Tuesday, January 31, 2012

To Breaking Rules... With Love, Indians

How I love writing on this issue! Human beings are, by far, the most careless and the least bothered creatures when nature and others are involved. I am not sure about how people all over the world or in some other alien world behave, but I know the in and out of Indian behavior. I have been to a distant land, and have observed sanity and discipline, which the Indian community lacks. Personally, I attach special importance to this trait as I feel that it hurdles India's growth more than corruption or population.
I have been living in this city for near about 7 months now. And one thing that has not changed in this city is the indiscipline. There are interesting cases that happen on a regular basis and help me shift my anger to them. Anyone who voted this city as the best city to live in should be put to task. Such misleading information renders belief and confidence dead.
There have been incidents over the past few months, which have disturbed me to a great extent. The most common of all the incidents have been when riders use pavements and footpaths to commute.The so-called educated lot of the society, who are parts of the million-dollar organizations, still, need to be educated as to how to behave. In fact, there should be another interview round where the behavior and character of a person should be adjudged. I strongly feel that actions should be taken against such people. Effectively, such a behavior makes a bad impression on other people and tourists. It also creates problems for the common man using the footpath and has hindered the traffic flow many a time.
People have no respect whatsoever for the roads and other public properties. One can find them spitting all over the place, getting rid of trash anywhere and everywhere, and attending to nature's call at every nook and corner of the city.
Riders have never been able to observe the traffic lights. In fact, the lights have actually taken up different meaning. Amber now means, "speed up your vehicle." And red means, "keep going." It takes a few seconds before the signal is obeyed, and that is due to the fact that the side with the green signal starts moving. I remember seeing a sign board saying, "Red light violation. Minimum Fine $336." Whereas, in this city, it is seldom seen that the one who has jumped the signal is caught and fined. Such occurrences are mostly dependent on the moods of the signal inspectors. In many a case, he is more keen to catch hold of a lorry than to moderate the traffic.
The condition is much more worse in a non-traffic light crossing. I had met with a real-life example of a deadlock few days back. And, the traffic was actually stuck for more than about half an hour as vehicles from every side were waiting for the other side vehicle to move. And as an Indian's policy says, "never back down." Pun intended. The first thing which came to my mind was the interview where I was asked a similar question and I had said a similar answer. The interviewer had shot back at me telling that the vehicles could always go back and the traffic might move. I would have loved to show him this scenario. Or perhaps, I forgot to mention that the example pertained to Indian roads. It actually took some outside resource to break this deadlock.
I have often heard that we perceive what we want to. If we would like to see the good, we could see it in such horrendous situations as well. And if we want otherwise, the result would always be negative. But, I don't think there is anything wrong in pointing out these shortcomings in the management and discipline of the citizens. I want my country to be one of the best and have a strong feeling that this is one area where we need to develop to realise that.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Of Fiction... and Reality

My meeting with Sherlock Holmes was interrupted by a friend. I had to reschedule my appointment with Mr. Holmes for the day after. Interestingly, when I was done with my friend, I could not help but notice a certain similarity in the happenings with my friend and Mr. Holmes, which only made me repeat the "evergreen" lines from my tenth class English textbook - "Where the Women are concerned, the Unexpected always happens."
Humans have, in general, received a mixed response from the person whom they care for a lot. In lot many cases, it is the behavior of the women which keeps the other person intrigued as to what is the reality. It takes something more than intelligence and common sense to understand them. If a method was devised to read minds, I am sure a lady would have been enough to disprove its existence. You can never guess what she is thinking. Even if you do, it would be just one of the million thoughts residing in her brain.
My friend was extremely annoyed with his girl for some reason before he was to see her for that day. He had also expressed his eagerness to render a physical form to his anger. And when he returns after meeting her... he could have never been happier. He was all over in love, again, with her, perhaps more. It normally would take the genius of Sir Doyle's character to determine a woman's feelings. In fact, even he stumbles upon this. If they are sensitive and understanding, they should know how to put forth something. They decide something and that is the best thing to be done. Why cant they just understand that there are person's around them who can feel as much as they do.
I have no more to say about them except for this small conversation. I said her that it hurts when she talks about someone else and it hurts to see her with someone else. "The beautiful" replied that the problem is not as big as other people's. She has many more problems and I must not be thinking that everyone else is happy. Also, I should just move with my life and not be such a pain.
Why am I not allowed to feel bad?
I have been shaping this writing for the past 3-4 days. And, with all the agony that I had today, I just put it up with some random text. Do not try to make sense out of it as there are WOMEN involved.

