Monthly Archives: June 2008

In Celebration

26th June, one of the most important days of my life !

My brother’s, my best buddy’s Birthday today ! Join me in wishing him a fabulous life ahead …. 🙂

Expressing the pleasure …. Isn’t that very difficult ? Specially for a guy ? …. We men behave so secretively that even the closest person doesn’t understand what has happened to us. We are supposedly the stronger species, but we seem so weak when it comes to expressing …… we just can’t.

It’s good not to fake anything, but we can’t even say what we feel …. Shame !

Being a man in India is all the more difficult; you are not allowed to cry, you are not supposed to discuss what do you feel ….. your dads don’t tell you how much they love you, your mothers take pride in telling to neighbors bravery tales of you not crying even after series of injuries, your grandparents like your ‘war’ skills, your uncles advise you to give back bad treatment.

But then, why only India ? We keep hearing about men, who supposedly have stronger hearts, suffer more from heart diseases, men taking to addictions to forget their problems. Almost all over the world, male fraternity remains the same, rather, they love staying the same rigid phenomenon.

Emotions are not tied to any gender, they are god’s gift to humans, all of us, they are very natural. I object strongly, to be termed ‘metrosexuals’ for behaving so naturally ?

Look at women : ohh, they are so natural, they are so free ….. they can cry, they can say thanks, they can express love, why can’t we be the same ? At least in some possibly better ways …..

It’s so good and comfortable to just ‘speak it out’ ….. I feel so comfortable after scribbling all this.

I hate emotions; they make me fall in love with them, every time.

After all, it’s a Man’s world …. Let’s not be chauvinists, let’s not be the traditional ‘macho’ guys …. It’s never a crime putting forth what’s on mind, what’s in the heart …… let’s say ‘I care’ to those we care for, let’s say ‘I love you’ to those we love, let’s share, let’s cry our hearts out for all those reasons we have hidden from all others for all our lives


Inflation sucks!

As the sun is set to set, I am writing this down sitting in my cozy room almost unaffected. I couldn’t agree more with people who call me impulsive as I put this text down.

Where we go, inflation follows, be it malls, super markets, colleges, banks or even a bhaajiwali. Let me tell you am not going to write about how a particular industry is affected, how a particular index is going up or some share prices going down nor am I going deep with the famous ‘common man’ issue.

However, thinking about the children in north Karnataka who won’t be getting mid-day meals everyday hence on and the ‘cheap’ labors in Mumbai, Delhi who have to do cost-cutting on their food consumption as their wages are still to come to terms with the rising prices and the farmers who were once termed ‘driving force of India’ who are now waiting for the harvest season to arrive sooner, depresses me no end.

Why only them? Look at ‘cost effective resources’ of call centers and software co’s, are they any better ? They too have been hit hard with recession in the US. Challenge now is to find the root reason for this or else find a better way ahead. Who’s going to do that ?

Government ? And the Indian one at that ? Do we need to rush to the US for this thing too ? Or ourselves after all ?

As an Indian, Who am I ? A software engineer who wants to go to the US and lead a ‘steady and hassle-free’ life just like the other boss’ favorite who has already flown or A guy who wants to do MBA and get a fat salary here itself crying loud on ‘how to be a spirited Indian’ or A builder who wants to earn as much as possible before banks raise loan rates, before government puts a check on realty prices or A housewife who never misses any of saas-bahu soaps, ‘extra melodramatic’ singing or dancing competitions and latches on every possible opportunity to acquire information about daily happenings in the colony keeping track of some tens of neighbors or A small businessman who gets up early to catch the shows of those Gurus and babas who tell you exactly which planet caused yesterday’s loss and being in which position would it cause all the luck coming your way today or A manager in an MNC who has achieved ‘everything in life’, who can convince employees under him clean shit or A minister who is blamed left right center by opposition, who’s more concerned about nuclear deal (another point, he doesn’t know anything about it except that it has got something to do with the US) than his own constituency.

God, save me please !

Luckily I am not that thief from Firozabad who gets beaten like POWs in front of all the cameras for stealing a foot-driven rickshaw, I am not that woman who gets raped in Sonipat for marrying a guy from lower caste, I am not that newlywed girl from Vidisha who gets killed for not being able to fulfill increasing demands for dowry, I am not that call center girl from Delhi who gets raped in the cab at wee hours, I am not that teenage girl from a rich family who gets killed by someone and even the CBI fails to solve the murder mystery, I am not that farmer from Vidarbha who commits suicide due to 30K loan, I am not that Devdasi from Gulbarga who’s hands are chopped off as she wanted to study and get away, I am that good looking wannabe model from Mumbai who can do ‘anything’ for good contracts, I am not that businessman from Mumbai who has to fight his own brother for ‘success’, I am not that IT bigwig from Bangalore who needs to act benevolent to support a business decision.

God, you have already been rescuing me for so long !

God, you have given me such a happy life. I can sit at home and watch all this happening around, thanks to technology. All by your grace, I have the luxury of not doing anything about this and still lead a comfortable life. Thank god, however bad the superiors do to me, I have the right to take out my frustration on those who need me. I can use the newspapers for packing chapattis, I can relax after watching news and turn to cricket. I can complain about increased parking rates in multiplexes and earn back big bucks at my office. I can crib about my appraisal, about my manager and get away with all the sympathy.

Working for poor ? I had gone with my colleagues to some social institution, I have so many snaps to prove that. Helping the children ? I donate Re 1 per share I hold under my insurance. Saving the environment ? I had participated in green rally organized by my company. Isn’t that enough ?

After all, what can ‘I’ do ?