Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Pen O Pen give me this might!

Can anything get better than these immortal lines written by equally immortal souls -

"Sound the bugle now, play it just for me
As the seasons change, remember that I used to be
Now I can't go on, I can't even start
I got nothing left, just an empty heart

I'm a soldier wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing more for me - lead me away...
Or leave me lying here

Sound the bugle now, tell them I don't care
There's not a road I know, that leads to anywhere
Without a light feat that I will stumble in the dark
Lay right down, decide not to go on

Then from on height - somewhere in the distance
There's a voice that calls remember who your are
If you lose yourself, your courage soon will follow

So be strong tonight - remember who you are
Ya you're a soldier now - fighting in a battle
To be free once more -Yeah that's worth fighting for!"
By Bryan Adams

"We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here."
By Roger Waters

"Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive

So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger

Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive

Risin' up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive

The eye of the tiger..."
By - Jim Peterik and Frankie Sullivan

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Musings...

The Republic Day eve is almost here. Ok, that bit of info done, we move forward to our extended weekend plans – most of us must be having exciting plans up our sleeves, myself in for an Ooty trip! National holidays have always been, and perhaps always will be - especially if they are coming gelled with weekends - our long awaited vacations. My mother laments this attitude of mine as being one that may be classified as “unpatriotic” and “materialistic”. She tells me of the times when Prabhat Feris used to be taken out in every village & town on days of national importance like the Republic Day & the Independence Day. I’m flummoxed. Yes, we are literate enough to understand what they stand for, unlike someone from the rural hinterlands who doesn’t even know who rules them – the landlords or the higher castes (kind of shocking, but true), and Yes, our heart swells with pride while looking at all the military might being displayed at the parade in Delhi, but that’s JUST about it. From all strata of the society, the story repeats itself. The big doubt that arises then is, if you seem to be so apathetic about your own history, how, in the devils name are you still standing united as a country. I mean, how do we just tick along, and mind you, tick along nicely?! What actually binds this mass of land known as India?
I have traveled a bit across the length and breadth of India in my relatively short lifespan, and there were quite a few things I noticed. I have never seen any other adage than the following one coming so true about India –
“Kos kos pe badle vaani, char kos pe paani”
There is a peculiar thing about human nature – we love segregations, and have, over the centuries, made the same over an amazing variety of issues. First and foremost is geographical location and it all ends on geography too as I will display in a short while. People living in one particular area have similar needs and aspirations, so they clubbed together against outsiders for obvious reasons. This is more often than not funny – first, we fight and oppose others as a country, then fight other states retaining a state identity, then districts/townships, and followed on by towns/tehsils to colonies and finally ending up as unified households, even the unity of which, in today’s scenario, is highly debatable. During all this, we also realize that in order to elevate our position in society, which is the most basic human ambition, we need to downgrade others’. So come the distinctions of colour, chore, & race. To add to the woes, often big territorial chunks of lands, comprising similar, but not identical, cultures often come together on linguistic/cultural grounds. Examples for this being the Southern Quadruple and the North East. Even the aft repeated religion factor, which is SO misleadingly called to be the greatest binding factor amongst the followers also comes crashing down in this country, as the Gods worshipped majorly throughout India differ, even their names differing when it comes to South India. Frankly speaking, if you go to any major part of India, you will find a self sufficient city/region in place, without having even an iota of a need of a national identity. Take Tamil Nadu, for instance. It has its own industry, infrastructure, language, culture, cinema, art, history and believe me it is so self sufficient and complete that a north Indian actually feels gratified at spotting even words jotted in Hindi as an act of benevolence on the part of the locals! In fact, this one question haunts my mind most of the time – “Which other country in the world has a situation where a countryman can not talk to a fellow countryman, without using a foreign language as a common medium of instruction?” Such disparity, and mind you, I wrote “disparity”, not “diversity”!!! To say that it were the British who unified us as a country would be wrong, because long before them, we were unified by the Mauryans and, more recently, Akbar. The only distinction that the Britons achieved is that they have done it so for this generation and perhaps more to come in future, to revel in.
