The Duality of the Great Indian

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Disclaimer : For those who easily take offence, GTFO, right now.  I’m serious. Fuck off. Read on, only, and only if you can take criticism and react positively to criticism.

India is  a multicultural, multilingual, “secular” and *add innumerable “good” adjectives here* country. No, I’m not (yet) criticizing our country. We are a diverse country, and we’re proud of it. Because we live in peace and harmony, right? WRONG. India is extremely good at accommodating our diversity, but there is one sphere that is still far behind. The mind barrier. Yahan do Bharat bastey hain. (Here live two Indias.) There is the average “big town” Joe, who likes to have a few drinks on Saturday nights (lol, few), laugh at genuine comedy ( read: Jay Hind!, AIB, TVF, stand ups etc ), watch couple viral awareness videos and then go about his usual week, and talk about how “aware” he has become.
Then there is the other Indian. One who’s unacknowledged by the towner. Or rather, IGNORED. He’s the one who goes about promoting Indian values. Who treats women like shit. One who makes the towner ashamed of his country, and makes him run out of the country like plenty of the NRIs.
Again, to the offended, this is a generalization. Come on, you’re not ashamed of your cuntry!
You should be, BTW, if I didn’t make it clear. Yes, you, silly bastard, you’re the one responsible. Not that other guy. Who? The big town Joe. He sits on his fat ass, spending his father’s money, complaining about the government, and his country’s people. And then run off in his little Hyundai i10 or for the empowered, the big ol’ Mercedes.What have I done, you ask? SIT ON YOUR FAT ASS ALL LIFE LONG, MOTHERFUCKER, THAT’S WHAT YOU DID! Awww, you feel guilty, don’t you? You don’t? Get the fuck out then, criticize me now! Don’t read the rest of it, just take shit out of context, and kill me with it!

That was pretty intense, wasn’t it? No, that was just a little demonstration of the rage inside the “enlightened” Indians. Who? Those who care. But we sit on our arses, and crib. Complain. And go about, because it doesn’t affect you directly, and you have your whole life to live. First, you’ll do your degree and watch a couple people get consumed by rapes and violence. Then do a job/start a business. And watch a couple more get consumed. Then grow old and say “I’m too old for this shit, I’m gonna die soon anyway!”
This is our problem. Innumerable NGOs, yet not enough for the huge country that is ours. We need our people. We need our people to come together and protest, just like the Delhiites did for Nirbhaya. I feel, the only people outside of dedicated social work, making a difference, are our comics. We have plenty of things to work for! Neither are the comics, nor the NGOs enough. We won’t be able to make a difference till we come together. It’s my humble request to my fellows. Get up, stop worrying about your future, ’cause it’ll be as fucked as it is today, if you don’t get up and do something.

My Son would Never Rape a Woman

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Epiphany in the Cacophony

sad-alone-cute-girl-waiting-someone-window My son would never rape a woman. It is brutal, disgusting and immoral. He simply isn’t capable of such a thing. She has obviously enticed him. __________________________________________________________

She was at the club when it happened. Short black dress, tall black drink. She stood in the middle of the dance floor, moved her hips slowly. She made eye contact with him. She even smiled. He walked up to her and asked her to meet him at his car. When she declined, he grabbed her arm.
And what a scene she created! She fought, screamed and kicked. You want this, he told her as he pulled her out of the club. NO, she screamed, yelling as he dragged her to his car. You don’t know what you want, you’re drunk.

She sat alone in the parking lot a few hours later. Disgusting girl, she reeked of smoke and alcohol. What…

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Love in India.

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Wrote this about a month or two back. Found it in my laptop recently. Well, stand true yesterday, today, or tomorr.

 

Countries like India, who define cultural and religous diversity, also are the countries that define segeragation. Talking about religous diversity, while on one hand, Hindus, Muslims, Jains, Christians, Sikhs, Budhdhists, Baha’is and even Jews are present in India, and they do mingle, but on the other hand, each community is afraid of making stronger bonds with the other, giving various religous and otherwise reasons.

