Indu ji

History is filled with names who are always looked upon with fear. These names rose to fame and had their downfall even more fabled. And even today, whenever referenced, are done with a few eyebrows raising. One such personality in Indian history and politics remains Indira Nehru Gandhi.

I was fascinated with the idea that the evilest people are the least known people. Everyone has a vague idea of the evil but no body cares to dig deep into the reasons of how it turned evil. This holds true in case of a robber, a rapist, a terrorist or even a tainted politician. Indira too was considered one among the leagues of evils which has plagued the Indian community from the time she became the Prime minister of India.

Indian education system is such, that it does not include the post Independence era with much clarity or detail. Hence a common Indian man of 21st century would be bereft of any knowledge on the topic – Indira Gandhi. Yet everyone has heard stories from their parents or grandparents about the atrocities that Mrs. Gandhi did. And so any mention of Indira Gandhi would find you among ghastly stories.

So I decided to read about Indira. I found the best biography on her was written by Katherine Frank. This was 2012. I was in college back then. I could not find a online source besides the book was costly for a person like me, who then thought spending on reading anything apart from textbooks is a waste of a lot of resources at the same time. Foolishness! The idea took me to a find library – Delhi Public Library which is an excellent way to get hold of any book free of cost. Yet I could not get hold of the book due to some reasons. Skip past 4 years, I started to work for an MNC and I got hold of the book. Voila!

Before starting to read a book, I believe there should be a burning desire to read the book. And if the desire is not before you start reading it, the author should have the ability to ignite it. To add to my curiousness, I always had a doubt in my head – Why Indira, daughter of Jawaharlal Nehru named Gandhi ? Did Mahatma Gandhi adopt her ? I open the book and it is divided in three halves – Indira Nehru, Indira Gandhi and Prime minister Indira Gandhi. What a wonderful way to segregate a life.

The first part starts with a background about the Nehru family and how things progressed before Indira’s birth. Post her birth, the book tries to establish a chord with the character Indira by making the reader aware of her relationship with her father and mother and then her extended family. Since Nehru had a foreign education so were his thoughts. Yet his father tried to impose politics onto him. The result of it being he had fairly little time for his family. Indira’s mother, Kamla Nehru had tuberculosis due to which her life was miserable throughout. Apparently, Indira too had tuberculosis whose cure was not known back then. So for treatment and education, Indira had to remain abroad. The part tries to emphasize on the point how disturbed her childhood was. The parents are torn among themselves. And none had the time for Induji (JN Nehru used to call her by this name, sometimes Indu boy). I believe time is something that binds people in a relation, yet if none is given, it remains dormant in case of a family. Indira cared about her parents but hated her life as a torn child. The first part sets the mood for the bigger event – Indian Independence.

The second part is an interesting one, where Indira Nehru meets a man Feroze “apparently” Gandhi. One thing I always try to do, while I am receiving any information though any media – movie, tv series, book, FB Post (yes these days they count too), is to double check its legitimacy. So I google Mr. Feroze Gandhi’s background like an FBI agent. I found he was a Parsi, like the book said, but he was Feroze Khan. Mr. Khan , though a Gandhi Bhakt, conveniently converted himself before marrying Indira. While reading Katherine Frank, I really admired how she would point to every shady areas saying that it is inconclusive. It adds to the fun given now we have Internet to rattle every bone of contention. The book informs that Indira comes back to India, her mother dies and she becomes an activist of India’s independence, each happening gradually. As she gained popularity she gained more confidence. People started recognizing her as a youth icon. Yet the relations between Feroze and Indira remained cold. Feroze was too flamboyant besides Indira was too much a puppet of her father. India gained independance and Indira get into a full time role of serving his father – India’s first prime minister. She learns a lot in the coming years about politics, foreign affairs etc. And then comes a great chapter – Three deaths. First her husband dies. Then her father and then the acting prime minister Lal Bahadur Shastri. This opens the stage for Indira to Prime minister’s seat.