But nevertheless, here we are, as a country, where everybody’s chest swells with pride at seeing a single flag, the tricolour, flutter. So what is it that binds us?
The answer, as we all know very well in our hearts, comes from very frivolous issues indeed. Take cricket – love it, hate it, lament it, curse the boys, do whatever you want to, it IS a religion in India. It is one sport which removes all barriers erected by the people – religion, caste, language, regional, gender etc and we all cheer the “Team India” in one voice. There has not been a single place in the whole country where I have been and have not seen people go gaga over the game. Huddles inside a tea shop with all ears on the radio and all lips uttering analysis, curfew like situations on the roads in case of an important match, even the poorest managing to get TVs are all the signs of passion this game invokes in our country. North to South, Hindu to Muslim, Literate to illiterate, poor to rich, everybody sways to the tune of each wicket and each six identically.
Move to movies – they manage to break the greatest barriers with effortless ease. In my opinion, the greatest harbinger of communal harmony in this country has been the movie industry, which, even with all its stupid plots, manages to stir the heroes in all of us. No matter how much we admire the Hollywood for its finesse with the technical side and its penchant for “original” scripts, it still doesn’t stop us from making our “tear-jerkers” super hits and retaining our status of being the ONLY country in the world where Hollywood is still miniscule compared to the local movie industry. The whole industry, in all conduct, makes religious discrimination a medieval term; and being one of the most influencing medium of contemporary times, manages to make the audience feel the same too. It even manages to break the linguistic barrier, with Hindi movies running even in the remotest parts of South India to full houses, and the audience, though being thoroughly unaware of the language, still whistles and enjoys the whole experience. THIS, is being Indian – the ability to “understand” a fellow Indian or an Indian antic, even without having an actual “comprehension” of the same.
Our Armed forces, which constantly remind that there are people guarding us when we go to sleep in the night, people whom we don’t know and those who don’t know us, people who don’t do this as an act of philanthropy but as an act of duty, people who take a bullet on their chests as a means of protecting us, even though the natural human reflex to pain and danger is fear and self defense. I have had the opportunity to witness the Kargil war during my short stint with life, and I have never seen the whole country being united in such a manner. Curbing ALL our differences in all possible spheres, we marched together as Indians. I don’t even remember one instance of a fallout between two parties – in fact, even the “always at arms” politicians shut up their mouths for good!
If there was ever a term called national integration, it was on shining display during the summers of 1999.
And the biggest of them all – The constitution. The constitution, which is the same for one and all, which won’t fete out different directives based on one’s religion, region or caste, which would stand tall even in case of tainted governance, whose word will be the absolute & into which we all pledge to trust the day we become citizens of this country. This is the same constitution which MANDATES that flag as our tricolour, that fabulous piece of poetry by Gurudev as our national anthem, and that identity that we carry with ourselves as being an “Indian”. Without its existence, our existence, by every possible benchmark, ceases to exist. We owe our wholesome identity to it, and this being so much implicit in every move we make on this soil that even our constant bickering against it cant negate it.
I don’t even want to say that we understand this fact, solely because this would be equivalent to saying that we understand the importance of food for the existence of human body, only, here, the constitution is important for our being, our soul, our thought.
THIS is the common thread of existence that binds us all, and, despite having “disparities”, we portray ourselves successfully as having a “Unity in Diversity”!
And I don’t need any Prabhat Feris to understand this fact!

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Pink Floyd & its significance today..

Ah! How we all just LOVE fame….deserved or undeserved….this, being really sad. But irrespective of caste, creed, & gender and even more irrespective of the “wished for” fame’s medium, which can be as diverse as ranging from personal conversations in chat rooms to the full blown Bacchanesque version, we just crave for the same in all our five senses. It can really be something as miniscule as a perky compliment, and though ephemeral, still manages to give us the “kick”!