Friday, January 13, 2012

The Fairer Sex - or perhaps, the Weaker one!

Reclining on the couch on a beautiful Sunday morning, at home, is an unmatchable experience. Adding to it are the timeless memories, which play on Doordarshan. Rangoli remains one of my favorite on-air shows and the reason I am early to rise on a Sunday. This Sunday morning was no different.
I had finished my tryst with the television and started going through the newspaper to check out the exciting and not-so exciting happenings in the universe. Done with the main part, I started the supplementary sections which accompanied The Hindu that day. Yes, I too spend a lifetime on the newspaper.
It was then, that this article, The Other Half - On wearing 'obscene' clothes, asked for my attention. In fact, it would have caught the eyes of any individual believing that some people in our motherland are a bit insane. Another instance of this insanity would be the case about blocking of Google and others in India. Just wanted to know what their children were feeling on the same. Irrelevant here.
So, this article was about a comment made by a civil service officer on what causes men, in fact, some men, to resort to unwarranted methods of treating the fairer sex. The gentleman had pointed out that dressing sense of females was the reason of these cases coming into existence. And this is where I differ from him.
If a rose is threatened by some insane animals, it doesn't mean that we lock it up in our homes and snatch its freedom. It would only render it losing its charm and ultimately die. We should ensure its safety rather than asking it to not look beautiful and barring it from the outside world. It is true that the rose requires and has thorns as protection from it, but then, this does not stop it from being plucked off the plant. I am not sure if my analogy makes the point I am trying to.
The author is prompt to make a point that there have been cases with females getting harassed even though they were not adorning a provocative wear. It is high time we realize that it is the mentality of men, which is responsible for such acts of crime rather than blaming the victim into getting victimized. I really wonder what type of provocative wear a female puts on in the state were the incident occurred, because, it is well known that the southern region of India is devoid of such explicit wear kinds.
An interesting comment was from the head of a panel dealing with harassment in Bangalore University who believed that only sarees with long sleeved blouses ensure that women are respected and that she was against women wearing ‘obscene' clothes. Well, I am not sure if she was hinting at anything less than saree with a long sleeved blouse being obscene, because, it would be the case that more than 99% of women in India are putting up obscene clothes. And if she was not, I have no intentions of pointing out that dresses are in no way a contributing factor to respect a person gains. This is thoroughly clear from the respect our honorable ministers obtain from the public. Also, intriguing are the cases where the victim has been a child or someone old (mid 30s and above). It should be interesting to know what sort of provocation did their wear provide. If as a lady, she can't respect the individuality of a woman, I am not sure that the class of Indian males, the ones with such thoughts, of course, would ever make an effort to understand that the mistake is on their part.
But then, again, it is embedded in human blood to blame someone else for their mistakes.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

If only...

Lately, I have been wondering what love is all about. Before that, few lines on my last post. The character description contained in it was something described by some of my friends to me. And looks like it is true. As people have only asked me why had I written all those, rather than, letting me know, it was not true. Doesn't really matter a lot, anyways.
Back to where I left. More than love, I have been wondering how would one feel when the love of their life departs. Looks quite emotional, but is very interesting. I have also been reading quite a few love stories from real life and fiction, which is the reason for the first thought to pop up. Before you go ahead and read further, a disclaimer: I am not a poet or a creative writer of any sort. Just felt that these words were wonderful and needed to be shared.
If only I had known,
That this is the last time we meet,
I would have stood between us and the future,
And stopped the time to pass by.

If only I had known,
That I would never see you again,
I would have captured your eyes...
And your smile to disturb my pain.

If only I had known,
That this is the last time we would kiss,
I would have sealed your lips with mine,
And had you taste love's bliss.

If only I had known,
That, you, I would never again hear,
I would have memorized your laughter,
And your words of love, dear.

If only I had known,
That we would never hold hands again,
I would have held them strong,
And had guided you along.

If only I had known,
That this is the last time we embrace,
I would have wrapped you in my arms,
And made you feel the warmth of love.

If only I had known,
That tomorrow there shall be no dawn,
I would have not let the sun set,
And lived the moment forever.
Please do not get carried away with the poem and start feeling it relates to me. It does relate to a lot of people around me. And for all those in love, I have just understood that love is as beautiful as beauty itself. It is the meaning of life. Nothing else would stay with you throughout. Career, hobbies die. This lives and makes you live. Wish you all the happiness and love, and a wonderful life devoid of these feelings.

P.S. Love is, still, alien to me...