The greatest asset Indira had was her connect with people was flawless. The third part commences with crowds going crazy at Indira contesting Lok Sabha elections. Indira even though was involved with all the politicians yet there were enough contenders for the top position. The book carefully shows how people get greedy and fight to snatch power. Indira becomes the Prime minister but tanks miserably in the early days. She had the experience of a laborer while serving Nehru but never did she thought as a Head. She was ridiculed and bullied, which I believe made her stronger. Luckily to her rescue was a solid team of henchmen including P N Haskar who was J N Nehru’s PA. Reading a little about Hasker I felt that a team is as good as the henchmen’s are and not as good as the leaders. Yet Indira never got the support a Head should get. Partly because nobody believed that she would take on everyone and still win the people’s confidence.

Meanwhile, her two sons Rajiv and Sajiv (later changed to Sanjay since he was caught in England so had to change his passport) were all grown up. Rajiv married Sonia and led a sincere life becoming a pilot. Sanjay (who is allegedly not Feroze’s son. Hints of which have been given throughout the book) had an astonishingly notorious mind. He failed in an attempt to create  an automobile company. He then took to politics to make his dream come true. Indira was known to keep politics away from relations. This she had learned from her own childhood. Yet Sanjay penetrated. Sanjay was Indira’s weak point which he exploited exceptionally well. He had opened illegal businesses. He removed P N Haskar since Haskar knew of Sanjay’s actions. He installed his own people in Indira’s diameter. This is where I felt was when the nail in the  coffin was driven. Indira even though was known a strong women, sub consciously played the puppet’s role better. And Sanjay was in control of Indira now. When her opposition in the cabinet started to join hands, an emergency was induced by Sanjay into Indira’s head. Started as a nation building activity, emergency was exploited to the worst extends.

Indira reigned 11 years in India with 2 years of emergency. She was ousted in the general elections of 1977 yet she returned back in 1980. By this time, a lot of regional violence took light. Team Indira (on more research found that Indira gave Sanjay this task) devised a plan to attack violence with religion. This backfired. And this backfire took a community’s sheen and Indira’s life.

The book very delicately describes both the aspects of the violence and Indira’s stance. It never provides you a myopic view so that you draw any misconceptions. That is what is the beauty of the book. The book opened a lot of secrets of Mrs. Gandhi’s life too. The book also briefly addresses the post Indira violence which worth knowing.

Today marks the 32nd death anniversary of Indira Gandhi. After reading through the book, I have a quite different conception on many celebrated lives. Yet I think, that the evil is always concentrated to one, even though there was an army of evil that was disarrayed. Indira had strengths but had weakness too, some deadly ones. I hope she rests in peace.

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A new word in my vocabulary

Recently, I was reading an article about the India-Chinese relation. The Chinese Prime minister was in India for the BRICS meet. With the attacks on the Indian army bunkers in near future, the Indian diplomats were all guns to gain attention to this fiasco. This they chose to do by alienating our  neighbor – Pakistan on a world stage. This act got some attention and sympathy from the stalwarts like US and Russia but Pakistan’s ally China had other ways to deal with this situation. China decided to the play the “aggressor-victim” card. I have heard who a passive aggressor was, but this was something new.

China is a very smart nation, it is known to support Pakistan from ages. The only reason for this act being that an enemy’s enemy is a friend. China never supports Pakistan for any of its acts openly, yet it supports it cause. And it did the same this time too. It accused India for blaming Pakistan for the terrorist attacks. This being one off situation where it aggressively supported Pakistan and came out of the veil. The fury was directed towards India for being insensitive to snap a friendly atmosphere in the South East Asian region. The stance was strong, with BRICS meet around there had to be balm along with the bruise that China inflected. And balm came in the packaging of victimization of Pakistan. China addressed that for any terrorist attack Pakistan cannot be made responsible. Adding that Pakistan is state working for peace and has been sufferer of terrorism more than any country. What a wonderful way to make your goon-like presence felt.

How do you respond to such a stance seemed a tough question to me. You cannot go all out on China considering that China made Pakistan a victim to gain any sympathy in any case of backlash. You cannot listen to the rant in silence given India would find itself as a weak state globally. To add to this, the timing of the statement could not have been perfect with the BRICS meeting around. India had called off the SAARC meet which included Pakistan, but could not afford to sideline China in BRICS given the stakes were higher in this situation. India however chose to stick by its stance without putting any pressure on China. India carefully steered out of the situation. I am no world diplomat, neither am I a connoisseur of diplomacy but the solution did not convince me personally. To which I thought, do I face such aggressive-victims in my life?

