his life he had been GIVING; and he never knew or learned to ASK! People ill treated him, cheated him, tricked him right & left.....And he never complained! We, too had our problems & difficulties mounted to Himalayan proportions; My Papa was careless, as he thought there will come a way out, out of the blue.....! But that day never came! Our family struggled...struggled to no end....! As time rolled on nobody was his friend...all the tail wagers had gone into thin air...forever! With his knowledge, experience & efficiency in the managerial sector, he joined Muringur Divine Centre-A religious rehabilitation centre- near Chalakkudy in Thrissur district & involved in the activities there, as a service to the society! As is his efficiency & experience, he rose to a dignified position there, in no time. After spending around 10 or so years @ Muringur, he shifted his work ground to an orphanage in Alway, in Ernakulam district. He was playful always...made & told good jokes as well! Once, when I was on my way to pick one of my friends from the Nedumbassery air port, I saw My Papa going in the direction of Alway on a moped, the same direction I was travelling, where he was staying at that time; we crossed him @ a crowded junction and moved ahead as we were already late. But, when we reached the very next junction we got ourselves into a traffic jam due to a bus accident. As we waited there, I saw My Papa, whom we covered kilometres ago pass us on his moped and vanish in the distance as there was enough room for the moped to move on; I remembered the day I stood picking up the pebbles & lost the race, eons ago in Bombay; I thought he out ran me with his moped! I used to call him on his mobile as I am settled in Bangalore for the last 6 years....Usually, he too called me & we had good chit chat over the phone. But, sometime when I called him he would not take the call; then after some time, may be 1 hour or so, he would call me back.....then, I would not take the call....then, after 15 or 30 minutes I would call him....then he would not respond....It was some sort of a game, like Hide & Seek, I thought he was interested in.....! I voluntarily obliged to My Papa’s game!
I too didn’t fall pretty behind in the games like this; 3 & a half months back, in November 2009, I with my wife Varsha of whom he was very fond of, my sister Reena & my friend whom more than three years ago I went to pick from Nedumbassery Airport when My Papa overtook me on the moped, went to give a surprise visit to My Papa @ the orphanage @ Alway where he was spending his time. I called him up on his mobile 09744830091 & made certain that he would be there when we reach there without intimating him about our imminent arrival. But, when we arrived there he was not there; just 10 minutes ago he had gone to a nearby Ayurvedic Treatment Centre to have a body massage, which he had been undergoing for the previous 3-4 weeks. We told the priest running the orphanage to keep our arrival a secret. He arrived after 30-45 minutes & he was surprised to see all of us there unannounced. We were given food & after spending another hour or so with him we returned!
That was my last visit to Kerala....In the month of November 2009. I was completely involved in the work of the organisation I work for, Unicorns International, all these months. I travelled a lot....I met a lot of people, as usual...Some time I thought of going to Bombay with My Papa again that we could travel the Old Memory Lanes Together Again! One year back, in April or May, I even suggested this to My Papa to which he talked positively. But, the trip didn’t have taken place; hence, I occasionally thought about that. After my return from Kerala in November last, in December My Papa was hospitalised due to some problems with his kidneys. After the treatment he was brought back home to recuperate & regain his health. As Naturopathy was introduced along with Allopathic / English Medicine, he was not given his favourite food items & he was totally restrained from having His Favourite Burning Oil! He didn’t like all this.... He complained against the uselessness of the treatment without giving him his wish list of food items! He didn’t like Allopathic or Naturopathic Medicine. As he was The Man of His Heart & never his brain, he wished aloud for his favourite dishes & didn’t like to take medicine. Then, he had a scar on his left foot, due to scratching & it didn’t cure as he had Diabetes and he refused taking medicine regularly. As usual, he talked with people who came to see him with a pleasant face, as he had been doing all his life. I remember, his face was pleasant always.....in good weather & in bad...the pleasantness was always there!
