conpusions of India (literally :P)

We as the world’s biggest democracy has seen so many elections and so many leaders, our economy has reached new peaks, and we do claim to be the oldest of the civilizations that stands in par with The Egyptians and Sumerians, when the Europeans were hunting for their food, we were building ships and trading with the east, with such history one would expect us to be in the top of the food chain, The Big brother status of USA should only do us less credit, let us put such deserving thoughts aside for a while; I happened to witness the Presidential debate of the USA for the first time(Of course in TV) and was left in astonishment by the decency displayed by both the candidates and was even more baffled the next day to see the American news papers lashing out at them for certain remarks made and at the Moderator especially for not controlling the debate very well.

 The Reason why me in the first place presumed the debate as decent was because of my expectation of witnessing hair pulling and chair throwing which are the unique identities of an Indian Parliament session; A day without which any chosen public representative of Indian legislature will consider it his day off, A wasted day. Now let me come to the first point of the post, considering our long history as a society are we not supposed to love our fellow beings a little more? If given a chance should we not try and make the lives of our fellow beings a little better? We boast an economy growing faster than the Americans isn't it about time that no Indian sleeps with out his day’s bread, Isn't it about  time that each Indian writes and reads his own post card to his family(I happened to help an illiterate guy to write a letter at a post office, Didn't make me happy at all) and decide on his own, his vote.

Now again to the Presidential debate of the USA; When I saw Romney and Obama argue I saw two fellow Americans competing to help their country men, They both believe that the other guy cant do as well as himself, at least that is the posture they must maintain in order to win and to continue office,  How hopeless it is to hope for at least a posture, a gesture of doing good from the Indian politicians, I'm not scaling up to the levels of president or Prime minister(in the case of India), No, Not yet. can you question your Municipal Councillor ?? can a Indian point finger at his Municipal Councillor, no  and Yet we call it a free nation.

P.S: After all Indians get arrested for drawing cartoons

Any bloke will find this post discontinuous, erratic but i had to vent out my frustration and I did, so if you are searching for something good to read i’d suggest not to try this one, well this warning probably should appear in the beginning but it isn't which only means I really don't care,

Bazingggggaaaaaa :)  punks :P

This too shall pass.......

The talk of the country right now is our defeat in the hands of England and Australia in cricket, So much patriotism, so much frustration, The defeat indeed is seen as a blow to the Indian pride, Well, I dont think I can speak against the collective mindset of a Billion strong Indian population but I still can write something in my unnoticed blog and hope no one reads it and if someone read, I then will hope they will overlook an individual’s arrogance as pointless as anna hazare’s fasting by weighing it against the stereotyped society.

It doesn’t frustrate us that Pakistan has a big chunk of our country occupied, that the Lankans shoot our fishermen like they do away with rabid dogs or the demand of Chinese that arunachal pradesh is theirs only based on the fact that their noses are similar :P, yeahh righttt, if we let them have arunachal pradesh they’ll then ask for patent on all the hutch dogs, claiming their origin should be in china considering their height, after all hutch dogs are the second best thing Indians like, falling behind only by a thread against the Zoo zoo dolls

But we are busy, pelting stones on cricket players’ homes, Curse them over our dinner tables for losing matches and at other times when they dont lose much, we read the statistics and claim we are the best team in test, 20-20, best team in reaching the stadium first, fair play award for not stealing lolly pop from a stranded child and do further more research for awards. At this point I get a doubt,” what is the difference between us and the MGR university that gave doctorate to our “Ilaya thalapathi” Vijay”, NONE is the answer and that seals our fate, we have no future whatsoever.

After Anna Hazare, and the cricket catastrophes and the Government’s indifference to both, came the movie “Nanban”; another week of stupid Facebook status msgs from Vijay fans I will have to put up with, can’t really complain on that, at least it serves for the purpose of Facebook; I tell to myself, “this too shall pass”

”Miseries that come my way are blown away but only by something even worse”

All we need to forget what’s going on right now is another storm in Orissa or an actress’ marriage, an Honest Indian would say he’d rather prefer the former :P. We can’t really blame them can we? As “V” puts it effectively, “If you want to know who is guilty, you need only to look in to a mirror”

P.S: I am no different than any other below average Indian mind, which I am. I start writing something and wander around to something else, But that cannot be helped, I write rarely and I ought to cover everything, bear with me.

Wind chime gardens.......

Memories haunt and we dodge, life goes on, when walked long enough and once we turn around and search for the faces and moments, we find none; thats when the search for the lost memories start and they take it upon themselves to be as elusive as ourselves, for they are mere signatures of our lost past.

