Off Track

This post is uncalled for. While going through my earlier posts in my head, I recalled that the most significantly thoughtful had come on days when the world was quite to my dislike. The current dry-up of the posts, therefore, does seem to imply that all is well with my world at least, and this post, as already said, is off schedule, fortifies the fact that nothing has gone wrong recently.

I do have a doubt though. The new semester has just started. My final year in this wonderful, yet so deeply hated place. My love for this place chooses to make an appearance only occasionally.

Most of the times, however, is indifference.
I sometimes wonder at the fact that I can remain so indifferent with such indifference.

Niceties haven't dried up. Friends falling in love, people coming back from all sorts of places in the world, champagne-filled chocolates from Switzerland, souvenirs from Australia, tshirts from New York, window-hopping - which is NOT window shopping, food at myriad places, movies accompanied with hoots so sweet to the ear...

I am kind of, sort of, like, you know... in love with this place right now! I am in love with my place here. I am in love with this city, this weather, the air right now around me. I am in love with... well, a fair enough number of people, which is quite unusual, me being what I am... I am in love with this very fact.

I am in love with my life.

And with all I have, I so wish that it stays this way, throughout this semester, throughout this final year, throughout this blessed, enchanted, and so very loved life of mine.

PS: Haven't hated my life anytime till now... I have a brilliantly huge self-image which takes care of that more than sufficiently.

The Simple Joys

One of my greatest pleasures in writing has come from the thought that perhaps my work might annoy someone of comfortably pretentious position. Then comes the saddening realization that such people rarely read.
-John Kenneth Galbraith, economist (1908-2006)

Would that be why I don't write as often as I claim to like? Would this be the doing of the subliminal signals my subconscious is sending me all the time? Would not writing prolifically be a manifestation of the fact that I hate and absolutely detest most of the people around me?

People who would not change? Change for the better? Or change for the worse, so that I'd have a new you to hate? Wouldn't you break the monotony? Wouldn't you try evoking my loathing so that I can be happy about it later on? Wouldn't you allow me my share of happy memories?

Would'nt you let me self-schaudenfreude?

Wouldn't you be one of the pretentious?

As said, such people rarely read.

PS: This post managed to travel faster than light, and hence is futurified. Pushed further in time, this is now the cynosure of this blog, and my current muse.

United We Stand

Let India stand united, and we'll show the world that no one can tear us apart.

We stand united, and see mayhem around us.

We stand united, and watch as terrorists strike again and again.

We stand united, and see dear ones die, while the PM marvels at the speed with whih the cities return to "normal" life.

We stand united, and see our tax money go into defence budgets and intelligence agencies, while they stand united in desperation, hands tied by politicians who are more concerned about vote banks.

We stand united, and watch bureaucracy, red-tapism, and dirty policitos take us for a ride.

And then one day they come and tell us, that we are not one, that we are not the same, that caste-based divisions are a ground eality, that we have to live with it, that we have to be divided so that we can progress, that India is not one Nation after all.

If we were one, would we be mute, helpless recievers to the treatment meted out to us by the powers-that-think-they-are? Would not One Voice be heard across the Nation?
Would we not take up arms against the common enemy?

We are at war, Mr. Prime Minister, and the enemy, am sorry to say, is not one from the outside. You can decide whether to be part of the enemy, or to be one of Us. India would stand divided then, but for a Cause which is essential to achieve True Unity.

We'll stand truly united that day, when we've won the war.