Bull-shit

Bullshit does not always taste like shit. It is often sugar coated. On the positive side, though sugar can cause diabetes and heart disease the bullshit is zero calorie. But that does not change the fact that bullshit is bullshit. To name a few Salman Khan movies, Saas Bahu serials, 20 news channels who run after a fantastic story which means nothing to me and you. On a serious note the Health Melas, the Government supply medicines, the idealism that is preached by any one with gray hairs, the Astha channel and the Q tv. The bombs going boom now and then just because a fool thought that it was his visa for heaven is the pure definition of bullshit. Reservation on the basis of cast and tribe instead of the economic condition, poverty and struggle is ox-shit. Himesh Reshamiya is horse shit. I am not a pessimist , I love Kate Winslet, Reality TV, American dream and Indian History, McDowell's no 1 and Dev D. I also love a lot of things that will be inappropriate to blog. But that doesnot change the fact that a bullshit is a bullshit.

BAAP bara ya RUPIYYA ?

Well that depends on kiska baap and kitna rupaiyya.... Seriously guys, when this enigmatic country of ours have given a mandate for economic stability even when the national terrorist attacks track record is at its best, its apparent that rupaiyya is definitely what the young India wants. The communists running after the multinational companies for investments, increasing number of karorpaties in Loksabha, Mutual funds at its all time highest and GDP being the new mantra of the Aam admi......One of my friend was getting postgraduate degree in a college in his hometown and the same in another college with thrice the pay. No prize for guessing his choice. Another cousin of mine was out chilling with his friends flaunting a T-shirt that said " MY DAD IS AN ATM ". So what about the Baaps. The genetic ones are threatened by the new ones who are loaded with the moolahhh.... They are the new Baaps.... Kingfisher baap, Reliance baap, Tata baap, Infosys baap etc. Most of my friends are out of their parental house and business with their new baaps from the Fortune's top 500 baaps of the world. Why am I pissed off ? One patient in our ward has been left to die by his sons who admitted him in hospital and ran away after that. Such things are not uncommon. Few days ago an article was published in India Today about cured patients in mental hospital left for years after discharge as the family members refused to take them back. Bagwan , Boothnath are a few movies on this concept by the baap of all times, the BIG B. The real reason ...? OK, I agree.... I along with the PG's of our college are amongst the lowest paid in this country that is catching up fast in the department of the RUPIYYA. So, all the netalogs, bhaiyos & behnos of my land 'show me the money' or else I have nothing to feel good about the "Jai Ho" which seems to be the song for Jamal only when he became a millionaire from a slumdog.

HUNGER

What do you think

I should do ?

Chase the dream

or chase the dreams ....

No, they are not the same.

Have you ever felt the pain

of longing for something

so bad that you don't care

how much it hurts

to get it.

its not love....

that's easy,

its not money

that's easier......

its not power

though that's not easy......

its the hunger

for more....

and more....

It doesn't end,

it consumes.......

but is rewarding.

I want

and there is nothing wrong in it

I will work for that....

Its a fare deal.

Am i a demon ?

of my own hunger.

well its an aim....

to fight for.

a goal to run for.........

I am HUNGRY.....

I am HUMAN....

Health Mela

The idea of "Mela" that i recall from my childhood memories is a place crowded by colourful people buying, selling, eating, laughing, shouting and running around. Some of them were in the bank of Brahmaputra to celebrate any festive occasions and some in a huge field called Chowkidingi feild.I remembered my fathers enthusiasm in every small mater and occasion. He was the one to drag us to such places and then repented taking us there as me and my sister insisted or rather cried over each and every thing we saw and eventually wanted. I loved the pink fluffy sugar candy's that would melt the moment taken inside the mouth. Well slowly as days passed i recall lesser and lesser number of Melas and i think they were genuinely being extinct.