One might argue, to look back on memories is a pointless craving of an obsessed mind that can neither let go nor can move back since the commitments of the present are too valuable to lose, and I shall not counter argue;) the best thing about memories is they are chained with one other and a lone sit on your porch or a sip of a coffee on a ruined evening could trigger the reaction and worst thing about memories, the same.

The fall of the first domino, the fall of the last but I might stick with the wind chimes, too many metaphors are too hard to handle. Walking through a garden of wind chimes is a head ache, only the melancholy it triggers goes so deep, unravels hidden desires, forgotten pleasures of childhood, one will only find it too hard to resist. As the bitterness of coffee is an addiction , memories too are of the same kind, as bitter they are, as much our heart treasures it.

I envy people who have the ability not to look at their past or remember anything related and be able to stay away from the whirlpool of memories as if its their second nature, I wish I could at the least pretend the way they are, only to protect my eroded pride but find it a herculean task and sometimes almost happy not to have mastered the art, for the 'Hi's and 'Bye's still fills my heart and even if eons have passed I could never forgive myself if I've forgotten a friend's face or the way he was.

People are prejudiced about their memories just as they are about people around, drawing lines on bad ones and good ones, in the end indifference is the key to greatness, to inner peace, you are made up of the bad ones as much as you are made of the good ones, a honest man might disclose it is only an excuse for our inability to dislodge the bad ones, memories and people alike.

All I can tell is, to your memories, be like a God; do not answer them, do not obsess with them and do not let them go,If it makes any sense are not, that I cannot comment.





P.S: My jurisdiction is limited to writing, not to make sense or to whatever everyone else do.

Tales of navalur...

It is a war everyday in my mansion in navalur, on one side; me, my friends and tortoise or Allout probably and on the otherside our formidable enemies, The Mosquitoes assisted by the TNEB’s random powercuts. Its been a while I’ve become resistant to mosquitoes and fevers induced by mosquitoes just like any other Indian brought up in a suburban town but my new room mate who doesnt’t boast the same Might as myself came up with a new devise called a mosquito net which for two days almost proved effective but as it turns out mosquitoes found a way to break in to the expensive net that emptied his wallet and we the other guys who decided to wait and see if the net is effective found his lose to our common enemies very amusing.

For a lot of reasons I find navalur a very unsuitable place for living and trust me, mosquitoes are only the least of your worries when you are in navalur, for instance the roads that with the slightest drizzles becomes so much filled with muddy waters that makes one wonder if he should take a boat to office which seriously has been considered as a valid option more than twice after our evening gossip time.

Our food crisis is something I must bring to the table as an ardent eater and a very well known miser, I always find an optimum place to suffice the needs of my taste and to keep my wallet healthy and here in navalur up until yesterday I thought I was successful. Yesterday proved to be my worst nightmare, after pondering over the idea of ghee roast, I decided to give it a try but ended up smelling kerosene or something that smelled like kerosene all over my precious ghee roast. DOT to my love for ghee, the smell of kerosene is going to haunt me whenever I select Ghee roast from the menu.

And apart from all these unavoidable miseries of navalur, my mansion has a liking to strange people(to my friends:I’m not pointing at myself, Pls die) there was this guy who laughs when he sleeps and keeps his face in a strange posture that can scare any experienced ghost and make it scream its arse off, the guy came to be known popularly as “design designaa thoongaravan” and another guy who cleans his dinner plate as clean as any award winning dishwasher can with out using water and with his strange dressing sense and his liking to yellow and green came to be called as “ramarajan” :P.

I am not rude enough to suggest that there are no other places as disgusting as this, but I’m inclined enough to say by my three months stay that navalur is definitly in the race and ofcourse a very strong contender.

To anyone who have ideas of renting a room in Navalur I hope I’ve saved a few lives. And anyone who wishes to take up “New mens hostel”,please avoid room number:8,when there is power everywhere else, this room never fails to fail you and as a humble person who has stayed in that room for quite long I hate it from the core of my heart. and I have doubts that this room is haunted… :’(

Horizon of the caged birds.....

It is the caged birds that knows the value of the freedom the most, to have the wings and a heart to measure the skies but not the freedom to do so can break anyone’s soul, this is what our ancestors had to go through; not for an year, not for a decade but for two centuries they’ve been scorched by the raging battles and the chains of slavery had bound them to the grounds .
To have fought a battle for so long takes more than just guts, more than the raw craving for freedom, to stand the ground and fight a century old battle and to win it saps out one’s life force and it requires one to pass on the spirit to the next generation, I dedicate this post not to the leaders of the freedom movement but to the commons who stood the ground and took the beating, whose names and faces never reached any real fame but only seen as shadows of the charismatic leaders.
They never knew there will be a 15th august, they probably thought they were fighting a never ending battle and what might have been a mirage could have demoralised anyone but not this bunch of half starved illiterates which is what makes them the great men as they fit to be.
To those common people’s past we will dedicate the future of our country, any success we attain in the present and future is built over their past and the bloodshed. It is by remembering them, we shall rest their souls in peace.

