Sunday, 16 September 2018

JNU toh ‘Lal’ hai

JNU toh ‘Lal’ hai 

It is my third day here today. I am very late in posting. I have lost the key to my table drawer actually. And, it has all the things i need everyday. Aargggghhh.. i hate it. 
Anyways i can only do something about it tommorow morning only. 

All I can talk about today is jnu elections. Last night around 12 we (me and two of friends) went out to see how the counting was coming along. We were getting messages like one student was kidnapped by some abvp goons (according to the story). And other than that lot of texts were coming in about how violent and scary the atmosphere was getting and, bsf, police and riot action force were on the campus to keep a check. 

I do not want to support or oppose any party. But I really feel politics is a dirty mess. It is this one thing which you should strictly keep your distance from. I mean, normal emapthetic humans get turned into these selfish bastards ( like crazy, violent men Hobbes feared), who would go to any extent to win elections. They will spread rumors, exploit emotions, lie, cheat, bribe, backstab and turn violent etc. etc. 

This is what I have hated so far the most in JNU, the politics of jnu. May be that very thing has only made jnu but i personally do not appreciate it. It is not constructive, and deeply depressing once you get even a bit involved in it. This time if somebody asks me that who I supported, I would say NOTA. 

That was the only genuine option after seeing the hypocrises of all the parties play around as shamelessly as any habitual criminal.  On one side, ABVP was trying to provocate Left by the gundas (students actually), they had called from DU and the grass was not any greener on the other side also.After escalating the situation to a    Violent level, left backed off to earn the sympathy votes. Both the parties were together at fault for this whole drama. 

In the end, JNU once again was painted ‘Lal’ all over. This time abvp was defeated with a much worse margin then the last time. Who so ever wins, ain’t any change is going to come into my life, at jnu. Whether abvp would have won or Left alliance ( like they did), i would have still lost my key and would have still spent half the day looking for it. 


Yes, one thing I want to add is, though I am not any fan of jnu politics or any party but I do like their ‘ Lal Salam’ a lot, it is inspiring in a way I will never be able to explain. Infact, the whole sloganeering process during these peak times, i enjoy. 

Saturday, 15 September 2018

BIOSCOPE

As I have made a commitment to myself to update here a small writing piece everyday, so fulfilling my duty, here I am. I am writing it down on 14th September itself ( I am in an active mode right now, two updates on the same day but i know it will fade out soon). Though I will publish this one tomorrow only. 

So today it is about this beautiful movie ( i am not sure if it was a movie though), which was bengali or marathi, I am not sure as they all sound the same to me. I watched it with the help of subtitles (I thank god for this great innovation). It was an anthology of 4 stories which were done in the form of a poem. It had few dialogues and more prose. The name was ‘biopic’ and i watched it on netflix. Netflix does not have many bollywood movies or even hollywood ones but it does have some good classics and art movies. 

So i only watched three stories, which grabbed my interest. The first one revolved around a Padmashree award winner singer, who in her old age is living on by selling almonds for her expenses. She has no regrets about money but it is her longing to get a chance to perform again which gives an intriguing spin to this simple, yet so painful story. 

The second one revolved around a boy named swapnil who runs a garage shop. He is a great chap but due to his dark complexion, he is called ‘kawah’ i.e. crow. He is madly in love with her neighbour but never owns it up in front of her. The girl also loves him and keeps waiting for him to confess but he never does. He lives, in this, constant fear of his ugliness ( i don’t think he is ugly, it is how he sees himself). The added romantic poetry which adds both sadness and zest to this unique romantic story was my favourite. 

The third one i skipped, but this fourth one was my most favourite of the all. It starts with a monologue by a man who has been in love with his childhood friend and his college mate presently. They have known each other since forever and he has loved her since the same forever. One day, he sends out a letter to her, confessing his love. The girl takes it but replies with a confession about her sexuality. This confession was to a friend and not a lover. Though the boy finds it unnatural but he accepts her with an open heart as a friend. The best part is when he starts to call her Mitra instead of Sumitra. Set in the background of independence movement being on its peak. The end note is though India got it’s independence on 15th August, 1947 but people like Sumitra are still waiting for their true independence. With the decriminalisation of section 377 few days back by Supreme Court, a part of the problem has been resolved but there is a long way to go from here. 


If anybody is reading this, i would suggest you to please watch this movie. Because it is full of emotion, romanticism, longing and desire. It is beautifully shot and of course you will love the way poetry seeps in through every nook and corner. 

