Mile sur mera tumhara

Hi again.

Things have moved, changed at a speed that would be insulted if I would call it breakneck. Had not had the time (or inclination) to write in a long time. Never felt like it. Good excuse you may say but the creative minded would understand what I am trying to say.

The world around forced me to get back to writing. Not all that's happening in my life but what has been happening in the world. It feels like the world is going up in hate. Between countries, between states, between cultures, between..... people.

The prime differentiating quality of the human race is the uniqueness of each member, the beauty of being human lies essentially in being different. Then why on earth are weso hell bent upon using these differences as a bone of contention betwen us?

Watching the news, I feel people have become shameless enough to make the ultimate sacrifice sound frivolous. People who have been chanting the mantra of regionalism idealise all the wrong heroes. All those that created strife become idols while all those that rose up in their fields with hard work and dedication are subjected to insult and those that laid down their lives are made a mockery of.

While the world prays for heroes like Hemant Karkare and Tukaram Omble, some have been vile enough to make fun of or nit pick in their sacrifices. My hate for people like the Thackerays would have lessened if they would have been sensible enough to honour these great men (Marathi manoos both) or used their positions to see to it that their families were well taken care of.

I am appalled! At people who are mongering hate when there are better things to be done with their time. Even more at those that swallow it and have nothing better to do with their lives than burn cars, pelt stones and such over non issues. A lot more at the government who has not been able to bring them to book. The Indian Constitution forbids any sort of discrimination on the basis of religion, region, gender or language, then why are these people allowed to go scot free even when they have been responsible for the deaths of so many people?

I wonder at how these people are able to sleep at night. Atleast for me, I have trouble getting to sleep if I hurt someone's feelings that day. These guys have blood on their hands and still they seem unruffled.

Where has the solidarity of the Indian nation vanished? The concept of 'many people, one nation' seems to be lost in the noise of regional and religional voices. I really feel we should make all these people sit down and watch 'Mile sur mera tumhara' over and over and over again till they realise the importance of peace.

'Mile sur mera tumhara' essentially describes the feeling and meaning of being Indian and on a very broad perspective, being human. The fact that we are all different yet we can live in harmony with each other is simple to read but difficult to understand for a lot of people it seems.

They should be made to cook all sorts of food, it is only then that they will realise that it is only when all the spices mix together that it makes for a truly delicious dish!

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Yup, u read it right, this post has no title to define it. Just some randomn thoughts put together.
HT has excellent blogs. Loved reading them today. Liked Poonam Saxena and Naomi Canton best. Read naomi's wierd dating experience. Reminded me of one such "lover" that I had 2 years ago. Weirdo. What business did he have snooping around on my sister's profile after I had clearly told him to get lost. Got stuck to me like Feviquick.
Lot of people I know who get stuck to u like the proverbial superglue. Aargh! Trouble to get loose from them. Can't seem to take the hint. I once ended up saying bye to this girl 5 times before she finally let me go.
Kinda like those tele callers. Why on earth would a student wanna listen to home loan schemes or investment programmes but no, they switch on like a record player without a stop button.
Reminds me I gotta check if my all-in-one is working fine. Got it repaired a few days ago. Awesome gadget. Fulfills my gratification for music.
Hindi movie music these days is just soooooo much like noise. Ok leaving out respectable Rehman melodies. Rehman's an awesome musician. The world finally woke up to him with Slumdog. Good movie that. Loved everyone. Except Frieda Pinto. I feel that she's hogging the limelight for that minuscule role of hers. The kids n teens did a waaaay better job that 2 of her combined.
Reminds me, I have tocombine to papers to make notes for my exams. Dat reminds me, its almost 2 at night. I gotta get to bed
Good night
Gotta switch on the mosquito repellent.
Double check all doors.
Good night finally

Privacy? What's dat?

Was just reading about Jade Goody's death. A caption said: 'Life lived in front of the cameras'. Pretty true for her. She's been in front of the camera continuously for the last 7 years. Long time yaar.


I pity her. Really do. Not because she died of cancer at the young age of 27 but because since the time she was 20, she's lived under constant scrutiny.


Hate to think what it would feel like to have people watching every move, every outburst for whole time. More significantly, they are always passing judgement on you.


I pitied her at the time of the racial abuse controversy. What probably was just an emotional outburst in a fight was made into an international controversy. I mean, who hasn't screamed the choicest abuses in a fight? The Ma, behen ki galis(I needn't elaborate, everyone knows them by heart) that are hurled in a simple road fight are a greater insult to a person than racial abuse. But still noone bats an eyelid there. Moral standards, however, change drastically on national television, international in this case.


Another league of people I pity are movie stars. Every move, every word, even a look is under the public eye, literally! No wonder they keep losing their bearings so frequently. It is my idea of a nightmare. Not ghosts, not the past but the public eye. How do I care how many people has Kareena been in a relationship with, or who's the latest gal in Shahid's life, or whether Angie actually slapped Brad? But there are a lot of people who do care and those who will do anything to tell others what went on behind the closed doors.
Things just change their meaning once more people are involved. The first sacrifice at the altar of fame is the most personal: privacy. I hate people who agree to go into the Big Boss (Big Brother, suit urself) house. I find them to be the most desperate people, people who have no self respect. For me the lowest thing someone can do is to expose themselves to the prying eyes of the cameras, 24/7.
Even lower are those people who indulge in 'Kiss n tell'. Selling their most private moments like their night outs, honeymoon, wedding, birth of children to the media for a price tag. Some things are so special, so fragile that you want just your dear ones around you, not every stray hick on the road.
I still am at a loss to understand why people are so desperate for fame that they can sell their most personal memories. I pity them!

Update

Hi,
Writing after a gap of almost two looooooong years. Yes, they have been long, in every sense of the word. Things happened at home, at college, to me emotionally, things that took up a lot of my time. Result, I stopped writing altogether. Not just on my blog but altogether.
But I have made a resolution, 'middle of the year?' you may say but then, you don't need to look at the calender to make a promise to yourself.
I made a promise to myself sometime ago, I will pay more attention to me from now on! Life has been spent living for people, things, grades and all else that's in it. Life without these would be unimaginable. But then, without me, my life would not exist.
From now on, I have promised myself some 'me' time. Time dat would be spent by me on me. Life with its breakneck speed has taken away all the time dat you would spend wid urself. I have in the past two years found time to speak to every one, including family, friends, classmates, ex-classmates, juniors, seniors, labmates, maintenance people, teachers, even the maid but sadly, never myself. I have quite forgotten what I look like. For perverts, I would like to clarify its not what I see in the mirror every morning but what I feel like.
This blog shall now be my conversations with myself. Others are welcome to read but its predominantly me talking to me.
Let's hope I fulfill this resolution! Fingers crossed!