I mean, why the f triple star do we write blogs in the first place when there is always the comfort & anonymity of our personal journals waiting? What is the motive behind being so desperate to have the blog name as Absolutum Dominium that, when “domain is unavailable”, the name is retained sans the ‘i’, and no one for that matter, gets to know?

Actually am talking of all this because of a very interesting article I recently came across, which was written by Mr. Sudhish Kamath for The Hindu, in which he has compared blogger’s personality/social profiles with the stuff that they write. The girls have been shown to be more meticulous and observant about their surroundings as is evident in their blogs and the guys are more funny, and as disjoint from themselves as they can be, as is again evident from their blogs. So, what am I trying to achieve here – killing time, trying to get popular, trying to sound funny, writing all this commenting upon what just what I said one word back, thereby inviting the vicious cycle rumours????- I mean WHAT??? (This time, I decided to switch personalities and start empathizing with you…..:-D ) Ok, what next… (Take a bloody guess who is this now, you or me?) Getting reminded of MPDs???(chuckles)

Well, if you are still reading on, I just have a confession to make – I know that in order to be understood, structure is important in any creative output, but I feel that I’m just fed up of the monotony of structure today! I will even completely agree with any Sanjay Gupta on this planet regarding his views about experimental cinema and his sheer disregard to structure & originality in the same. So it is only natural that I write this sheer-ly unuseful post – but then who told you this blog was a news channel?
And yes, the title thing was intentional.
I think software engineers are the world’s greatest sociopaths!

Friday, January 12, 2007

Absense of medication for heartbreaks...

Seems to be a very sorry state of affairs indeed nowadays. Yeah, too many love affairs ending up, inflicting a lot of pain on the poor hapless souls....looking at only two directions for mercy - God or the makers of Jack Daniels(downwards.........). Well the pain here can be best described as a spasmatic searing sensation, most often than not having an upwards orientation starting from stomach via ribcage while touching the periphery of human heart(in all its pumping glory) and proceeding towards brain and perhaps ending up as an electric storm and finally withering away in the limits of human aura, this being an ode to the law of conservation of energy.
Well, yes, that is a lot different from the conventional pains that we encounter in our everyday existence but that still doesn't deter me from crying out loud lamenting the absence of its cure! Science where art thou?? Mortals are suffering! You are supposed to explain everything, right?
Alright, even if we dismiss the physical aspect as being frivolous and ascribe everything to be mental, why aren't there institutions for "Love Rehabilitation" as they exist there for drug & alcohol abuse? Both form of abuses lead a person to an unknown, but a fabulous looking but highly unreal world!
Ala Merovingian in Matrix III - "It is remarkable how similar the pattern of love is to the pattern of insanity..."
Well, what to say, I just silently push my shoulder forward for the girls, who, by the way, don't even glance at it(shit!!!), and murmur tough nothings laced with agreeable contempt against girls with guys, who, by the way, don't have an ear for them. At those stupid moments, I just wish like hell for a panacea that could take its own course for emancipating these tortured souls from their even more gawddammit existences.
Some antidotes I just wish existed:
Love Serum:
Have a shot, zoom on any desirables, and may we falleth gracefully in love!!Ummm..??...I guess we can safely modify the modus operandi for guys, who can gleefully let the girls take the shot and then fall in front in an as circular picture perfect framesque manner as husbands/lovers do in Bollywood movies for karvachauth.
Pluses : Only a diamond can cut another diamond.
Minuses: Not sure about poisons though!

Heartbroken identification & subsidization:
Special cards could be issued to individuals certifying them to be "Heartbrokens" with perhaps a cracked heart as their insignia(yah it IS clichéd), after a careful scrutinization of their socio-amouric history and verification of the same by their friends and family. Ex's should be strictly barred from taking a part, or even taking a stand, and should be encouraged to remain mostly invisible during the time investigations are on. The subsidies list may include-
1. Free Booze
2. Free Booze
3. More Free Booze
Pluses : Would largely add to the peace and prosperity of the general populace as both perpetrators & bearers of sorrow would remain happily on cloud number nine.
Minuses : I would rather be biased :-)...... NONE!!