Friday, 14 September 2018

Challenge yourself

I was watching this movie few days ago which revolved around a ‘home cook’, who decides to challenge herself with finishing all the recipes given in a cookbook (aprox 500) in 365 days. This was to bring some kind of routine in her life as she had to manage it with her full time job and marriage. She was a ‘giving up easy’ type of person and wanted to change that very thing about herself. 

I thought of giving a challenge like this to myself. I am thinking of making this blog more like a journal and write everyday on it. Be it more or less. I know i need a challenge like this one the most. Because I am the one who gives up on everything halfway. I hope to start this journey believing that I will write up a post everyday. And I will not give up in between. May be by sticking to this routine will eventually motivate me to stick to other things in life as well. Hoping to start this thing on a good note and good day. I wish i succeed. I will do it for atleast an year, just like her. A movie gave me this idea, i guess there is always something you can learn from everything. 






Saturday, 18 November 2017

It was brilliant
The vision spectacular
They were like two strangers lost in each other
They were so apart yet so together
The eyes sparkling, hands intertwined
They were looking for some escapes
From stranger eyes
Touch was natural
Happiness too much
Hands held like they were meant to be forever
Bliss on faces
A deep thirst on lips was standing there
Like an angry little bird
The eyes were radiating moon light of the night
They were standing behind a barrel of old boxes
Again holding hands
Looking for some escapes
From the starnge old devilish eyes
They were not in love
Only full of thirst for love
Love which was impure
Which was not to be respected
By the eyes of the world
They could have stayed there holding hands
But a scandal would happen
If they held each other for too long
The cold was unnerving
The only relief was in warm breaths
Which both were releasing near each other’s ears
They wanted to come closer
But then somebody passed
And they stepped back
Still holding hands
Walking down the path they just came from
Their hands touched now and then
With deep sighs
They just went about looking for an isolated escape
Away from the eyes
Away from the world
Perhaps deep down into some woods
Where no one will see
No one will watch
No one will judge
And no one will comment.
Away from the strangers’ eyes
They went away
Holding hands
Looking for some peace

Saturday, 11 November 2017

The God of Small things

Arundhati Roy, you are brilliant. You have written something beyond my expectation. I don't know why I took so many years to buy 'God of Small Things'. It was a beautiful little book.

There was no story and yet every small thing tells a story. The God of Small things, or The God of Loss, it was all about those little small things ignored in life. Never knew all those small things had the power to tell an intriguing tale of their own. Ammu, Rahel, Estha and Velutha, are hanging by my side, telling me their small stories with every minute passing by. It was a poem. The whole book was rhyming. It was like a long piece of poetry, whose melody would not let me stop. It is true the great stories are those, whose story is already known but they grab your attention, every single time you hear or read them. You have given us one such tale. The characters are confounding and rebellious. They tell you a tale with their own perspective. It is hard to hate the antagonist too because it was demanded of her, otherwise it's beauty would have been lost. Truly a master piece.

Tuesday, 7 November 2017

Television going mythological

Have you noticed that suddenly there are too many historical dramas being played on television. Why this sudden revival of interest in historical stories? Are people turning more religious everyday or the viewership has been reduced to few people who are only interested in misquoting the historical events and introducing mysticism into it which would be enjiyed by the viewers, who never care to question the facts. Whereas the web is experimenting with different categories, for instance the web series being produced are much more realistic and are playing with new ideas. My virtual girlfriend, maya, sexacohlic etc., are some of the topics which are unspoken of. Even short films and movies are playing with varied number of ideas.

But, why the indian television industry is getting sicker everyday?

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Something irrelevant

Every time when he says something 
It sounds like he is trying to hurt
The words are different but they all mean the same 

Every time he looks at me 
He gives me the same look which hurts 
He may look at me in different ways and at different times but they all mean the same

Every time he wonders about me
He thinks about my well being which hurts
He detests my choices and wants my well being but this all means the same 

Every time 
I hope this every time would stop 
Because i cannot take it anymore
It hurts every time just little more

Now the tears have dried and my mind is calm 
I hate this anguish we both live in
It equally hurts us both 

I wish i wish i could just tear it all away 
Me to another planet and him to another
Because no matter how much we care 
We just cannot share the same time trail 

