Thursday 30 July 2015

Why it was ‘them’ and not ‘me’?

Why it was ‘them’ and not ‘me’?
Whenever I see them looking captivating in their dress, it hurts.
Whenever I see them uploading their status with DLTGH (days left to go home), it upsets me.
I ask myself there and then why it was ‘them’ and not ‘me’.

Whenever I see their tanned skin, an evidence of their harsh training, I feel jealous.
Whenever I see those proud eyes, telling the story of their adventures, I feel dejected.
I wonder why it was ‘them’ and not ‘me’.

When I know I could have been there, I feel aroused.
I wish to know when I had the potential equal to theirs,
What made me so unlucky and unworthy?
Every minute I dream of that place, myself in those pictures.
And then I ask myself why it was ‘them’ and not ‘me’?

I make up dreams to instil myself into those moments
I was ready to give up everything like them, then why I was not the chosen one.
Why it was ‘them’ and not ‘me’?
I see their watsapp unused for days and I feel like unblocking all.
I see them posting on facebook and I start requesting facebook to add an unlike button.
I see and I wonder why it was ‘them’ and not ‘me’.

When I see them in those events, dressed as officers, I feel horrible.
Whenever I see them uploading their pictures on Facebook, I curse.
I look for reasons which will answer my question that why it was ‘them’ and not ‘me’?

Whenever I imagine them saluting to their seniors, I feel wretched.
When I visualize them raising their revered caps, I feel unfortunate.
When I dream myself in their position, I feel worthless.

And there and then I ask God why it was ‘them’ and not ‘me’?

Saturday 25 July 2015

Sreesanth and three other players acquitted

How lame is Court's decision. When Ankeet Chavan confessed to these accusations in 2013, then on what basis this decision has been taken? If i remember correctly, I can quote a number of cases where an 'aam aadmi'(I am not talking about the Aam Admi league, which Kejriwal claims to be a part of) even after years of justification is lurking for justice. And in a case like this one, where even after a cricketer openly confessed to his fault, he is free to do whatever he wants.

Thursday 23 July 2015

Shahshi Tharoor made a point, which Britain needs to reconsider


At the Oxford Union, participating in a debate, Kerala MP Shahshi Tharoor bombarded Britain with facts and figures which will always make India stand out in front of Britain. The humorous speech, given by the MP made people laugh their guts out.
He pointed out how India was used as Britain’s largest Cash- Cow during those years of colonialism, will be marked in our memories forever. With utmost modesty he explained how Britain owes 1.25 Billion dollars to India since World War 2 days.  Debating on the reparation which Britain needs to pay to the countries it colonised, Mr. Tharoor very generously said that a sorry would have been enough. But the question that comes in here is that is Britain genuinely sincere in offering reparation to India?
If Britain was genuine in its intentions, then these talks about India doing economically better under Britain, would have never gone out. Mr. Tharoor countered this dialogue very intelligently. His opening that India’s share to world GDP was 23% before Britishers arrived and after they left we were on our worst low of less than 2%, was incredibly amazing.
If not this then what else could tell a better story of Indians. Not just the economic loss, also the mental trauma Indian’s went through was depressing. If you go by the history, then all the civil, tribal and peasant rebellions were a direct outcome of the oppressive nature of British rule.

Even if Britain agrees to pay in dollars for its repressive damage to the country, will India be ever able to recover from the exploitation it has been through.

Tuesday 21 July 2015

That girl looking for an umbrella

I was sitting near my train compartment window
Staring out at those black rooftops
Then I saw a little girl looking gay in her red floral frock

The sky was cloudy and the rain was about to start
She was looking for an umbrella allover in the house

Rain droplets were touching her two long plaits
She was scared of her dress getting wet
Her friends were waiting for her on the roadside

All set for school, but the poor umbrella was nowhere in sight
Her mother was washing utensils in the middle of that downpour
Finally she got up, went inside that black rooftop house

She came back holding a black umbrella in her hand
Seeing that a smile erupted on the girls face
She went out to her friends singing and dancing with that black umbrella in her hands

The irksome rain no longer worried that girl
And I sitting inside my compartment, unaffected by the rain shower
Looking for that happy girl was still dreading the rain without any valid thought

Forced to be free

Currently, going through Rousseau’s discourse on Political Economy, and his work called the Social Contract. He is confusing me a lot. ...