While Indians may seem to think that India is better in diversity than the Western countries ( how much ever diplomacy I might put on, that’s true, Indian are very competetive people, sometmes even where there is no competition. ), it actually is not true, taking in account the fact that Western countries are now pretty much relaxed about religous/cultural/racial intermingling. In a country where slavery of Africans was predominant, today we see people of mixed ethnicities. And Indians are still afraid of marrying a person of another caste. And on the broader prospect, some people still discriminate based on cast. There’s a hostility between communities, like Hindus and Muslims, or Marathis and Biharis. While half the world is focussing on how to help the world socialise and connect better, Indians are still fighting over politics, and regional segregation ( trying to prove their regional ethnicity as superior ). I’m not saying that the USA is perfect or the UK is perfect. I condemn the recent incident about the Indian woman strip searched in the USA. But, their tolerance is still way ahead ours. Their policy and implementation is appreciable, they’re protecting their country from another 9/11, but their methods most certainly are not. As a matter of fact, in comparison ( of security policies and their implementation ), it is as easy for a local terrorist to plant a bomb, as it is to buy weed in the USA. While their are cells to prevent these from happening, these events do take place. Yes, timelines differ for the two activities, and so do their consequences, and probably my comparison was exaggerated, but I stand by my point.

Anyways back on the topic, Indian society is what I’d call a hypocrite. Believe it or not, this supposed diversity is India’s special thing.
Now, my religion itself has certain teachings that are ojectinable to certain people. A Muslim cannot drink alcohol, cannot marry someone outside his faith, and a Muslim woman should wear hijab. And to be honest, each of these are non-optional! But, just like the hijab, it’s a person’s choice to stand by it or not. A Muslim knows the consequences of drinking, and still many of them do. The world is full of people who don’t follow certain things of their religion and how much ever people might condemn it, in the end no one gives a damn. But when it comes to love, relationships and marriages? “Couple killed in Haryana, belonged to different villages.” Girl commits suicide because family didn’t allow inter-religion marriage.” “Couple eloped after families disagreed for marriage.” Finding these headlines is as easy as finding hay in a haystack. Why this hypocrisy? Why, India, why?

The Pause.

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You wake up one day. Out of the blue, you have an impulse to do something. And the longer you ignore it, the stronger it becomes. For most of us, it’s not easy to ignore impulses. Especially bad ones. But what about the ones that your intellect and mind both tell you are right? You have all your moral freedom about them. And once and for all, you follow your impulse. But what happens then? If the impulse was to buy a phone, you love it the first few weeks. If it was to have a chocolate, it’s value suddenly decreases when you’ve had it. But when this impulse is a bigger commitment, or at a larger perspective, then what? What I am talking about is what happened with me over the past few weeks. This blog was born out of an impulse. An urge to share my thoughts. My ideas. My likes and my dislikes. Maybe help a few people. And for the first 10 days or so, I gave my undivided attention to it. And look at it now. This is I guess the first post in about three weeks.
This makes me wonder. What keepa you going? It’s definitely possible to strive hard and believe you can succeed, be it anything. And honeatly, though it might not seem so, I’m passionate and proud about my writing. Then why do we give up?

Maybe because it’s the easier way out.

PS: A somewhat unrelated quote which a friend told me yesterday. I have no idea who said these golden words:

Do whatever you want in life. Just do it well.

Who are You?

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Sorry guys, haven’t been writing since some days. Got caught up.

