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.

The Sunset Obsession.

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Imagine you’re on a date with your partner. What do you see? If not for the most of you, atleast for me there’s a key element. It’s an open sky, and to be more specific, a sunset. To be more elaborate, a table for two at a beach house patio, with a clear view of the sunset. That’s where I’d want to take my girlfriend/wife on a date.

There’s something about sunsets that entices me. I mean, when are sunsets a bad setting? Date with your partner, or a chat with a friend, or fun evening with friends at the beach, or a lake boating trip. And to add to love for sunsets, my current city, Mumbai and my hometown, Bhopal both have amazing sunset vantage points. Be it Juhu Beach or the Upper Lake, be it Carter Road or VIP Road, be it Marine Drive or Kaliyasot Dam. I love sitting at these places and enjoying my sunsets.

Now as I promised, this post is also a chance for me to show off my photography to you, and also, these picture’s will give you a clear idea of what I’m been blabbering about.

Upper Lake, Bhopal
One of my favourite sunset pictures that I’ve clicked.

Beautiful, isn’t it? Oh, and that island you see in the background? That’s the Takiya Tapu, the name people usually don’t know it by, it’s just known as the mazaar (mausoleum) of the Upper Lake. A Sufi saint by the name of Shah Ali Shah used to live in solitude on that island in the 18th century, and people never dared to go there. After his death, his grave was dug at the island. It was only recently that the mausoleum was built.

Mausoleum of Hazrat Shah Ali Shah.

Oh right, I was talking about sunsets. I’ll write more if I do write a Tour Guide on Bhopal. 😀 Another sunset in Bhopal is at Kaliyasot Dam, knows among youngsters as KD.

Now I don’t have a sunset picture of that place ( note to myself : click one ) but I do have a sunrise picture here. : ( http://instagram.com/p/baAlfAtl2Z/ )

Now coming to Mumbai, my personal favourite is the sunset at Carter Road. This is probably the most famous place for coffee and food in the evening in West Mumbai.

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And the most famous Juhu Beach, sadly I don’t have a picture there too. I shall add it and repost this as soon as I have one, but nothing for now. Till then Google is your friend. 😛

I think I’ll sign off here. Just go and salvage what’s left of my Sunday.

Until next time, goodbye!

What Are We Afraid Of?

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Humans are always fearful. It’s a natural tendency to be scared of something threatening. In fact, fear is a basic survival instinct.
Some of us are afraid of ghosts, some of spiders, some of heights, some of death, some of darkness.
But I’m talking about deeper fears here. Fears that are more ethereal than real. I’m talking about emotional fears.

I say big things, and probably exaggerated stuff for an 18 year old, but I do have big fears. I’m afraid of being left alone, I’m afraid of the mere notion of loneliness. As opposed to people who generally, or even sometimes like being in their own company, I dread it. Because at one point or the other, you run out of things to do, or rather lose interest. And then you crave company. At least, I do.

But that’s way smaller than the fear we all have. The fear of screwing something up. Even the person who doesn’t give a fuck about anything starts to care about something or someone at one point in their lives. And that fear of letting that thing that you care about get hurt/damaged, fucks with your brain. Like, literally. Now what comes after that depends directly on how you take that fear as. The driving motto you take after that. Do you say, “I won’t let my fears come true.” Or you say, “I won’t let my fears come true.”
If you go for the first way, you end up letting your fears get the best of you. And you end up obsessing about those fears, and in the end, losing to your fears.
If you go or the second, you focus on your determination, you overcome your fears.

Just realised that all this was for all kinds of fears. Fear of heights, public speaking, commitment, losing someone, etc.

But after writing whatever I just did, a thought popped up in my mind. Isn’t it all futile in the end? Even if you do lose to your fears, you learn a lesson. And sometimes, whatever you do, those fears do come true. Maybe when you fear the obvious. Before you react, I never said give up and don’t do anything. Maybe this was my mind’s way of complicating it’s philosophy of “living in the moment.” Or maybe it was just my mind tryna forget about some things. Maybe. Something’s messed up in my top floor. Lemme go check it out. Music therapy maybe.

And yes, if you got anything to share, comment!

Until next time, bye!

Living The Different Life.

The Different Life.

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We Indians are used to a certain kind of life. Well, atleast Indian teenagers, in general, are. Living with family, at ease, with no worries. They do their own thing. And as people say, most teens are rebels. Mindless, yet rebels.

But when the time comes to go to college, the teenager is excited. Wants to leave home. Travel to a new city, and feel free. And that is the journey I’ve started just a whie back.

Hailing from The City of Lakes, Bhopal, I’m now in The City of Dreams. Mumbai. Which is like a heaven for a photographer/gamer/party-goer/good scorer guy like me. ( Yeah, that’s me, if you haven’t read the About Me page yet! ) Well, except, maybe it’s not. Still tryna figure that out.

Oh yeah, this blog. It might interest you, might not. I intend it to be a pinch of life trouble, with a strong concentration of photography…. Erm.. related.stuff. With a smell of humour and some more of gaming shit. Erm. Got confused somewhere there. Anyways. More bullshit posts to come. 😀

Living The Different Life. ^_^