Saturday, 1 April 2017

Am I writing a tribute to The Fountainhead? No i am not, when I read it the last time I was too naive to understand the deeper implications it could have on somebody's thoughts. This time it was different, it was read with a different point of view and under different light with a little better understanding. I have loved the lead Howard Roark since i was 16, just the way Ayn Rand reveres the human form. The perfect man, as men of a free society are ought to be. I worshipped him like Dominique Francon and Gail Wyand love him through out the book. But suddenly my love for him has changed, it is not love but a longing to see men who could build my utopian world. Since it is a utopia perhaps it would never get accomplished just like Marx's proletarian state never took its true form and as lassiez faire capitalism ceases to exist today. This is so because world belongs to change and not to continuity of same ideas. The dialectics will continue till something better comes up but there will always be someone and something to challenge that better too, it is like a never ending process. What i want to convey is that Ayn Rand is wrong in many ways, she talks of individualism just like Mill or Hobbes or but her individualism comes with a dependence, a dependence on talent. She denounces mediocrity and that is where i dislike her opinions. I don't want to denounce merit, but i support the relativity of merit. Like richness and poorness are relative to each other so is the merit to mediocrity. There exists merit because there are already set standards of average. And this very fact makes her individualism based on merit flawed. She is a nonbeliever of a communist society as well as the mixed society, the reformed capitalism or socialism of the present times. But the fact is these both are incomplete without each other. A communist society is as exploitative as the capitalist society. The complete submission to any ideology is a crime because they are incomplete. Perhaps the dialectics is yet far away from a better ideology.  I don't have any solutions to this problem or to the flaws of her objectivism. I just wanted to state my opinion. 

Saturday, 15 October 2016

Poverty is the worst form of violence

(i wrote this one recently and i kind of liked it)

When two people meet they compare their lives, their assets and their ways of living.  And from this comparison arises the idea of hierarchies- hierarchies of rich, middle-class and poor. These hierarchies draw us closer to the idea of poverty. Poverty exists because the idea of rich exits and vice-versa. Poverty is a much contested concept because it can be of two types. One is absolute poverty and the other one is relative poverty. Now, absolute poverty as visible from the name itself is the one which is of the worst kind, where even the basic needs of a human as discussed by the maslow’s hierarchy of needs(physiological needs- food, water, shelter and clothing) are not fulfilled. Second one is the relative poverty which has no end to it because one will always be poor relative to some other person.
World over, there is a war being waged against poverty. It won’t be wrong to say that it is the relevant poverty which causes the absolute one. This brings us to the statement in title- what makes poverty worse then violence? How you would feel if you don’t get sufficient meal a day, your family is dying of hunger or diseases because you have no access to health services? But obvious, you will fight but who will be your opponent? A violent fight gives you a chance to win over your rival. Atleast you will get a chance to strike back but with poverty, whom you will hit—your fate? This facelessness of enemy gives it a worst character.
What could be the reasons for poverty?
·         Core-periphery relations:- Immanuel Wallerstein gave idea of three kinds of nations – core, semi-periphery and periphery. Core is rich because it exploits periphery and semi-periphery. This is very similar to the hierarchies among individuals or within a single a nation too. Rich can eat a $100 meal only because some cannot even afford a $2 meal. Core is getting richer and poor is getting poorer, this gap is widening. america and sub-saharan Africa share this kind of bond only.
·         Growth and development imbalance:- Countries compare their status in world on the basis of their economic standing that is the GDP (gross domestic product). Country is progressing but how well the individuals are doing is not visible. For example –where India is one of the fastest growing economies in the world, still one-third of India’s population lives under poverty.
·         Problem with poverty measurements, no clear definition of poverty:- In India, poverty is defined on the basis of calorie intake by a man in a day and world over a person is considered below poverty line (BPL), if he earns less than $2.5 a day. This measurement of poverty is very insufficient and unjust. What about shelter, clothing needs and health facilities? Countries like India even after declining health status of the country still spends only 1% of GDP on health sector. Focus is only on food security where as good diet and health is not given enough credit.
·         Lack of opportunities:- One of the biggest reasons for poverty is lack of work opportunities for people.
Lack of education opportunities (including skills) ---->  Unemployment -----> Poverty

This brings into focus the growth versus development debate.

·         Development of underdevelopment: - Liberalism in the garb of development opportunities is driving less developed economies towards further impoverishment. Neo-colonialism or neo-imperialism, or economic imperialism where countries like china, us and Western Europe are exploiting Latin American and sub African countries through free trade policies. In the name of development funds and development aid, the agencies like WTO, World Bank, etc. impose conditions where poor countries have to open up their economies. They export raw materials at cheap prices and import finished costs at higher prices. This is further impoverishing the Global South.

·         Political, social, economic and technological restraints:- Eradicating poverty to the core would take away one of the vote gathering strategies from demagogues of the present day. Lack of hierarchies in the society, makes opportunities of employment and education accessible to very few. For already under-developed countries, investing in infrastructure and creating opportunities would be little difficult. Even access of technology is restricted to such countries, which acts further as a hindrance in the growth.