So this Saturday, after studying mechanics straight 9-1, and programming 1-3, we finally had something different by the college. A guest lecture on “The Art of Self Management.” Just like one would expect, we walked in expecting another boring lecture on stupid stuff. But it wasn’t quite anything like one would expect. Now, we don’t have any non-Indian faculty, none that I have seen. Yet here he was, a white guy wearing a kurta and dhoti and a mala round his neck. Quite a fascinating sight for most Indians. Can’t seem to understand why. Maybe because Indians don’t really understand “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.” concept. But anyways, here he was. We all settled down. He’d written the words “Herd Mentality” on the board and on one side he’d written “7 mins”, “8 mins”, “9 mins” and “10 mins”. Now, speaking for myself, I was actually waiting for him to explain why he had written that. As, it happens in every class, people were huddling, chatting, texting. Suddenly he became hard on us and asked a guy who was talking on the phone or chatting to give him his phone. After repeatedly calling us buffalos, and telling us that we came 10 mins late, he started demonstrating how we’d been acting and how we reacted when we saw him in the class. He said that when you guys see a white guy, that too in this attire, you react as if you’ve never seen anything like it! Some people even ridiculed him, which they thought he didn’t notice. He also pointed out that we were basically laughing at our own culture. And then he explained it to us why these reactins were so funny. It’s ’cause they’re ridiculous! He also pointed out about how we all so rely on other people to do our work for us. We basically have someone cleaning our rooms, making us food, doing our laundry (though for us hostel people the laundry, at least, is self-done) etc.

And after much more comic relief, he came to the main point. Why do we go against our conscience and come late to class, and still act cool? Why do we think that it’s okay to do whatever everyone does? It’s cause of our “Herd Mentality”. And thus the term for us, buffaloes. All the buffaloes walking in one direction. In a herd. (This was just the first class of many.)

Why? Why’d we do it? True, as I quoted earlier, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”, but what about our own indivisuality? Does looking cool and trying to fit in really matter more than being yourself?

What do you do when you realise that you’re not yourself anymore?
Give it time to sink in. Think.

Rafiki’s Wisdom #2

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The Paradoxical Commandments
By Kent M. Keith

1. People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered. Love them anyway.

2. If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Do good anyway.

3. If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway.

4. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.

5. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway.

6. The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds. Think big anyway.

7. People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs. Fight for a few underdogs anyway.

8. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway.

9. People really need help but may attack you if you do help them. Help people anyway.

10. Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.

© Copyright Kent M. Keith 1968, renewed 2001
-Kent M. Keith, http://www.paradoxicalcommandments.com/

A Walk On The Beach.

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I remember the first time I went to a beach since I came to Mumbai last year. All my classmates who’re not from Mumbai ( including me ) were pretty much like tourists. We had to ask around for our ways to every other place. And we all were trying to get to know each other.

In all the excitement of discovering this “new” city, we all planned to go to the beach one day after college. Everyone excitedly grabbed rickshaws to the beach, and I, as always, ran to grab my camera from the hostel, and jumped into the second last rickshaw with a friend. We all reached the beach, and everyone was too excited, when this one girl took the lead and went up to the water. She walked ahead and I instantly took this opportunity of a photo as I saw it.
We went on to going knee deep in water, and then finally fully in water after a girl slipped into the water.. xD
To add to this, it started raining. I instantly fell in love with the weather. Soon enough, we all were tired and then we all just sat at a place where waves were comin onto us. There, sitting and chatting with friends, I had a thought which gree violently in my head. Just like the footprints in that pic I took were washed out by the water, almost everything changes and is forgotten about. And there I sat, thinking, “Nothing is Permanent.” And at that time, I was pretty much convinced that nothing really was permanent. That phrase dominated my Whatsapp amd Facebook Statuses, and it even became tge caption of that picture on my page!

This was about 5-6 months back. Now I sit here today writing this article, with more or less the same thought in my mind. Except that there’s something more. I had my ups and downs in these months, which seem like mountains and trenches right now, and probably a couple of years later will seem like no big deal. Or maybe not. But they have taught me something. It’s never to lose hope. And that’s what changes my thoughts.
There’s an old saying that “Don’t write your name on sand, it gets washed away, rather carve it i to a stone, it’ll stay there forever.” Now obviously, even rocks get withered away. But the point comes across. Most things are not permanent, but some things, like true love, are naturally permanent ( ofcourse, there has to be dedication there too ). While some other things, such as great deeds or work need te effort and hard work to be put into them to get carved. And when your name’s carved on the stone, people walking by will see it and appreciate the hard work and remember you. Well, I’m basically trying to put everything in a nutshell, I hope it doesn’t seem too vague to you. But hey, life ain’t easy. And to be great isn’t a piece of cake!

A walk on the beach can turn your life upside down. Who knew?