On 2nd of this month (March, 2010) I was travelling on train to Kerala again. At 9.58am, sitting inside the Island Express, I selected My Papa’s mobile number 09744830091 on my mobile & pressed the call button for a second & disconnected it the very next second. I thought, I should not inform him of my coming to meet him....Sometime he might not take my call as he may play his favourite game of Hide & Seek with me. Why should I give him a surprise as he would surely be waiting for me there at home.......? In the night of March 1st he had asked My Mom to fetch his slippers that he was going, to which My Mom told something in the negative & went to take bath. But, when she came back My Papa was gone....Never to wait for My Mom to bring the slippers for him! He knew he was going; that’s why he asked for his slippers...He simply went to the other side....HE DID WHAT HIS HEART TOLD HIM.......He never listened to others & his brain and when he felt like doing something, HE DID THAT...ONLY LISTENING TO HIS HEART! He walked from this life to another one wearing no slippers, with a pleasant face, registering complaints against no one & listening only to his heart, that too A REALLY RARE & BIG ONE! But, he forgot to take his calculator with him as he went walking with no slippers on, as I found out when I reached home; it was placed forgotten on my cot, in my room; of course, of what use it had been for him in his life? Hence, it can be that My Papa might have left it on my cot deliberately.
When I reached home he was lying down in the coffin, waiting for me .........his eldest son with whom he played games of various sorts....in time....I thought this one another game of sorts he invented to surprise all....After a couple of minutes of my arrival the coffin was lifted & I held the coffin on the right side of My Papa’s head....the face was pleasant as usual....He lied there well dressed with shoes on, no slippers. He weighed quite a lot & we were 8 persons who carried the coffin & only I understood that it was the weight of his REALLY BIG HEART. Then we reached the parish church & after the rituals inside the church went to the grave yard for the LAST PART OF MY PAPA’s MORTAL JOURNEY. The coffin was lowered near his grave & then the lid of the coffin was closed & the coffin was lowered into the grave & the grave was closed. My Papa -Not My Papa whom I knew- was there inside the grave but My Papa I knew, I realised, was somewhere around.....He might ring me up from somewhere someday to plan about our much delayed journey together to the Memory Lanes of Bombay... I realise, when the next time I go to the airport @ Nedumbassery I might see My Papa overtaking me on his moped... I know, when & if we go to the orphanage he spent his time @ Alway again, we will be told that My Papa has gone outside just now and will return soon, to be surprised by our visit. And, when he fails to pick up my call on his mobile 09744830091, I know pretty well that he is playing his usual games with me, as My Papa had been all my life and he will ring me up after some time.....!
All his life he had been GIVING; and he never knew or learned to ASK! People ill treated him, cheated him, tricked him right & left.....And he never complained! We, too had our problems & difficulties mounted to Himalayan proportions; My Papa was careless, as he thought there will come a way out, out of the blue.....! But that day never came! Our family struggled...struggled to no end....! As time rolled on nobody was his friend...all the tail wagers had gone into thin air...forever! With his knowledge, experience & efficiency in the managerial sector, he joined Muringur Divine Centre-A religious rehabilitation centre- near Chalakkudy in Thrissur district & involved in the activities there, as a service to the society! As is his efficiency & experience, he rose to a dignified position there, in no time. After spending around 10 or so years @ Muringur, he shifted his work ground to an orphanage in Alway, in Ernakulam district. He was playful always...made & told good jokes as well! Once, when I was on my way to pick one of my friends from the Nedumbassery air port, I saw My Papa going in the direction of Alway on a moped, the same direction I was travelling, where he was staying at that time; we crossed him @ a crowded junction and moved ahead as we were already late. But, when we reached the very next junction we got ourselves into a traffic jam due to a bus accident. As we waited there, I saw My Papa, whom we covered kilometres ago pass us on his moped and vanish in the distance as there was enough room for the moped to move on; I remembered the day I stood picking up the pebbles & lost the race, eons ago in Bombay; I thought he out ran me with his moped! I used to call him on his mobile as I am settled in Bangalore for the last 6 years....Usually, he too called me & we had good chit chat over the phone. But, sometime when I called him he would not take the call; then after some time, may be 1 hour or so, he would call me back.....then, I would not take the call....then, after 15 or 30 minutes I would call him....then he would not respond....It was some sort of a game, like Hide & Seek, I thought he was interested in.....! I voluntarily obliged to My Papa’s game!