These were some of the probable reasons for growing poverty. But looking at the situation of poverty world over is as important as knowing it reasons. Different faces of poverty-
Malnutrition:- recent 13 children deaths in palghar, Maharashtra  due to malnutrition are enough to show India’s declining situation. Half of the deaths world over among under 5 are due to lack of nutrition.
Rising infant mortality rate and maternity deaths – due to lack of health facilties, deaths of neonatal and mothers are a common phenomenon.
No proper shelter:-  even a shelter is a dream for some. Rising slum areas and ghettos is a very example of this.
Rising Crime rates and rising terrorism:- What option you are left with when you cannot even a afford a decent meal with a day’s work or no employment is available. The rise of Islam against western hegemony can be attributed to lack of opportunities and growing people whereas the west was growing at unbelievable rates.

This leads to an overall decline in human development and society. When Hobbes promoted the idea of social contract which every individual consented to, he was not aware that the state which promised ‘no harm to life’ would find out indirect means to harm. The stunted growth of our future i.e.our children gives a very inhuman character to this problem of poverty which makes it violent as well as oppressive.
Government has been unable to tackle this issue. But the need is to identify the enemy first. The objective is to work for the over-all development of all- where giving them food would be as important as giving them access to education. Creating a self reliant population should be the aim of poverty control measures. Rich countries in 1970 agreed to provide 0.7% of their GNP to poorer countries. This should be regulated by UN and more transparency should be brought into it. Million Development Goals under the UNDP includes poverty as one of the targets and countries are aided and given targets accordingly. This is a positive step but it could be made more relevant by giving a better and clear definition to poverty, which will help aiming reform in a more defined direction. The debt cycle African countries are lost into should be reduced as agreed in the 2005 G8 summit. Taking a cue from India’s PDS (public distribution system) i.e. food at subsidized costs, food security should be insured. Schemes like MGNREGA should be started to ensure definite employment generation. Inclusive growth financially as well as in other sectors is as important, recent Jan Dhan Yojana and Direct Benefit Transfers acts like a heads-up here. Increasing access to health facilities and easy availability of vaccinations to poor are equally important


The idea of a better future lies in the hands of our children. Not a few but a larger number of reforms are needed to wipe out this faceless evil. Like a masked devil, poverty is eating up our past, present and future. It has to be resolved not in isolation but in interdependence. Otherwise after world wars, there will be now clash of civilizations as predicted by Samuel Hartington. One of them in the face of terrorism is already on rise and to nullify it, west must give up self greed and give poor a chance to grow.

Monday, 26 September 2016

I wish to live...

Sometimes it is best to be quite. That is exactly how I feel these days,  I wish to be quite. I don't want to talk to anyone or  about anything. But will people around me let me stay quite? No they won't.  If I speak they have an issue with that and if I don't they have an issue with that too. I want to be the best judge of my actions. But even when I approve of my actions,  it is the approval of people I seek the most.
I live alone and I am free to spend my life anyway I want.  But there is always a But. I cannot live freely till the time I live with people around me. Because they would want to point fingers at every inch of my private life. I am a bird who has been set free but his wings were chipped long back.
I wish to breathe freely.  I need to be  somewhere,  where people would not ask me whether I eat or live on water. I would not want people to tell me to loose or gain weight. I would not want people to tell me whether I should be a veg or non veg. I would not want them to predict whether I am single or with five. I don't want anyone to raise brows over my drink. I would not want them to make guesses about my virginity. I don't want a particular neighbor to keep a tab over my timings. I would not want anyone to call me a slut just because I have too many opposite sex friends. And I don't want people, I meet for the first time to take my frankness as my weakness. I wish to be a person with a free will. I would not want people to make comments over my family background just because they saw me puffing away some smoke. I don't wish people to think I am open just because my partner is not around. I don't wish them to take me as an option but  as a person I am. I wish they would see my personality and not my gender.
Live,  love, drink,  enjoy that is what i wish to do without a care for the world. But I won't be able to say that I don't care. Because I do. I care about when people dislike me. I will care about them passing remarks over me. I would be bothered about  there comments and opinions. I will get hurt with all the rumours that they would spread about me.  I will care when I will be isolated. I will care because I live here.  I live here to live and not to spend this life as a loner. I care and I cannot deny it no matter how much I deny it. All i wish is people to accept me as I am and the kind of life I live.

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. ...