Mission Impossible................

To compensate for our lack of spirit to deal with terrorists or for not having a heart for war,
We should really start making new strategies, IPL for an instance has given us a lot of strategies, when there is a crisis between India and Pakistan, we should reach a mutual agreement for joint auctioning of military and political personnels and India should buy the pakistan military general and president too, ofcourse if the price tag is affordable, but honestly speaking given to their limited wit and impotency(in actual combat) it cant be more than what owners paid for the cheapest IPL player(i have no idea who it is) and I really dont think Pakistan can afford our military generals and president or our prime minister since even our dumb wit MPs are worth 1000 of crores on their own and in an auction Pakistan will have to mortgage their remaining lands to America, I mean if there is anything left.
If we Tamils can accept Dhoni as CSK's captain, we Indians can accept an auctioned Zardari or kayani which is only a broader perspective:P and they can amuse us with their anecdotes about the art of playing double agent,peace in India, strike 1.
While the above strategy solves the problems in the subcontinent, we should do something about America's troubles with al-queda, after thinking it through I came up with an even easier strategy; we replace the "b" with "s" in the name,"obama", now how can al-queda ever have the heart to attack a country run by a person named Osama, atleast it will help the arab countries to feel a bit less threatened, which in turn will keep the crude oil prices at bay, world peace, thats strike 2.
And finally the major obsession of the UPA government over nuclear power plants, all the cabinet ministers and the primeminister and the head of the NAC, ms.Sonia gandhi should take turns living near a nuclear reactor or its even better if they run one in their own backyard, so as to prove their point on the safety of the radiation levels and to convince every other Indian citizen on the same, if they are not okay with it, its only fair a common citizen feels not okay with a nuclear reactor near his residence, and thats strike 3.

P.S: and yes, I do believe the crack down on ramlila maidhan is the modern day Jalian wala baag, and a sensitive chord of "right to expression" has been torn apart from the land which invented fasting as a way to protest.

cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate.....

Now that Osama is dead, citizens of United states shall sleep without fear, not that they weren't sleeping well all these days but death of such a fearsome terrorist is an added luxury just like having your own jacuzzi ;)(eppudiii). And obama will be very much relieved since there were speculations so dumb that he will be soft on Osama for their name's sake ;)(too dumb, even to my standards) and the timing of his death i should say is well doctored, US has already explained how the questioning of the detainees in guantanamo has helped to pin down the mujahideen, and now wikileaks stir on Guantanamo bay can be kept in check. As any tamil guy would say, "ore kallula rendu manga" :P
And our brothers of the past, pakistanis never fail to give us a hearty laugh, now by screaming that the proximity of the luxury residence to the high profile military academy is "unbelievably accidental" and as always his highness mr.Manmohan singh will find time to acknowledge the lie, in another cricket match most likely and this too might evoke jealousy in lankan sports minister's heart so he might claim the world cup since they won the toss fair and square but of course in the controversial second toss , nevertheless, i believe they deserve the cup with a crucial toss win.
On a more serious note, death of a terrorist such as Osama, is one less threat but more hatred and malicious intent planted in the hearts of his followers for desperation to avenge is the most lethal of all weapons. Its better to prepare for the worst rather than chasing the next al-quaeda head for another decade.
India on the other hand has taken a vow of silence; as a govt, on the issues of tamils, iraq and libya and wherever US is involved and as a prime minister the vow of silence has an extended list of A.Rasa, Kanimozhi, S-Band, Adarsh housing and endosulphan and God knows what more to come, so definitely we should be doing fine with out any external threats or any chance of more Osamas swarming on us, may be a veerapan-like terrorist and few naxals are a possibility but nothing our P.Chidambaram cannot handle.Its about time The USA, Pakistan and China understands the advantages of having a finance minister for internal affairs ;)(so much for experiments on UFOs, for a change try this)

And honestly I believe India should condemn the US intervention on pakistan's grounds atleast for the heck of it.
How else are we going to grow a spine.. :):)


P.S:Forgive me if I've somewhere swapped Obama for Osama or vice versa, absolutely not intentional ;):)