I too didn’t fall pretty behind in the games like this; 3 & a half months back, in November 2009, I with my wife Varsha of whom he was very fond of, my sister Reena & my friend whom more than three years ago I went to pick from Nedumbassery Airport when My Papa overtook me on the moped, went to give a surprise visit to My Papa @ the orphanage @ Alway where he was spending his time. I called him up on his mobile 09744830091 & made certain that he would be there when we reach there without intimating him about our imminent arrival. But, when we arrived there he was not there; just 10 minutes ago he had gone to a nearby Ayurvedic Treatment Centre to have a body massage, which he had been undergoing for the previous 3-4 weeks. We told the priest running the orphanage to keep our arrival a secret. He arrived after 30-45 minutes & he was surprised to see all of us there unannounced. We were given food & after spending another hour or so with him we returned!
That was my last visit to Kerala....In the month of November 2009. I was completely involved in the work of the organisation I work for, Unicorns International, all these months. I travelled a lot....I met a lot of people, as usual...Some time I thought of going to Bombay with My Papa again that we could travel the Old Memory Lanes Together Again! One year back, in April or May, I even suggested this to My Papa to which he talked positively. But, the trip didn’t have taken place; hence, I occasionally thought about that. After my return from Kerala in November last, in December My Papa was hospitalised due to some problems with his kidneys. After the treatment he was brought back home to recuperate & regain his health. As Naturopathy was introduced along with Allopathic / English Medicine, he was not given his favourite food items & he was totally restrained from having His Favourite Burning Oil! He didn’t like all this.... He complained against the uselessness of the treatment without giving him his wish list of food items! He didn’t like Allopathic or Naturopathic Medicine. As he was The Man of His Heart & never his brain, he wished aloud for his favourite dishes & didn’t like to take medicine. Then, he had a scar on his left foot, due to scratching & it didn’t cure as he had Diabetes and he refused taking medicine regularly. As usual, he talked with people who came to see him with a pleasant face, as he had been doing all his life. I remember, his face was pleasant always.....in good weather & in bad...the pleasantness was always there!
On 2nd of this month (March, 2010) I was travelling on train to Kerala again. At 9.58am, sitting inside the Island Express, I selected My Papa’s mobile number 09744830091 on my mobile & pressed the call button for a second & disconnected it the very next second. I thought, I should not inform him of my coming to meet him....Sometime he might not take my call as he may play his favourite game of Hide & Seek with me. Why should I give him a surprise as he would surely be waiting for me there at home.......? In the night of March 1st he had asked My Mom to fetch his slippers that he was going, to which My Mom told something in the negative & went to take bath. But, when she came back My Papa was gone....Never to wait for My Mom to bring the slippers for him! He knew he was going; that’s why he asked for his slippers...He simply went to the other side....HE DID WHAT HIS HEART TOLD HIM.......He never listened to others & his brain and when he felt like doing something, HE DID THAT...ONLY LISTENING TO HIS HEART! He walked from this life to another one wearing no slippers, with a pleasant face, registering complaints against no one & listening only to his heart, that too A REALLY RARE & BIG ONE! But, he forgot to take his calculator with him as he went walking with no slippers on, as I found out when I reached home; it was placed forgotten on my cot, in my room; of course, of what use it had been for him in his life? Hence, it can be that My Papa might have left it on my cot deliberately.
When I reached home he was lying down in the coffin, waiting for me .........his eldest son with whom he played games of various sorts....in time....I thought this one another game of sorts he invented to surprise all....After a couple of minutes of my arrival the coffin was lifted & I held the coffin on the right side of My Papa’s head....the face was pleasant as usual....He lied there well dressed with shoes on, no slippers. He weighed quite a lot & we were 8 persons who carried the coffin & only I understood that it was the weight of his REALLY BIG HEART. Then we reached the parish church & after the rituals inside the church went to the grave yard for the LAST PART OF MY PAPA’s MORTAL JOURNEY. The coffin was lowered near his grave & then the lid of the coffin was closed & the coffin was lowered into the grave & the grave was closed. My Papa -Not My Papa whom I knew- was there inside the grave but My Papa I knew, I realised, was somewhere around.....He might ring me up from somewhere someday to plan about our much delayed journey together to the Memory Lanes of Bombay... I realise, when the next time I go to the airport @ Nedumbassery I might see My Papa overtaking me on his moped... I know, when & if we go to the orphanage he spent his time @ Alway again, we will be told that My Papa has gone outside just now and will return soon, to be surprised by our visit. And, when he fails to pick up my call on his mobile 09744830091, I know pretty well that he is playing his usual games with me, as My Papa had been all my life and he will ring me up after some time.....!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
THE EXPERTS OF THE WORLD!
