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    Tag: injustice

    ‘Sanyaas’

    Injustice done anywhere, anytime, of any kind and whether committed intentionally or unintentionally, whether seen or unseen, will always have repercussions, consequences. We see the ‘results’, ‘consequences’ in the form of various crimes committed. All crimes, whether emotional, physical or financial have their roots in injustice done by someone, somewhere encapsulating some moment of history in some part of geography. The injustices committed in families and society structures and countries spill over into the next generations. Till justice is done. The cycle contiunes. And since we cannot understand the entire process, we just jail the people who look like the perpetrators of heinous crimes who in reality are also victims of the injustices committed long ago.

    But facing reality would mean doing a surgery which would be very painful. So take a short cut. Put a band aid on the cancer inside and hope to gather some votes before the cancer is too visible to all. And make convincing false promises. Shout that we will take away the ‘woes’ of the nation’. If it is the truth, why are we shouting from the rooftops bhaiyya? Truth is very soft, very clear, very visible. Aur kaam itna hai desh theek karne ka to ghar ghar jaane ka, pamphlet chhapwane ka time kaise mil raha hai? If we really work, then there is no time to even breathe. Where will we get the time to advertise ourselves? Maybe that is why the real workers, the true leaders stay away from politics. Just like production and marketing are two different realms, real work and collecting votes are entirely diferent scenarios. Politics is about ‘collecting votes’. In the meanest possible way. Distribute alcohol, false hopes, empty promises, manipulate the basest of emotions of the masses, talk of a casteless society all the time fervently hoping that we capture the various caste based vote banks. It would have been hilarious if it was not so pathetic.

    We cannot be a rich nation if our thinking is poor. if we contiuously look for excuses to do low quality jobs. If we continue to dis-respect time. Continue to use our right to freedom only for producing kids. Continue to live the fake life that we have been living over the past few decades.

    We can be poor but there is absolutely no reason to continue being poor. As a nation we are still slaves looking for our lords to rule over us, looking for security, comfort, some reason to not have to earn what we deserve.

    Mr. Faizi who is from Afghanistan and is training with us lost his cousin yesterday. A gun was pointed to his head and he was shot. Just like that. By the Talibans. For no mistake. Earlier all this violence was happening in some part of the world. And we felt safe. Now with Mr. Faizi with us, it is too close, too disturbing. According to him, the cheapest thing in Afghanistan is ‘killing’. And the most lucrative business is ‘dealing in bombs’. Even the children are used to bombs exploding anytime,anywhere. What a world? What the hell are we doing? In fact the poor kids wait for the explosion to subside, in case they survive and pick up parts of the exploded bomb which can be re-sold. And all this has been going on in Afghanistan for more than 30 years. Kya bachega? And yet Mr. Faizi is here to learn, to educate himself. Hope against hopes. Hats off to him. We have everything and yet we just keep cribbing and whining.

    The US wants a military base in Afghanistan. The Taliban wants a strict muslim regime to be followed. Everyone wants something for themselves. The people of Afghnaistan could go to hell. And we keep celebrating. Kya humanity hai. We are worse than animals. just very well dressed in branded clothes and SUV’s.

    Office chal raha hai. Its easy to follow a routine and hide behind it. dekh lo yaar. Koshish to kar hi rahein hain. But the more we experience life and the more we understand, the more painful it gets. We are just beginning to understand why ‘sanyaas’, is the last defined stage in our scriptures. After experiencing the futility of everything, after seeing all the shit around, we are bound to turn to the spiritual realm for solace.

    Sounds very appealing.

    ‘Sanyaas’.


    The bottomline and the topline

    And the life in between..

    My mother was always worried about the bottomline, the roof over our head, the money inflow, the bills, the marriage of her daughters, the fixed deposits, the running of the house, the quality of the food, the appearance, the looking good part. And she was an efficient housekeeper. The stuff she was in charge of was always managed well. Except that there was no emotional content to it. It was all done clinically. As a matter of fact. The ‘feelings’ did not matter. Maybe she had buried hers a long time ago. (Sometimes I wonder, if I am becoming like her, that thought itself is very scary)

    And my father would always talk of the topline,the ideal way life should be lived, in simplicity and honesty. He would speak of truth, of justice and love. He loved books and he would always surround himself with them, specially when my mother pottered around the house creating a lot of noise. And she would say that he was a very impractical man. He had no idea how to live life. My father was very good in discussions, in understanding the various angles and layers of relationships. He would understand and explain but if he needed to do anything to change the existing equilibrium, he would promptly back out. He never took a stand for or against anything. For him, education was equivalent to acceptance and tolerance.

    Somehow, this never made sense to me. How could tolerating injustice be a proof of concept for being educated?

    So it was that we were always swinging like a pendulum between the bottomline and the topline, the earth and the sky and never really found our feet. It was good to talk and exchange views with my father but if one needed money or food or a commitment, one always went to mother and to this day this is how it is.

    My father is a good man(good old soul) but my mother is the one who controls the family and makes (or does not make) things happen( so it is that I have been ostracized from the family according to her wishes).

    And I guess in the company today, we are struggling to achieve the bottomline but constantly trying to move in the direction of our topline which is to generate revenues by the creation of intellectual property and not be the ‘labor class’ in GIS.

    We got the small mining project ( some oxygen and challenging work)
    We should be able to pay the rent in two days( the eviction notice is dangling over our heads sweethearts)

    Ok.So far so good.
    Once again, stay the course.



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