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’?

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.

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.

http://www.abplive.in/india/2015/07/22/article659136.ece/Social-media-hit-Shashi-Tharoor-demands-reparation-payments-from-UK-for-colonial-rule

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

Joining this new corporate world

I am sitting in my office and wondering how far I have come. Is this the end ? If not the end then is it the final destination I was suppose to achieve.If life is a continuous adventure then where will this crazy path lead me too.
Am I happy and content ? Perhaps it is too early to answer these questions. But then you can realize your true happiness from the beginning of a journey itself . This daily journey from Gurgaon to office, in the metro and then going back in the mid of night, that is how my true corporate life has started. Contemplating the pros and cons of this place , I always keep evaluating my mental satisfaction in here.

I come and spend 13 hours of my day in here. This is the beginning but why this monotony of being clawed in a routine forever, threatens me. I have started to love this place and at the same time i have the ability to hate it too. Even at this age, when I have started earning, I cannot fully understand this love and hate relationship with my work.

I have always wanted to love my work. I never wanted a dependence on it. I want it to be my passion, and not as an escape from my loneliness. Hoping to forge some bonds here and looking forward to this change with hopeful eyes and not long sighs.

The easy world

We are so in love with gadgets and every comfort this technology has given us. We have come far ahead from those Stone Age days but what if someday an alien giant comes and scraps off our entire technology. Ripping up over server systems, destroying our sources of energy and leave us helpless with no hope to restart.

Will we be able to rebuild our times which were gifted to us by our ancestors?  I doubt, may be one day we will be able to start but it will take us years to forge that much of strength to restart. We are so use to the comforts we have been showered with that we have forgotten the essence of making an effort.

Not just the youth even the elderly these days rely on technology like never before. I am a economics student but I want to see how doctors treat a particular ailment. Let’s google it. We have 12000 results, choose the first five. Oh I have viral, this page tells me to take Amantadine and Arbidol. Is it an advantage or disadvantage, I fail to decide. Though I no more need a doctor but what if google is wrong.

This is what I call being blind folded by your comforts. Every profession has become dependent on web. I don’t have to make notes, I will study from internet. Wow. The need of books, acquiring knowledge and learning things rather than just referring to has been lost.

I think a time will come when I will ask a lawyer what capital punishment is. He will say wait and after searching google will give a reply, so it is a legal process whereby a person is put to death by the state as a punishment for a crime.

I mean have we become actually advanced or degraded ourselves to an even lower level.

Doors closed Forever

Excited, riding on cloud nine, I left for my air force medical. After all clearing the SSB in final year of your college was nothing small. Unaware of what destiny had planned. I had it all decided, my future, my swimming classes before I join in for training. Fit and fine who would have even thought that I could get rejected at this minor step.

My friends and relatives were congratulating me, passing on salutes to me. This was funny but I had even chatted with my friends about spending my first salary. I was dreaming day and night of my life after July in those sky blue shirts, navy blue caps and with badges shining, adorning my shoulders. 

I conferred my friends about the haircut I should get. I was being advised on about everything from everyone about what do I shop, booking tickets and everything I would have needed there. Medical passed and there came the day of results, I was informed of my rejection. I wanted to cry my eyes out in front of my mates but couldn't. They told me I was so brave, to hold up like this. Who knew I was cut into pieces from inside, my mind was whirling around, going crazy, unable to swallow the reason.

The nonsensical reason they gave was that I had a well laser-ed retina, which had nothing to do with my eyesight and which according to every civilian doctor plus some army people was no basis for a rejection. I have eyes which can see as good as any other pair of eyes but are not perfect for defense as they haven’t made rules about that yet said the lady doctor at the base camp hospital. One thing which she didn't answer was then what about my hopes and dreams. 

Well they went down the road too because the excitement and courage I showed once is lost somewhere amid these exerted rules where unfit stands no chance. Who do I blame for my weakness, I have no clue. But I know one thing which I learned is you go miles before you sleep, I will reach my star someday and there is long time before I go to sleep.

Money never said it can't buy you happiness

 Two incomparable things, money and happiness have been intertwined together and complete one another from time to time. Whoever said “Money can’t buy happiness” attended the old school of thoughts which ceases to exist now. You believe in that. Well I don’t, if it cannot buy you happiness why doesn't everyone just give up this mad money race and sit back home watching TV. No, you can’t because even this meager luxury like TV costs bucks. Person who gave this intellectual notion of money being worldly was a huge hypocrite who overlooked the mystical power of these paper notes.  These ordinary pieces of paper have the power to hypnotize every significant man on this earth. Ask an employee who gets a bonus on Diwali, whether less or more, it does bring a shine of festivity into his eyes, and I call that happiness only. Who says money can’t buy you a reason to smile; ask a little girl whose daddy got her a new dress and a Barbie doll on her birthday. Obviously these dresses and dolls do not grow on trees. They are bought with this much criticized materialistic entity called money only.

  Following the cycle of life, one needs a hospital to be born into, a house to live in, food to eat, bed to sleep and other luxuries to live life. Which magical beauty can buy all this for you? I can think of only one name and that is a wallet full of cash. If somebody still claims to be ascetic enough to ignore this boon or bane, suggest him to gift all his inheritance to me. Money is not the cause of your gloom; it is the greed for money which spoils the game. The system has always been give and take. Earlier it was barter system, goods in exchange of goods and now it is money in exchange of goods. Whichever way only roles have been exchanged otherwise the need is still the same. Life without money is beyond imagination. You need some necessities to live, which only money can buy. The mere completion of these needs only will give you happiness. So indirectly you do need money to buy you happiness and you cannot ignore its importance, no matter how hard you try.

Flood Waters show favoritism

Seeing the plight of Jammu and Kashmir people with my own eyes today, I realized how bad can be nature’s fury, once it comes into play. Agonized eyes, stressed heads were running from this corner to that, looking for someone to share their wrath with. Every new face was giving them a ray of hope. Their tongues trembled while stating the pain they went through. It’s not easy to see your own house, where you have spent half of your life and place which is full of your memories, lying in shackles.

Old ladies looking towards the sky and wondering, how would their children feed them when they can’t even feed their own newborns? Newlyweds doubting the marital bliss they were dreaming of. Kids unable to enjoy the freedom from classrooms, sitting inside damaged home looking for a place to play,  to sleep and watch TV.  When the whole household got washed away, what was left behind was rotten eatables, wet electronics beyond repair, clothes and every other thing of necessity smelling of stale water. The words are not just enough to define what they actually went through. Eyes on their own would start dripping water, seeing them suffering. A lady stacked in the same clothes for last 5 days was crying her eyes out, repeating her story to every other person, to lure her pain away. But this is the pain that won’t go away that easy.

 I wonder where the government of special state was, hiding away in penthouses. Why the water of floods which spared no one was pitiful towards these spineless retards? Why people were dying but there was no news of a politician being in threat or fighting the water crisis? This thought draws us to this conclusion that disasters are only meant for poor. The rich will always get away; with money they can buy safety from nature’s fury too.