Voluntary amnesia inflictors/ MIB's Neutralizers:
Would definitely go down as mankind's greatest inventions, ever. Just click it, and in a flash,
you fuhget it....wha??!!!!
Pluses : Greatest boon for actual sufferers like me!
Minuses : Politicians would go on a rampage.

Hordes of Floyd/Blues/Kishore merchandise stored together:
A great way to, ah..not exactly kick ass, but yes, celebrate your single existence along with Bagpiper club soda(aka teen yaar). But please make sure the third one is not an already harassed soul like me!
Pluses : Nice way to temporary relief!
Minuses : Serious possibility of either your roommate or the person you are talking to over the phone going mad.

Well, the last one would definitely be a (Docs u listening??) heartbreak healing balm/syrup/tablet, whateva...
Also, if possible, why cant these souls watch epic movies like all the 'K' ones(including Kisna) to understand real love, and the trials and tribulations one has to go through in order to find it!
The solutions are endless, only have to find that at-your-mouth courage as I proceed to handle another worthless slob, oozing out so much water that may actually very easily classify him as a self watering broomstick when held upside down!

Monday, January 8, 2007

Difference between a terrorist & a revolutionary...

This thought lingered on in my head after watching Rang De Basanti way back in feb last year. In the movie, parallels were drawn between the current government and the British Raj, which, I feel is not so true unreelly. The movie highlighted one fact though-that branding someone as a terrorist, which one is most likely to do so when the case is of assasination of a Union Defense Minister, is a very relative fact indeed. Terrorists of one era can very well be revolutionaries of the next. Taking up the case of Bhagat Singh, who, by the incumbent Raj was branded a petty criminal/terrorists, and not a POW as he demanded, and was hanged till death rather than being given a firing sqad, we just get a confirmation of the point theorized above. Also, going a little far from our borders, and closer chronographically, the life and times of Che Guevara, and the fallout after his death, make me ponder over a very uncomfortable question indeed - Can we extrapolate the conclusions drawn, to a scenario some years hence, when the current crop of insurgents in various parts of India will be hailed as revolutionaries in their hinterland and the Indian armed forces fighting them condemned as the actual perpetrators of violence?
Well, the similarities look to be endless - angst against the incumbents, violence being the common modus operandi, most of the socio-economic problems being attributed to the "reppresive regime", etcetra. Everyone of us wishes to change the world, to make it a better place to live in, this "better" being classified as one of the most controversial and relative terms in human history. Some stay put. Others take actions to present their case/implement their wish. The former lot is most commonly spotted at the Jantar Mantar these days, and the latter is branded as terrorists. People like Che, who uttered- "A revolution without gunshots?!! Are you crazy!" and Bhagat Singh,of course belong to the latter one. But Bhagat Singh was more than what he is worshipped today for. He was more a man of mind than a man of gun; and his greatness lies in just the fact. He had a crystal clear reason for killing a fellow human being, and he himself went through various internal debates in order to reach the conclusion; his action was not a rush of blood, but rather some in which he believed. He was a man who was well aware that clutching power from the hands of one ruler and passing it on to a gun weilding man can not be classified as a revolution. A revolution is one that brings about changes in the mindset, alters the definitions of right & wrong, and causes upliftment of all in a society-an objective intellectually so high that a gunshot cant even dream to touch, let alone engulf. Bhagat Singh was a man who threw smoke bombs in the parliament and voluntarily surrendered, when he could have wiped off atleast half the Indian ruling class, and probably, could have gotten away with it too. This because ALL of his actions were directed towards this one particular goal - getting himself heard.
A revolution is all about, I'll repeat, changing the mindset, and this can be achieved not with a gunshot, but with a human voice full of logic, reason, confidence & honesty. And he was a man who used the courtroom as his propaganda office in the cleverest manner possible for achieving this objective. He was a man who, while being aware of all the consequences, was unflinched because of his sheer belief that he was RIGHT, and, more importantly, was ready to stand by what he thought till he died.