To my surprise, I do, almost as frequently as I can. These people I am talking about are aggressively fighting among themselves and when confronted of their mistakes to be the cause of the fight, play the victim almost instantly. Now the situation has parallels to the Sino-Indian situation. Though, I act as a mediator in the situation. My task remains to calm the parties involved in conflicts. The problem remains that I cannot blame anyone, I cannot point to causes of the fight yet I have to calm the aggression. I too, like my state India, go for diplomacy. But in personal matters diplomacy generally backfires pretty bad.

The word was new in my vocabulary. It gave me a new perspective to the various type of people involved in my life. Now whenever I introspect I do take the aggression-victim as one of the major points. I believe it powerful quality too. Making a good use of this quality with correct timing can do wonders. Like it did for China.

The Instinctive Run

A usual day. I am coming back to home by metro. I am tired. I am standing at the door of the metro to get down at the next station. I am surrounded by the usual metro crowd. The metro door opens. Suddenly, everyone around you starts running. And in a reflex, you find yourself running too. In the middle of this run, you think what made you run and you don’t have a clue. But you don’t stop, cause you are enjoying it. Or you think that it is pleasurable. Yet pointless!

Quite similar to our lives.

Bitter-to-sweet goodbye!

It takes a lion’s heart to start a conversation and break the ice. It takes even more to say goodbye to a loved one.

Life is such a puzzle. It makes the bitter sweet and takes a second to transform a sweet to bitter. I believe, it’s an art to be comfortable with anyone. The awkwardness at the start probably kills the brain with million thoughts. The courage then kicks in and you begin to familiarize. And there you go. There is connection, be it in a stranger in train, a jaywalking person inquiring directions, a distant relative’s visit etc. In every instance, the connect is possibly the most essential part. The deeper the connect, the longer you have known and the ease becomes effortless. Yet nothing stays forever and there are goodbyes.

I have spent a part of my childhood dealing with goodbyes. I used to live in a joint family. Relatives and friends would keep visiting and keep the house in a jovial mode. But when they used leave, it would devastate me. I, in my usual self would keep thinking about the good times. Sometimes, I would loathe the happy moments cause they would make me feel sick once they end. But that was childhood. You pass most things being helpless about it. Or you wait until you grow up.

Skip past all these years. I started to realize the extremity of this problem. I think at some stage we all do. One of my close friends changed class sections and that was it. I had enough. I started this game of fooling my mind. It’s a pretty simple one. We have done it with children while feeding them. You play with the brain and the brain accepts it. Most of the times, you know that you will leave someone. (NO! THIS POST IS NOT ABOUT BREAK-UPS) The only thing is the belief and the thought of being at a distance. To realize this thought, you may fool your mind to start believing of the distance before the actual goodbye. Now the tricky thing is to not act aloof. That would end you up in another trouble. Once the mind feels the goodbye, the thoughts are accustomed and the impact is deferred.

It is said that time can heal everything. A time travel can make the healing quick. A mind travel can do that even quicker. Its been sometime that the trick helped me out. College friends, colleagues and family, every goodbye was smooth. I don’t think I have become cold-hearted to the one’s who have left. Neither do I call myself strong. Yet I think I have got used to the change coming to rescue me from my comfort zone. And every uncomfortable day teaches you more about the present.Because living in the past as well as the future both can ruin your life.

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I know I have not written for a long time. And the comeback post is on ‘goodbyes’. Although it’s not a million-follower blog, I am not closing the blog. I was just busy with some heart-felt goodbyes in the past few months. I am hoping to write on more topics. I do this great activity of capturing a thought whenever it passes my mind. I just write the thought somewhere and once I open the blog, it flows in. I feel this is a great activity to calm a mind. Writing can destress a lot. An instance of this was when I  logged into the blog after 3 months and read the last post. It was such a bliss. I fell in love with my intellect and thought to start this second innings of Undulating Life.

How adulthood thugs you life

Some things are certain in life like the Christmas being peaceful every year , the new year with family, no major changes in the new year so on and so forth. On the other hand there certain things which do not have a specific time of arrival. They can hit you tomorrow or can make you wait for years. One such thing according to me is Adulthood.

