Hello Readers,
I had this blog already written before a fortnight ago (as you will feel the "bump ahead") but...Come on! Do you need to ask for everything? Certain things have no reasons, which is my another way of saying, that I got a bit lazy to transfer this post from laptop to here. Anyway, the thing is the examples/incidents maybe "old" but not the topic.
The Indian Brangelina
got married. The best joke I found on it was people telling to Saif’s children,
“Congratulations! Aapko mummy hui hai!”
Maybe that’s what they needed after their real mom, Amrita Singh, was abdicated
from the position of Nawabi (I don’t think this is the correct feminine form of
Nawab, but it’s okay.). At the end, the media got what they wanted, the couple
already has what they wanted and I got what I never wanted. Boredom. But when
the best option are Internet and a Windows 7 Ultimate running PC, then fudge
the son of the badge called TV.
Navratri
is being celebrated just in the way, UPA celebrates scams. Everyday, the faces are
new but the story is same. Politics is much more interesting than Navratri.
Here there is no garba but a fast
moving DJ dandiya which actually
needs no music to play. Available for free on TV, we still waste money to go
for garba. God will help us again.
The other night I was
at CEPT, went for a Navratri celebration
with my dear friend. The purpose was of meeting and playing just for a while.
Had fun because CEPT-Ahmedabad is one of the most creative institutes in entire
India and to enjoy it, one either needs to be inside the college or should have
huge money plus great contacts, to get in.
Next day, as usual as
my routine, I was heading towards my college with my friend. On the way, we saw
a terrible accident. Two people, man and woman, both were in sitting position
trying to stand up, amidst the dumbfounding situation and trauma of sudden
accident. A Skoda had flung them almost in the air. Just to paraphrase the
accident, the car’s bonnet got a big man-size dent and the windscreen got
damaged as bad as Manmohan Singh’s reputation. As usual, the crowd gathered and
was trying to revive them up. We were operating under the assumption that
someone had already called 108-Emergency service. At that time my friend
silently uttered in my ear, “Shall we go? Late
honge toh ek CL (Casual Leave) pad
jayegi. Vaise bhi apne kuch nahin kar sakte yahan. Chal.”
I was looking at that ghastly
face of both fortyish people. One can’t imagine their condition for sure. My
train of thoughts was stopped by the statements of my friend. I was so angry
but was he wrong? No. Was the rule right? Yes. Were we behaving the way we
should have behaved?
I saw this scene in
front of my eyes. Me getting injured badly and people would just make a
sympathetic hiss and leave because their job was not allowing them to attend
any such “nonsense”. The company has a reputation of having many workaholic
people who don’t have any other life than the one with the laptops and
desktops. Files and folders. PowerPoint presentations and statistical
conundrums. Their life ends at the desk and the office itself. I am not in a
corporate job. But certain rules are too convoluted in each and every nook and
cranny of universal job culture, that whether you’re a peon or a Picasso, you
need to get in time.
I thought, what is this
“time”, if it compels us to leave our loved ones in lurch? What is this “time”,
which forces us to abandon a suffering person on the road unattended just
because it may cost you your one dear leave? What if that leave was too
important for you because one of your family members got some problems and you
had to leave? What is the use of you getting salary, if you cannot buy that
time? I know one cannot buy time but at least one can try to buy some sympathy
by spending that money? But is anyone doing that? Not a single person.
We might be having a
head, higher than cloud nine, if we’re working in a MNC. I would rather say we
are behaving like an ostrich, which hides its head in soil during any calamity,
so that he cannot sense danger. Great. I was so shocked that how much helpless
and useless can I be, if such really important incidents, which in some cases
may mean life or death, remain neglected just because of the petty leave or a
day’s salary. I don’t want that and I won’t do this from now on. Any such
emergency should be and would be attended.
People were discussing
that what a #$%* that driver was who hit those people. I believe he was the son
of parents, who couldn't spare their one day of their busy days or take a
leave, when he failed his driving lessons and still got a license from a bribe
bitching police man. It’s not only parents, it’s that police man too, who couldn't take a leave or rest and went berserk by giving license whoever came
that fateful day. I believe. People love that bastard, who killed so many
people beneath his car, number of times, and is now running some organization
for “Human Being”. We aren't hypocrite. We are the damaged dipsticks.
Maybe, God will give us
a leave, one day, from calling ourselves humans.
“Man
is God’s most beautiful creation”
-Told by whom? A Man!
Signing off
*Dump*