When I was young I could make out those things that were beautiful from that were not! I seldom made a mistake. My friends of the same age too had this brilliant capacity to identify any beautiful thing with their naked eyes! In those days there were no complications. I think it was a very simple era. It was a very straight forward, very non intricate & very normal era. In those days when we said the flower was beautiful, without any confusion there stood a beautiful flower with nobody contesting otherwise...If someone said there was a beautiful girl near his house we always found a beautiful girl there....If somebody those days said they went to a beautiful picnic place everybody understood that they went to a beautiful picnic place...yes ...everything was as simple & understandable as that. And, no one in those days said there lived a very beautiful girl next to his house & found out a cinder wench when one really met her.
But all that changed quite some time ago! As some one stated much earlier, the time of the specialists came! And whenever someone wanted to comment on anything he or she always withheld the comment till he or she found an expert and got his or her opinion! Today, nobody dares to utter even a word about anything without consulting an expert & it became a rule that without an expert's advice even a hen can not be called a hen &a bullock a bullock! The time has changed & it is the era of the so called experts without whom the life has become meaningless and utter waste! Hence, this era has got the tag "the expert era” or “the age of the experts!” What is interesting in this era is that without these experts here, the things are not the things they seem & feel to be! Without these experts nothing is what they are taught or presented to be. Its experts all the way...here ....there & everywhere.....!
Now, everything stands changed... A rose is not beautiful & a rose is not a rose at all if the expert says otherwise; a butterfly is not beautiful if the expert says otherwise; a light-tinted cloud & the rainbow are not beautiful if the expert says otherwise! One is forced to become aware of the all powerful existence of the expert in any field & every field. One become owe-struck when there is an expert present. When Dr.Faustus brings back Helen of Troy from the nether world we wonder whether to exclaim her as beautiful, goddess like etc in the all consuming presence of the expert. If he says ok it is wonderful-aloud for all of us common folk! When on sees the mighty Himalayas one looks around cautiously to check whether there is an expert around, before exclaiming in wonderful delight! All it takes to proclaim the pyramids wonderful is an expert's opinion; and, take note you are not entitled to comment without getting the comment of the expert first!
When Susmitha Sen, Aiswarya Rai & others became beauty queens in the bygone era the people understood that they were beautiful; people could see & appreciate their beauty without the expert breathing down one's neck! When Padmini, Vijayanthimala, Hemamalini & others scorched the silver screens we were in a position to understand they were beauties of their time, and, of course, without the interference of the experts! All those things are past now. When the beauty queens-selected of today walk before us we doubt from which angle their beauty is seen or rather FOUND OUT?! What sort of an expert would he be who selected this apparition as beauty queen, we-common people- often pose the question. The expert claims that it is the angle of her jaw & the squint in her eyes & her social inferior standing & a million undecipherable oddities & eccentricities that are the qualities which made her beauty queen! Now the common man understands painfully that the BEAUTY IS NO MORE BEAUTY BUT STATISTICS & EXPERTS! And, statistics can be used to prove anything right or wrong anytime or with statistics one can prove anything!
Hence, one should be prepared to appreciate a handicapped, half-burned faced cinder wench as the beauty queen as the crown is for her deformity & the pathetic state she is in & HER COURAGE TO FIGHT THE ODDITIES IN HER LIFE! That is right according to the expert panel as THE BEST CLIMBER AWARD SHOULD BE GIVEN TO SOME ONE WHO LOST HIS LEGS WHILE CLIMBING A TREE TO RESPECT HIS COURAGE TO MOVE ON IN HIS LIFE. THE BEST SINGER AWARD SHOULD BE GIVEN TO THOSE WHO GET MAXIMUM NUMBER OF Rs 6/- SMSs & SOUND LIKE A BUFFALLO, as the criterion is the fighting spirit & courage they show to sing before an audience, despite having a very low class voice! Hence, we should bear that skinny, anorexic, ghostly looking, scantly-clad calendar girls the experts say beautiful a little more; hence, we should be prepared to eulogise those models that are not better than beggars, as they are highly praised & appreciated as beauties by our dear experts! We should all join courses that teach us how to appreciate beauty even where there is not even an iota of it! Hence, I didn’t find it difficult to understand & awkward when I saw someone staring at a barren rock, in the middle of a desert & exclaim aloud it was the most beautiful thing in the world, as I saw an expert whispering something in his ears!
