Friday, December 26, 2008
Good News: The first frontier
TOI reports about this elderly couple, who defied their sons and others and stay put in their house adjacent to the ill fated Nariman house and claims to have the best sleep ever as army, police and nsg were covering them. This brings some cheer and the act is laudable. .
A nation with only options
Now there is a buzz about war every where. Wasn't it an over the board reaction? May be yes may be no? When cornered at times going all out is the right way to come out clean. Our country has been left with only few options, a) we change the complete political situation and go all for a face lift and correction underneath b) Root out all corruption that leads to one disaster to another (what happening around surely has some role of corruption to play or else it wouldn't be so easy to do things) c) wage war and kill everyone around d) strategically position the nation in a way that across every where we gain alliances or e) let things move the way they were. The fifth option looks difficult now, I myself would possibly get in to morchas and rallies this time round if anything happens that defies our soverignty or puts an question mark on our integrity. However does the nation stands united.
The third one is not feasible as we have more to loose than them. The second is something we are fighting for a while except at times people like Mayawati and their goons provides the exact knowledge of position we are in with that fight, so its another 100 years +. First and the fourth are the only two left. Let me ponder on it for a while and check the options for a while. May be a lengthy one on this once back from holidays.
The third one is not feasible as we have more to loose than them. The second is something we are fighting for a while except at times people like Mayawati and their goons provides the exact knowledge of position we are in with that fight, so its another 100 years +. First and the fourth are the only two left. Let me ponder on it for a while and check the options for a while. May be a lengthy one on this once back from holidays.
Grief and Shock
I am still grief stricken. Still numb and restless. What if? Irony and irony. I frequented Oberoi Trident so often in the last 6 months during my assignment to meet my clients, taking interviews and used almost all the restaurants the beautiful hotel had to offer. I am still awakening to the fact that my last meeting since I left Mumbai couple of weeks before was at fateful Tiffin! I cannot come in terms with the fact that I was sitting there on the place may be where the first grenade was lobbed!!! I don't think this scar will leave me soon. This brutality cannot be summarized in few words, anger, fear and everthing that I can envisage at one go crosses my mind. Am I safe? Can I take my family out for a casual dinner ever to some place without this fear in my mind, what if? My wife is shell shocked, she is in denial mode and says come what may I am not going to Mumbai for as many months as possible! My father and mother are so anxious with my safety now that they are asking me to limit myself to whatever I have! This is the real state of affair! Do I limit myself, do I limit myself just because my government elect cannot provide me the safe passage to live! A basic expectation! I can straight away blame that it is nothing but lack of will and flawed strategies, but how long we will keep continuing doing this and telling the same stuff over and over again. We need to stand up now. We have to do something. We cannot leave our fate on others to decide anymore.
I hope all the people here who belongs to that beautiful city is safe and sound.
I hope all the people here who belongs to that beautiful city is safe and sound.
Return to innocence
That line that dotes my header is borrowed from Enigma. But they are so apt. So true. It takes years to understand what is that one wished all his life. Life is so strange, it throws challenges, creates void, creates depression, creates all sort of nonsense, and then it shows the way out! How many of us could see that? How many of us could feel that? It takes year.
When I knocked the semis door at that grand podium, I had no clue I can write too! Last year when I championed the cause for fair trade at MOF (blame Syed Anwar for that) I never knew that I could speak at length on the floor! And manage few claps and many whistles in between! Last year when I interviewed my first candidate for that large pool I never knew I could turn a Greek feat to English (pardon that)! Last year when I got involved with matters of national interest I never knew I will be the part of the frenzy that will cripple the blockade of years in to shimmering lights. From tubes to leap-overs to water hold backs seen it all, and god feel so privileged that these was in store. And the gratitude continues!
How do I describe this all, how do I describe this feel inside, to borrow again from Enigma, "Don't be afraid to be weak, Don't be too proud to be strong"! Always, always I knew that, I cared for, I lived for and I failed to live for. Failed, yes that I did, won always forever, but after the evident! Ask those fellas standing down the barricades of the saintly park, they would say wow! It was good last time when your blade cut through that leather stitched in rounds and they hurled on barricades in continuity, till you fail and came back again!
When I meet those people who have left everything on the shores of unknown to chart the future of us through build ups I wonder how they remain unchallenged during the phase in between the uncertainty of life and death! How they pose
those smiles for us and takes all the burden to drive up and down the mountains, seas, urban recklessness or country side sarson da khets! The demeanor remains cool, calm and poised, they know they are on it, they are
building it all!
I have learned to fail, I have learned to fail and fail over to win. I know, the truth remains grounded always within, its like "mujhko mila-aashiyana-mera hain sara jahan". This frenzy takes away all the red gory stains punched up all around my walls.
She always says " One who loses knows how to win!" How on world she knows every thing! How on world she cares for me so much! How on world she looks around in my eyes and blurs the vision with those misty looks! Ma says, "Look at your wife tell her what you always wish to say!" Baba says, "She knows it all"! How she knows everything! But then as it reads, she is innocent, innocent to believe that I could do it all! But it worked, it did! It does!
Always!
Some relations remain inaccessible, they remain grounded in the past, some are well and good and destined to be there, but some needs more attention, some needs to be revived because after all they are detached from the same umbilical cord! They belong to the same world. The world where it means " Just look into your heart my friend, That will be the return to yourself. The return to innocence!
When I knocked the semis door at that grand podium, I had no clue I can write too! Last year when I championed the cause for fair trade at MOF (blame Syed Anwar for that) I never knew that I could speak at length on the floor! And manage few claps and many whistles in between! Last year when I interviewed my first candidate for that large pool I never knew I could turn a Greek feat to English (pardon that)! Last year when I got involved with matters of national interest I never knew I will be the part of the frenzy that will cripple the blockade of years in to shimmering lights. From tubes to leap-overs to water hold backs seen it all, and god feel so privileged that these was in store. And the gratitude continues!
How do I describe this all, how do I describe this feel inside, to borrow again from Enigma, "Don't be afraid to be weak, Don't be too proud to be strong"! Always, always I knew that, I cared for, I lived for and I failed to live for. Failed, yes that I did, won always forever, but after the evident! Ask those fellas standing down the barricades of the saintly park, they would say wow! It was good last time when your blade cut through that leather stitched in rounds and they hurled on barricades in continuity, till you fail and came back again!
When I meet those people who have left everything on the shores of unknown to chart the future of us through build ups I wonder how they remain unchallenged during the phase in between the uncertainty of life and death! How they pose
those smiles for us and takes all the burden to drive up and down the mountains, seas, urban recklessness or country side sarson da khets! The demeanor remains cool, calm and poised, they know they are on it, they are
building it all!
I have learned to fail, I have learned to fail and fail over to win. I know, the truth remains grounded always within, its like "mujhko mila-aashiyana-mera hain sara jahan". This frenzy takes away all the red gory stains punched up all around my walls.
She always says " One who loses knows how to win!" How on world she knows every thing! How on world she cares for me so much! How on world she looks around in my eyes and blurs the vision with those misty looks! Ma says, "Look at your wife tell her what you always wish to say!" Baba says, "She knows it all"! How she knows everything! But then as it reads, she is innocent, innocent to believe that I could do it all! But it worked, it did! It does!
Always!
Some relations remain inaccessible, they remain grounded in the past, some are well and good and destined to be there, but some needs more attention, some needs to be revived because after all they are detached from the same umbilical cord! They belong to the same world. The world where it means " Just look into your heart my friend, That will be the return to yourself. The return to innocence!
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