The whole world steps aside for the person who knows where he is going, and step aside it did for Bhagat Singh, as, even after his death, his thoughts continued to linger on in the society, proving that he indeed did end up bringing about a revolution. The age old adage - "You can kill a man, but not his ideology", which traces its origin from our very own Bhagwat Geeta in the chapters where it talks about soul and its immortality, came alive for him. Human thought is what soul is all about, something that is indestructable, something that doesnt need a body to exist, something which, in my humble opinion, can be effectively summed up in the following equation-
Soul = Thought
A man is what he thinks he is. Some people may use this theorization about soul in Geeta to prove some tangible concepts like reincarnation. I believe that reincarnation does happen, but not of a soul, rather of an ideology, as it did happen in Bhagat Singh's case, in fact while the physical reincarnati0n graph may be discrete, that of an ideology is always continuos.
Coming back to current times, I recently went through an an interview of Syed Salahuddin at http://www.rediff.com/news/2007/jan/07inter.htm, in which he says:
"Bhagat Singh is a national hero in India who bombed the Indian parliament in 1930 and killed British police officers. If a militant like Bhagat Singh is a freedom fighter for them then we also have the right to follow the same path to achieve our goals."
"How wrong can a man be!!!"- was my reaction as my mind grasped frantically for even an iota of support to hold on. Fair enough, I agree to try to draw paralells, and here is what I see:
I see silent acts of butchery, ie high on the gore but deprived of reasons; I see a slew of dead bodies being used as the only way to get your message across; I see television images of "terrorrists" cowering and shooting with masked faces, as if their mind knows that the act they are commiting is indeed heinous & it would be a hazard to go out in the open supporting their cause with bare faces; I see the same people who support them & when caught doing so, denying their involvement and frantically searching for loopholes to get out in the same law which their cause refuses to acknowledge, and thus ending up validating it.
These are impression drawn by me of the various separatist movements/"revolutions" being carried out in J&K, the North-East, and the Andhra-Bengal-Bihar Naxal corridor. True, I'm not their intended audience, and also the media may be heavily doctored in order to present a desired image, but, in my opinion, objective facts can't be modified, and it is an absense of a logic-intensive voice on their part that bothers me the most and puts a big question mark over their claims to the definition of a revolution.
In my opinion a revolutionary is someone like that woman from north east who has not drunk a single drop of water since 6 years, in protest to the Army being given absolutum dominium in her state, and who is jailed for a fair part of every year on charges of attemted suicide owing to the nature of her protest while spending the time she is out to again attempt the same. A revolutionary is someone like Muhammed Yunus, who is empowering the poor in Bangladesh through inventive schemes like Microcredit unlike his comrades on the other side of the border who believe that the solution to poverty lies in putting a gun to the zameendar's head. A revolutionary is someone like Capt. Manoj Pandey, PVC(posth.), who, at the age of 25, wrote in his diary - "Some goals are so worthy, its glorious even to fail" while trying to free Indian peaks during the Kargil conflict. People like these inspire, one of the most fundamental ingrediants in the broth of revolution.

A man who is sure that he is right doesn't cower, doesn't hide, doesn't wince while facing the consequences of his actions. Rather he proudly takes every bullet to his chest or marches smiling to the gallows, as Bhagat Singh did. As the Mahatma so aptly put it "You should be the change you wish to see in the world". A truth, only when accepted by your own mind, can be extended to enlighten the other "needy" souls, and a lie, however provocative, ALWAYS brings out only and only cowardice. You are your own judge to your own truths and lies, and only the path you choose to follow with reason & determination can lead you to your goal.
Yes, u may perish as the protagonists of Rang De Basanti, and YES, you would end up bringing about a revolution!

Friday, January 5, 2007

My foray into the Blogland.....

I love inspirations!!! I only wish they could last longer......
Rather, wish 'I' could inspire, cuz I think I wud be a merit holder in transpiring and conspiring by now...
Well, its basically the inspiration induced by going through my fellow bloggers' archives that I'm here.
Will think more and write even more soon....