Saturday, August 20, 2005

A Blast not on Dipawali

Few days back, i was astounded by one of my friends who came to my lair just to break this news (i accept i don't have a knack for current affairs, i'm a cocoon animal!) He charged to my room shrieking "Abe suna kya? Bangladeshe Bomb phoote gelo!!" (Know what? There has been a bomb blast in Bangladesh!) "60 bombs chhilam!" 60 bombs! Is there some mega sale or is it that bombs are being sold at the rate of seers? i was highly thrilled! That might have been some news, i asked him. He had been laughing like a mad person. "Do jan hi mare hain sirf!!".Only 2 down!! now i too burst in laughter. The supposed news had been nihilated by this punchline! What a waste of public money, i thought.
I am a person who believes in committing with 100% of my self to anything which i take up. (Rest percentage is alloted to other things). But this was obnoxious! You blasted 60 bombs to kill just two people? The makers of the bombs would be hiding in shame somewhere! Bombs are aimed for a better destruction efficiency than their predecessors, and these people wasted someone's labour. At least they should have respected for the hard earned cash by Bangladeshi populous. They did not have right to waste national treasure like this. It is for this reason i stopped celebrating dipawali, because it wasted Pa's hard earned money. The whole idea was so childish, a scar on face of terrorism; especially when things are going glamorous with some countries on the verge of being declared as terrorist countries, and some people keeping the life size posters of Terrorist king pins like Mr. Ibrahim or Mr. Laden. These people who claimed for the "vast amount of destruction" should have made optimal use of the bombs.
I heard that they claimed that they wanted their voice to be heard by the government, and they did not want a destruction and loss of public life. What a gandhian way to celebrate dipawali then! I liked the idea.
Perhaps they thought to be innovative and not mean any destruction as they said. It's a new face terrorism has shown. A face more civilised and more gentle than the London, or Bombay stock exchange massacres or New York WTC incidents. It is a simple and innocent way to make you hear their voices, and accepting a tolerance limit of 5%, 2 people dead in 60 blasts is not a bad performance on their grounds. It is a huminatarian approach to terrorism, and of course, i have full sympathy towards those who died in the blasts, for their end was unwanted and superfluous, but the omnipotent ahs decided an end for everyone, so can't help in that. I do agree that it was indeed bad, but at least an iota more cultured than Bin Laden Corp. or some D inc. I really liked the idea!

Friday, August 19, 2005

The Tintinabulation i Hear

Radha was simply furious at him. How could he be flirting with others? It was not done! And then lord Krishna justified himself, smiling,
"I see you, Radha, in everyone i love!".
The beauty of this statement is that it can be interpreted in many different ways, some are subtle while others, superficial. The more one thinks, the more meaningful it becomes. In fact the greatest manager ever (this is what i call him), delivered each and every word which had multiple meanings, showing his total command on faculty of speech.
i have been intrigued by this one sentence for about a decade, it had been clandestine hitherto until i thought i knew sufficiently enough of its meaning to write something about it. i was fourteen when i heard the sentence for the first time. i was growing, and i was growing keen too. it was a unique sentence and an intelligent one to paint one's otherwise objectionable action as a very dedicated one! i liked the idea, and it worked at some places, encouraged, i started using it very often and then it failed at some places, thus, i was a bit disappointed at the success rate of this statement. It was beyond my fathom to understand any other meaning.
The General manager was a really wise and knowledgeable guy of his times. No wonder he helped forge an empire which spanned complete Indian subcontinent and some Afghanistan. His statements are a treat for brain. He still has a evergrowing fan club even today! i could not understand, i thought, the reason might be he had some superhuman powers, and he had a very very large female fans following him. Wasn't it great! seemed like a movie though!! Who would not like being loved dedicatedly by so large a number of women, who have a stream of love within themselves, always ready to pour and make the world a lovely place for you to live.
I was sixteen. A heart was broken for the first time! So i was very particular not to hurt anyone. How could the Greatest Manager (i call him GM) not have delivered a heart ache? i wondered. And was it not derogatory to someone else's love when you exclaim that it's somebody else's love you are seeing in it? It was mean on the part of GM. It's convincing that he loved her more than anyone else, but it didn't give him the licence to ask someone to replace the love which was copyright of some other person! ah! Rebellion was at work.
It has been a decade.An aeon negligent, but for me, knowing that i have a short life, its a big span of time, i'd say. Read many books, got defeated many a time, won my ego, got eluded, and got experienced with each shot of mine. Its a world which is ready to get chaotic, so delicate the balance is. Nevertheless, the balance will be eventually restored. This is what Thermodynamics taught me. I had already heard of Indian Institute of Managements when i was 13. They churn a league of extraordinary gentlemen, this was what i was told, but none of them has The Excalibur what he had!
Radha was most dedicated to the GM. Certainly, he reciprocated to her with fullest of intensity.

"I don't like proud poeple, i leave them the moment their ego comes in between. I also try to avoid people who try their sovereignty over me. It's just a selfless dedication i want, nothing more. It's the price one has to pay for my love."
This was what was missing in others. And what about those 16 000 wives? A battalion indeed! He had to marry them, since noone was there for them, they were downtrodden at the moment, souls were pure. So they dedicated themselves and my Manager obliged them. He always gauged the psychology of opposite person and spoke in his language. Maryada Purushottam was a different case altogether, he was not like him.
"I'm like a lotus which though is surrounded by water, but still water can not stay on its leaves!"
This was the key to the first intelligent sentence which i heard when i was fourteen! It was neither infatuation nor was it attraction... it was dedication, unconditional love, which i believed never existed! So simple a fact! Fact is really stranger than fiction! And like all universal truths, this one too was sweet; sweet enough to make me believe i heard some faint tintinabulation of cow- bells.

Nomads, are we?

Perhaps we all have seen our friends settling in life, settling to some place perhaps far far away, and often terra incognita. The question which intrigued me is that why do we then build our homes? and for that matter, why try to settle in our lives, if we may have to leave our peg and tether and drift away to some other place?

My grand-dad built his home somewhere, a place we left a long back (We now live somewhere else, in a house built by my dad). And if the things keep on going in this manner then i doubt severly that i'll be ever settling in Patna. Then why did pa settle there? why did my grandfather settle? he knew that none of his 5 children were going to stay!

I remember that namita once told me Only humans allow their children to come back home! Perhaps it has percolated in human nature to settle at some point. It is exactly in this way we left behind the nomadic age ages behind. But something which is the driving force of nature can not be changed; they say everything except change is bound to change! It is nature which urges us to move on in life, and it is our lethargy (may be the tardiness introduced by the hormonal changes) which in some way which keeps us from moving.
We might have left nomadic age aeons ago, but the nomad in us tries to drift us into some place unknown.
We often tend to drift from our roots so that we may explore the world, and when we find that we have seen enough of it, we return to our base!
We drift because we have the courage and the will to try anything out, and we settle because our experiences bind us to stay, it is the feeling of insecurity which deters us from proceeding. It's the fear of loosing which takes the grip coupled with a sense of satisfaction and feeling of frailty.
We often move forward because we need to achieve something in our life, and if we remember this, perhaps the nomad in us will never ever will be left behind and we would not have to return to our children!