Adolescence is a sweet phase. You learn so many things. You have so many questions.  You get the answers to those questions easily. Life is wound around few trivial stuff which seem magnanimous. The control of your life may not be much in your hands but it remains well within the reach. You seem to know that in sometime you will be independent. The pinnacle for which you were taught so many things.

And then adolescence ends. It is the time when people know that you are no longer an adolescent. People also have known your adolescent nature and secretly expect some changes. Even though a person would not have a specific time when he goes through the transition. The reasons could be a relationship, a family tragedy, a failed exam anything. But it happens with everyone.

Life is never the same. The problem creater is now the solver. His words are heeded not to give answers but to get answers. His ways of getting everyone’s attention changes. That is what some of us had craved throughout our adolescent lives. Yet something is lost in a way. Something that was never valued previously. Something that never seemed to have any use. Something that was considered the definition of living – Balance.

Since the ship has got a new captain it is not the captain who mostly drives it, it is the sea which takes it to places. When there is sun the captain is busy making new ventures on the ship. When the rain gods roar the captain is on the steering wheel trying to fight the sea’s ways. The captain always waits for the weather to be clear. He keeps waiting because he has known a world where the sun rises bright one day.

Unknown to the sea the captain fights hard. Yet there are instances when the captain feels he has had enough. He wants to break free from the captain’s role where people expect more than they should. More importantly, the definition to the captain role is different for everyone. For some it remaining calm and serious. For some it is to beat the sea at its game. And that makes adulthood even more challenging period. This sometimes leads to a situation when you want it to get over because you don’t want hear anything. Much like this scene.

Unlike the scene in the movie there is no situation where you can say OVER! There is no stop or pause button either. The misery will never end. Some day you will get accustomed to it and begin to enjoy it. That is when I suppose adulthood arrives. Until then the sea remains the master and you remain at the receiving end.

One of the best acted scenes

Of late I have started to watch all the classic movies of English cinema. I know I am lagging behind most of you but I will catch-up fast. My lappy is stuffed with hundreds of movies and that has started to bother me now. So I begin to make use of each movie ranging from It’s a wonderful life (1946) to Rocky to Godfather Series . In a week or two I was overwhelmed by the quality of story, acting and cinematography. I will post my reviews later of each of the movies. Every movie is a sheer brilliance. Its like appreciating a generation of legends. I believe everyone has a chart of movies in their head which one keeps updating. Mine has gone through multiple updates. Though these movies could not move Shawshank Redemption, which I saw in 2011, from top of the charts.

Frankly, I am an inbuilt critic of not just movies but of anything and everything. I remember my friends teasing me for calling an adventure ride too predictable..in the middle of that ride *hides*. In fact, movies give you a little more liberty. A freedom to express how I received the movie although it might be telling a different tale completely. It is said that the most difficult thing to follow is to simply things. To communicate in the most simplest terms is an art. And as the simplification gets more effortless the beauty of that art gets more profound. So is with cinema. You should convey your thoughts in the most effortless way.

One such pioneers of Hollywood industry was Ford Coppola, the director of The Godfather series.  The Godfather is considered as one the finest movies by all around the world. For those who have no clue about the movie, it depicts the story of an Italian mafia’s rise in America. The first part of the series is encapsulated by Marlon Brando’s acting. For anyone who recognizes Marlon Brando would think of Don Corlene as soon as he/she sees Marlon. His suave voice and his calm demeanor stood out throughout the movie. I had always heard of Marlon Brando and he seemed to exceed my expectations. Yet Godfather seemed to create a breeding ground for something more phenomenal – The Godfather-II. A legend in the making was Al Pacino. The Godfather-II nurtured and accredited Al Pacino for his classic acting.

Al Pacino carried the same poise that Marlon Brando did. He even bettered in the sense that he created a sense of fear with his calmness. Throughout the movie with extremely simplistic expression he conveyed a varied levels of expressions. But there is one scene which stands class apart. Because when someone watches a movie very rare does it happen that someone acting is highlighted automatically, unless it is really bad. In the scene, Al Pacino as an actor could be quantified.

