The Humanity Hogwash

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*