But all that changed quite some time ago! As some one stated much earlier, the time of the specialists came! And whenever someone wanted to comment on anything he or she always withheld the comment till he or she found an expert and got his or her opinion! Today, nobody dares to utter even a word about anything without consulting an expert & it became a rule that without an expert's advice even a hen can not be called a hen &a bullock a bullock! The time has changed & it is the era of the so called experts without whom the life has become meaningless and utter waste! Hence, this era has got the tag "the expert era” or “the age of the experts!” What is interesting in this era is that without these experts here, the things are not the things they seem & feel to be! Without these experts nothing is what they are taught or presented to be. Its experts all the way...here ....there & everywhere.....!
Now, everything stands changed... A rose is not beautiful & a rose is not a rose at all if the expert says otherwise; a butterfly is not beautiful if the expert says otherwise; a light-tinted cloud & the rainbow are not beautiful if the expert says otherwise! One is forced to become aware of the all powerful existence of the expert in any field & every field. One become owe-struck when there is an expert present. When Dr.Faustus brings back Helen of Troy from the nether world we wonder whether to exclaim her as beautiful, goddess like etc in the all consuming presence of the expert. If he says ok it is wonderful-aloud for all of us common folk! When on sees the mighty Himalayas one looks around cautiously to check whether there is an expert around, before exclaiming in wonderful delight! All it takes to proclaim the pyramids wonderful is an expert's opinion; and, take note you are not entitled to comment without getting the comment of the expert first!
When Susmitha Sen, Aiswarya Rai & others became beauty queens in the bygone era the people understood that they were beautiful; people could see & appreciate their beauty without the expert breathing down one's neck! When Padmini, Vijayanthimala, Hemamalini & others scorched the silver screens we were in a position to understand they were beauties of their time, and, of course, without the interference of the experts! All those things are past now. When the beauty queens-selected of today walk before us we doubt from which angle their beauty is seen or rather FOUND OUT?! What sort of an expert would he be who selected this apparition as beauty queen, we-common people- often pose the question. The expert claims that it is the angle of her jaw & the squint in her eyes & her social inferior standing & a million undecipherable oddities & eccentricities that are the qualities which made her beauty queen! Now the common man understands painfully that the BEAUTY IS NO MORE BEAUTY BUT STATISTICS & EXPERTS! And, statistics can be used to prove anything right or wrong anytime or with statistics one can prove anything!
Hence, one should be prepared to appreciate a handicapped, half-burned faced cinder wench as the beauty queen as the crown is for her deformity & the pathetic state she is in & HER COURAGE TO FIGHT THE ODDITIES IN HER LIFE! That is right according to the expert panel as THE BEST CLIMBER AWARD SHOULD BE GIVEN TO SOME ONE WHO LOST HIS LEGS WHILE CLIMBING A TREE TO RESPECT HIS COURAGE TO MOVE ON IN HIS LIFE. THE BEST SINGER AWARD SHOULD BE GIVEN TO THOSE WHO GET MAXIMUM NUMBER OF Rs 6/- SMSs & SOUND LIKE A BUFFALLO, as the criterion is the fighting spirit & courage they show to sing before an audience, despite having a very low class voice! Hence, we should bear that skinny, anorexic, ghostly looking, scantly-clad calendar girls the experts say beautiful a little more; hence, we should be prepared to eulogise those models that are not better than beggars, as they are highly praised & appreciated as beauties by our dear experts! We should all join courses that teach us how to appreciate beauty even where there is not even an iota of it! Hence, I didn’t find it difficult to understand & awkward when I saw someone staring at a barren rock, in the middle of a desert & exclaim aloud it was the most beautiful thing in the world, as I saw an expert whispering something in his ears!
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