He is an acting mafia and has a messed up family relations. While he was away he came to know about his wife’s miscarriage and he feels guilty for ruining his relation with wife further. He tries with all might to keep the family intact because everything else seems to pass from his hands. He is frustrated but never shows it openly. He is a Don and he only orders. The scene here opens where he is trying to convince his wife that everything can be sorted out. Micheal, as he is called in the movie, thinks Don and asks her what can done in lieu of settling things.  But his wife has made up her mind and insists on leaving along with the children. The Don retaliates saying he would use all force to not let that happen and is pretty sure of keeping the children. Al Pacino can be distinctly seen with hubris in his voice and his body language. At 00:47 you see how, from a pompous man he changes to a completely reasonable person. The dialogues too show sympathy. At 01.18 another shift to a man who shows promise. His eyes filled with passion and a vision for future. He talks of the change and how he knows that he has the strength to change everything, which is fair assumption from a anyone’s point of view. And then comes the deal breaker from his wife Kay. She informs him that the miscarriage was actually an abortion. This strikes as thunder to the Don who had been blaming himself for an event which was someone else’s deliberate deed. Adding to the injury she rebukes him and refuses his benevolence. At 01.57 I could see shame in his eyes for having misjudged an event and for having felt guilty for the miscarriage. His wife unaffected by him keeps on blowing her trumpet. At 02.08 the Micheal seems to find his world tearing into pieces. And he seems to gather these pieces as he looks back up. Kay is still ranting her heart with even more vigor. At 02.27  Micheal begins to outrage in fury. His wrath is so engulfing that the his chin begins to flinch. His eyes are open wide with rage. His mind is full of thoughts and violence. He is finding strength to control himself. All this is so gripping that you feel like hiding somewhere. But his wife is a brave women and she becomes the statue of truth. Honesty is good yet it should have its limit, which is what poor Kay could not understand. Meanwhile the Don is waiting for the cords to snap. And there you go. In a fit of rage, he lungs towards her and gives in to the pressure building in his head. Its as if his actions were involuntary. Soon after he finds himself and regains his senses which are still rushing with hot blood. Still shivering he commands her not to mess with his children. When the hot blood circulates back to the head he shouts saying the same words again like a ill-tempered lunatic. Woah !!! Goosebumps.. 3 minutes of headrush…silence..

 

I read that he was a method actor. It seems that he might have used that skill in this scene. Because nobody could have done it better. Every scene now appears mediocre. A new list breaker is created. The best acted scenes. Let us step aside for the exquisite 3 minutes of marvel.

 

A lethal combination

The world today is moving fast. Every second million thoughts are born and they are materialized subsequently. And these new ideas are being vented out in the form of a new revolution – Startups. This new term has caught the eye of every single person who has big aspirations. In a sense it is a place for absolute meritocracy, where the good flourishes and the mediocre meets an end. Hordes join Startups and even greater numbers are in the making. A good idea with a good team may sound the perfect combination to make it big, but I am no expert. Possibly a lot more goes into fusing a good combination but those things are not visible to a human eye. I happened to experience a combination recently which is by far lethal in every sense.

To a common man a lethal combination could be USA and Russia fighting as a team, Roger federer and Rafael Nadal playing doubles, Steve Jobs and Bill Gates starting a new venture and even Whatsapp merged into Facebook. Similarly to some Royal blue with beige is an exquisite combo and to some ice-cream and cola. All these combinations can be regarded as good but they are not lethal. A bunch of techies putting their life into a startup might come close to being deadly, but when these frustrated individuals are given a piece of enjoyment that’s lethal.

70 startup junkies at their only party in the year when are laced with alcohol and a dance floor to rock, took it to the next level at a nearby bar. They have worked their ass out for the delivery of a product which might stand in Zuckerberg’s way in becoming the richest guy. All the sleepy nights, all the power discussions have burned down and now its the time for them to let their guards down. Let the pain of bearing every client’s abuse go into every shot of vodka and every beat of DJ. The music gets loud and these innocent souls are going all over the places in the bar. The alcohol seems to detoxify everything. The DJ is scared to not adhere to any of the request from these junkies would mean a massacre. Wild party moves are entertaining the people out there for a quick dinner. For them its a live comedy show watching dancers of varied quality. The bartender is busy filling in the glasses with fancy drinks. And everyone seems to loosen up the usual monotony. One thing that sneaks out of everyone’s eyes is that these junkies are bearing the agony of not only working hard and not being much appreciated for it but also are missing out on a fair number of opposite sex.