Recently a new thing has come up. Health mela. Its a community health camp set by our government where doctors from various branches as well as various organisations are taken to a remote village where it has been already propagated that Doctors are coming for community service. I have been to several ( more than 10 ) of them in recent times.The concept is that all speciality doctors are brought to the door steps of the village people and free medicines are given.The medicines are mostly government made and frankly worthless. Most of them are placebos. Well, two types of patients come there.... one who were passing by and stopped for some free medicines and another group who wanted a magic medicine to be strong. The later group will come with the complaint of generalised weakness and pain all over the body. When few of the patient come with such problems i would like to think for a cause but when half of the patients come with the same problem its mass hysteria. Hardly any genuine patients come. Its always mass de-wormiong of the children and iron folic acid for the females of menstrual age group. Fungal infections in the skin are treated with ointments.

So much for health mela........ free food for the doctors and organisers, speech and those filmy promises of "neta logs" , and aspiring "party workers" to voo for votes. Petrol for the cars to bring the health force...... Big drama to give sugar coated bullshit to buy the trust or VOTE BANK of innocent and illiterate common rural man.

These health melas are government propaganda to show that they care, at the cost of cheap or at times wrong health care. Unjust use of antibiotics are and going to prove detrimental to the society in the near future. Mass concept about vitamins and iron tablets are going to make its abuse more and more in near future. People will prefer to visit a doctor who gives unjust and many medications and not those who will give precise and few medications...

As a part of my duty i have to go and pretend to be a part of this huge propaganda. I fear its consequences..... I am just a voice in the ocean of a big social misuse of our tax money to no benefit at all. All i can do is blog, its kind of a confession to a father in a church.

YES SIR

Well, the first thing I noticed about him was he had 4 buttons in his apron. He was tall. And bald. Now being a short fella, I have always dreamt of and been jealous of tall people. And the fact that he was a strict teacher who did mind at the smallest of the things like dress, behaviour etc made me at a distance from him in my undergraduate days. They said that he had the best academic Carrier in amongst our faculty members. But I was the novice young soul balancing academic scoreboard and falling in and out of love. I had no time to cultivate respect ( or for that matter hate ) for any teacher in those days. Days passed and he became balder as i grew wiser to realise what he was. A rare soul...... First i had friends who said that he was great and was worth idolising. I had my doubts and refused to give into complete surrender in the form of YES SIR in each and every thing. But i realised with time that he was worth much more. I have come to idolise him in a way of a silent surrender. I refuse to name him but he is worth a place high up in the memoirs of a Student in me.

I could not paint her beauty

The moon is full
with nothing to hide
nacked, beautiful
cloths thrown aside.
Her mother, the sky
tries again and again
to make her wear cloths
but all in vein.
Long clouds
short clouds
dark clouds
blue clouds.
She tries them all
one by one
only to emerge naked
when all is done.
The trees, the mountains
the river, the lake
all are in mystique
by the beauty up ahead.
They all are bathed
in her light tonight.
The air is blue
and the mood is right.
Witnessing this moment
alone drunk
with canvas, palate
and brush, I
wanted to capture
her essence
but to my
obvious expectation
I could not paint her beauty tonight......

A Fairy Tale

The moon was full but not complete..... a little left in the corner as if a painter has almost completed his art but trying to figure out where to give his last stroke. So the night was bright. Almost a full moon.... and most of the stars hid in the moon light and the rest went far away in the horizon in anger or jealousy.

We were on top of a mountain were the cold breeze was dancing in a soft tune of it's own.... It whispered in my ears songs that i had listened in my solitude in her thought. It was cold and windy..... the moon reflected in the river as sparkles of stardust.

There were a lot of lights in far off places were they were working on a bridge construction. It felt like a Isak Asimov Si-Fi novel, Star wars movie or a fairy tale castle on the other side of the river.....

And there She was.......uff, what do i say. Her face was brighter than the moon, hairs dancing with the wind if perfect rhythm, her eyes sparkling like two stars which had fallen from the sky tonight. She walked curling her hands inside her jacket like a baby totally unaware of the world being mesmerised around herself.

The moon realised why she was incomplete...... Tonight a piece of her was walking in the land with me. The wind was drunk and kept on dancing around her. The chill was the thrill the wind was having flirting with her. The castle was were a princess was missing and the lights were all around to search their princess.

I was speechless..... and mesmerised. Falling in love million times over.