Saturday, September 25, 2010

Malice for one and all…


The title is venomous and so are my intentions while writing this. The wrath is for one and all…be it commoners or the elites.

Corruption is rampant…if not in “actions”, then at least in “character”.

AND THAT is the reason why “one of my comrades” asked me about the “commission” that I would get by selling the tickets of a “charity show”.

Scintillating it is that when I vouched for myself and forthwith presented the reason behind the charity show, he started to prove as to how embezzling the fund so collected was legitimate.

AND THAT is the reason why the relative of the one I donated blood for asked me my stealthy intentions behind the functioning of ‘Bloodline’ which promotes blood donation among students.

Curse be on men who would never appreciate a good endeavour, but suspect everything they can.

What is even horrendous is that it’s no one else but “our men” who are responsible for this rut in the mind set.

These are those “Filthy rotten bastards” who for “selfish reasons” foment blemish for those vouching for good.

Ask them what for they have come forward in service to “humanity”, they will, with due bonhomie, enunciate a whole lot of good reasons. But, if the minds of these “sophisticated, honest and caring rogues” are read out, the genuine answers will dispel the credibility of one and all.


And right on top of those "philanthropic longings" would be their shrewd, but accurate assessment of the “ultra-sophisticated girl sorority”, who abhor it when directly approached - because you like them, and would yield easily when you approach indirectly, with "noble feelings and austere thoughts" and then hail and guide (read "impress") them.
The virtue called “straightforwardness” has died out in the minds of those who boast being “straightforward"; and "fast-forward”. And this hails corruption of character, and "motivation".


But then, I can extend this malice to the societal norms that have out casted the obeisance for the simple and honest. If at all tribute is towards some, then it is only for the rich and elite.

Curse be on the society that has reserved respect for only those who are able to keep up with the Jonas’s.  


This malice further encompasses the “hooligan boy fraternity” that would do anything for funk. The escalating alcoholism, smoking and criminal ideology has stabbed this society with the dagger of the stray male youth.


And for a certain section of "senior citizens", ever heard of the saying..  "Hang your boots before the question transforms from "Why" to "When" ..?


I can go on encompassing everyone under this malice…but, apparently, there is no end to it.

The “photograph” (of society) is blemished and some tools of “Photoshop” (read human effort) can do the magic to make it look good. But when the problem lies in the “motives” of the “Photographer” (read natives of society), the situation will deteriorate until the “Masterpiece” (read society) that is being photographed, understands this “exploitation” in the hands of the “Photographer” (read natives of society).

And if “YOU” are reading this, better know that it hurts.


P.S. - What hurts more than losing is being ousted from the play because somebody is “prejudiced” and "ignorant"

P.S. – The pen and fury is mine, but the content here has brewed up in two minds…mine and Div’s.

editing, "direction" and moderation by Divyanshu. 



Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Old Goose...



As I rev up to pen down this one, I am dubious of faring up badly for two reasons, one that it has been a long time I have posted anything, and second that my language is a hell lot formal now owing to the so many application forms that I have filled for the imminent.
I am in such a rut. Sitting all day in the room and leafing through the subjects that have never been my forte is foolish, but then, all for a good job.
I have changed and the concern for the homeless that hovered by my head when it pelted down heavily a couple of days ago testifies the same. Never ever I had been concerned about anything but my happiness when it rained, but this was some sheer evolution.
And may be, that is why, I am able to draw a parallel to SUKHI Sir (MD) when he proof read every page and made us read as well. I abhorred it then and found it a pain in my ass but today when I went through ‘Mailer Daemon’, I missed his presence.
(Dear MD Team…the issue is good, but that the team is new, is very prominent…best wishes for future…you all have the potential!!)
May be, this is experience…the one that is paradigm of age.
It is quite scintillating how I have transformed into someone I cavilled when I was younger. And when I look back now, everything looks foolish…
How I used to castigate my sister when she said that everybody is the same in college…how I considered smattering out of the batch and upholding bunk as cool…how I plied to get the notices printed and finish the task to stand out in front of my seniors…
Aaahh…the memory lane is painted…red, blue, green, yellow…though it looks foolish now, but is the essence and if I wear this feeling now, it’s because of these memories.
Maturing is phenomenal and is perpetual, but even it is all about experiences.
So…stay hungry, stay foolish.
P. S. – last few days in college… [Jitters]…I will leave, but my heart will always be here. Love you ISM. It was good to be a part of you and then make you a part of life.
P.S. – I am still in love…can’t move onL