Enter 3 hot chicks. The only girls in the startup who realize that they were born with not-so-boyish attributes. Its their day to let the founder know how messed up the sex ratio is in the startup. They have done away with spectacles and have donned beautiful gowns. Two of their teammates bypass the girls to be strangers. Yes, the alcohol can give you such magical moments. Until someone on the dance floor recognizes them. And the crowd goes berserk. For any song that is played now is dedicated to the girls. If the DJ plays “Unchi wali heels pehen ke dance basanti” (literal translation – Dance wearing high heels), everyone pretends that these basantis are wearing high heels and they make them dance. Insane !! With every song the antiques get innovative after all they are creaters of the next big thing. Their energy seem to never drain cause they were prepared for bigger marathons and this is just a cakewalk.

I wonder how amusing can some combinations be in life. How things that we never thought of come into existence and bring in the inevitable change. How these inexpressive incidents take the form of words and make a story. Its these little unusual joys and thoughts that make and break life. A toast to another happy day! and many more to come.

Wondering about them I take a leave from the bar, thanking my stars that I am not working at such a place.

Premonition – My simile

This scene is something what I can say is the present order of my life. A scene which defines it completely with every detail. I’m sure everyone has seen the epitome of love stories – “Titanic”. For the ones who haven’t – My sympathies will walk you back to your cocoon.

Its so amazing when a movie captures your past with great sincerity. It is even mesmerizing when you know it will reenact the present as well as the future. Just look closely into Rose’s eyes, filled with so many desires and plans. She has everything settled in her head. Passion, confidence and hope through those shimmering eyes makes a dejected Jack believe of what Rose has in future for him. He finds the very thought of this newly found dream crazy. Yet they know it. A perfect simile where you have a chimera making you do all sorts of nasty things. Just like Rose, you catch hold of your destiny and infuse it with your beliefs. How you want to just make it believe that it will be how I think. And how it keeps showing you your dreams as bizarre illusions. Oh poor Rose!! My admiration for your trust is beyond horizons.

While you are busy creating your ethereal space, while the Almighty in reality like Mr Murdoch(1.33.39 in the video) is sniggering at this happy scene. A surprise awaits their joyful lives. If someone is watching Titanic for the first time it one nail biting scene. And just like the expression on Frederick Fleet‘s face (in the featured image at the top), you know how the next phase is going to be. You have a premonition. This is what I have now.

I can see the iceberg. I have the bells and phones. The captain has started to rudder the ship away. The lower gates have been closed. Yet I fear the fate. For once let the iceberg move its way and let the dock present a rosy welcome. For this is what I been waiting for some time. For Kate knows nothing but to love Jack. Cause I know everytime there comes this iceberg, the titanic hits it. It is so painful to see the titanic sink and with it the most illustrious love story too. There are many ships let the iceberg sink those this time. Alas!

The winds have started to blow, cause it is that time of year which is real slow.

The captain is ready to sail, yet the premonition prevails.

Mr Murdoch has his hands on the bell, cause he wants everything to end well. 

Enchanting the icebergs to fail, yet the premonition prevails.

Impediments, hardships the titanic will hack, for its Rose to meet her Jack.

Not every time will I derail, let the premonition be pale.

ADIOS UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

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Amusing babies

Recently I discovered how much I am inept in handling babies. My nephew was born a few months back, so I paid him a surprise visit. Much to my surprise I was struck by the reality that babies are pretty annoying. They can be unpredictable. They can be noisy. Apart from the heart warming smile there is nothing in a baby that excites me.

A trend that is emerging amongst today’s parents is – naming the baby with some really innovative names. My nephew is named Krevi. It took me 4 repetitions to get the pronunciation right. Obviously my brother and his wife were giving me tough looks by this time. The baby was calmly resting on my brother’s lap. And to smoothen the air around, my brother got up to hand the baby over to me. BAD MOVE !! My head started ringing with sirens saying “Mission abort. I repeat. Please return. I repeat”. Alas!

Now a beautiful thing about babies is that they need entertainment of the most weird sorts. They will keep staring you until they are fulfilled else they will rain their eyes out. The irony is that when they cry, their isn’t a single drop of tear. Krevi is now on my lap. I thought the best way to keep him quite would be to lay him flat. The baby in anyone else’s lap would have laid like a gentlemen from Mannersland. Though in my lap he thought of being creative. I am deep into an awkward uneasy zone where everyone wants to check by baby handling prowess. Only to see me fail.

Babies look good in Television, Movies or in some one else’s lap. Its like babies should be printed with a signal KEEP DISTANCE. Not everyone might agree with me. Especially my mother who has some divine powers that could silence any crying and make him/her smile too. No wonder, she tamed me now she can do anything. I would not go as far as saying that I hate babies. Its just that I am too conscious that they might cry or worse wet their undies.

One thing is very clear that children evoke great emotions in everyone. Something which I could relate with two incidents which shook the world across. One was much talked about where the images of Aylan Kurdi, a 3 year old kid trying to escape from refugee camps to safer areas lying dead on a secluded Mediterranean Sea. The image floated all over the Internet and instantly humanity started pouring into people. Countries who were reluctant to attend to refugees now opened their arms to welcome them. The second one is a news much closer to our nation – from Kashmir. The story of Burhan Bashir Bhat, another 3 year old shot dead along with his father an alleged militant. The flipside is that this news never brought the furore it should have brought. Kashmir was crying its heart out at the brutality of men donning the cloak of bringing peace. But everyone else untouched. Media too carefully sidelines itself from news from the valley. And subsequently the news along with the wailing shrieks died. Unlike Europe, India still is unaffected and chooses to play this event down. Even if there are any active steps taken they are not showing positive results.

I might be a little late in bringing out this article. Yet I thought to myself a pressing question of why shouldn’t this baby get the much needed attention ?

Hopefully he does. RIP Aylan and Burhan.

Worst Heart Break

So I am no love guru. And if you thought this post is all about my experience on break ups I’d be happy to disappoint you. This piece is something more serious and dreadful than a break up. I happen to encounter this incident a few days ago in Metro and I had an instant heartache.

It was a usual morning. Sunny day, children with their bags, grown ups with their suitcases readying up for the day. As a child, this moment used to be the hardest for me to leave my beloved home for the atrocious school. Later college changed this mindset, of late office seemed to have revived that vibe again (Hi Boss I know you are reading this).  Meanwhile I am standing at one of the Metro Stations to board a Metro to my office. I see hordes of corporate junkies around me. These people know the exact time when a Metro arrives , even when the metro is running late (they seem to have an organized network i suppose). And then there are the pretty ladies straight out from a fresh bath queuing up with their wet hair . Everything seems so clockwork. The metro arrives and the amazing race to snatch a seat begins as if it is the throne of the seven kingdoms (Game of thrones fans might relate). I have over the course of time left it to Gods above to find me a seat. But there are many who know that “Bhagwan ke bharose mat baitho kya pata bhagwan aapke bharose baitha ho” (read as Atheism rules).

Now the deadly sin is about to take place. One such lady packed with all sizes of bags trips and spills the food packed in one of those millions bags on to the floor. There you go !! I see 2 hearts instantly broken. One who got up while the alarms clock thought its still night and put in all sweat to cook the food in time. And the second is obviously the one who would have had the privilege to eat it. The misery does not end there because now she does not have anything to eat. Along with that she has to see the spilled food like a funeral of a close one. To add to that the knowledgeable crowd now has all sorts of advice, judgment ready as if they were waiting for anything like this to happen. Sympathy is pouring in from all heavens. The whole coach feels obligated to the wretched who packed the food and wants to mourn this unfortunate incident. I am reading my newspaper and feeling sorry for the food. Cause food surpasses any love story and any break up. It needs no affection it needs a good connoisseur.It satisfies your needs as well as makes you forget all misdeeds.

The lady gets down on the next station. The people are back to their business. And I am recovering from the heartache trying to console myself its the food and not the feeling that office is here.