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This is a letter written to the Prime Minister of India by the editor of the ‘Times of India’

posting this here cuz I cunt have written any better…

Dear Mr. Prime minister,

I am a typical mouse from Mumbai. In the local train compartment which has
capacity of 100 persons, I travel with 500 more mouse. Mouse at least squeak
but we don’t even do that.

Today I heard your speech. In which you said ‘NO BODY WOULD BE SPARED’. I
would like to remind you that fourteen years has passed since serial bomb
blast in Mumbai took place. Dawood was the main conspirator. Till today he
is not caught. All our bolywood actors, our builders, our Gutka king meets
him but your Government can not catch him. Reason is simple; all your
ministers are hand in glove with him. If any attempt is made to catch him
everybody will be exposed. Your statement ‘NOBODY WOULD BE SPARED’ is
nothing but a cruel joke on this unfortunate people of India.

Enough is enough. As such after seeing terrorist attack carried out by about
a dozen young boys I realize that if same thing continues days are not away
when terrorist will attack by air, destroy our nuclear reactor and there
will be one more Hiroshima.

We the people are left with only one mantra. Womb to Bomb to Tomb. You
promised Mumbaikar Shanghai what you have given us is Jalianwala Baug.

Today only your home minister resigned. What took you so long to kick out
this joker? Only reason was that he was loyal to Gandhi family. Loyalty to
Gandhi family is more important than blood of innocent people, isn’t it?

I am born and bought up in Mumbai for last fifty eight years. Believe me
corruption in Maharashtra is worse than that in Bihar. Look at all the
politician, Sharad Pawar, Chagan Bhujbal, Narayan Rane, Bal Thackray ,
Gopinath Munde, Raj Thackray, Vilasrao Deshmukh all are rolling in money.
Vilasrao Deshmukh is one of the worst Chief minister I have seen.. His only
business is to increase the FSI every other day, make money and send it to
Delhi so Congress can fight next election. Now the clown has found new way
and will increase FSI for fisherman so they can build concrete house right
on sea shore. Next time terrorist can comfortably live in those house ,
enjoy the beauty of sea and then attack the Mumbai at their will.

Recently I had to purchase house in Mumbai. I met about two dozen builders.
Everybody wanted about 30% in black. A common person like me knows this and
with all your intelligent agency & CBI you and your finance minister are not
aware of it. Where all the black money goes? To the underworld isn’t it? Our
politicians take help of these goondas to vacate people by force. I myself
was victim of it. If you have time please come to me, I will tell you
everything.

If this has been land of fools, idiots then I would not have ever cared to
write you this letter. Just see the tragedy, on one side we are reaching
moon, people are so intelligent and on other side you politician has
converted nectar into deadly poison. I am everything Hindu, Muslim,
Christian, Schedule caste, OBC, Muslim OBC, Christian Schedule caste, Creamy
Schedule caste only what I am not is INDIAN. You politician have raped every
part of mother India by your policy of divide and rule.

Take example of former president Abdul Kalam. Such a intelligent person,
such a fine human being. You politician didn’t even spare him..  Your party
along with opposition joined the hands, because politician feels they are
supreme and there is no place for good person.

Dear Mr Prime minister you are one of the most intelligent person, most
learned person. Just wake up, be a real SARDAR. First and foremost expose
all selfish politician. Ask Swiss bank to give name of all Indian account
holder. Give reins of CBI to independent agency. Let them find wolf among
us. There will be political upheaval but that will better than dance of
death which we are witnessing every day.  Just give us ambient where we can
work honestly and without fear. Let there be rule of law. Everything else
will be taken care of.

Choice is yours Mr. Prime Minister. Do you want to be lead by one person or
you want to lead the nation of 100 Crore people?

Dear Mr. Teenage Dirtbag,

Due to some unknown reason, I actually sat down and decided to read through your post. Maybe I wanted to feel fuller and happier and more content in having read even a wee little bit more. Maybe I was feeling sad, and was itching to do anything, anything, to get out of that zone. Or most probably, I was just plain bored, and took up the great task of reading your post.

And you’ve had the most profound effect.

Your interpretation of what’s around you, your diagnosis of the problems you feel, your need to still exist does indeed fascinate me. First, I would like to understand your true argument. Then I’ll try and make peace with it.

1. You prove a point that we human beings always enter this world of pity and pain, since we cry the moment we’re born. Medically, there are some answers. Try here or even here. Trying to dumb things down, its essentially one of the most important ways a baby communicates to others. The mind is stimulated with new sights, sounds, senses never received before. Controlling one’s reaction is slightly more difficult than just receiving stimuli.

My point: Whether they were born in hell, in a dungeon, or fluffy white clouds in heaven, babies would cry too.

2. You also talk of peer pressure, competition, and parent’s expectations. True, you cant deny it, but thats pretty much how nature and evolution planned it out. An interesting read, out here. Anyways, it boils down to this – you should be happy that the human race has developed socially to actually have pity on the lower-rung (which should have died). You should also be happy that by enforcing a systematic plan of learning over generations and generations, we are building a stronger and smarter breed of humans. Even if, originally, you were not really cut out to survive more than 5 years of your life.

My point: The drop-rate/dead-rate amongst humans is significantly lower as compared to other animals. We’ve evolved.

3. You also talk of failure as the main reason for man’s “unhappiness”. You reasoned that failure arises from the anomaly that only one man wins a race amongst 10. True, but the remaining 9 generally go and win other races. Life doesn’t define only one end to win. Life doesn’t specify only one job description that can be truly attributed to a “winner.” It’s full of parallel opportunities, of parallel expression and of parallel sensation. Many people have different opinions over different goals in life. You should too.

My point: Laugh at Wall Street all you want, investment banking is THE worst job as of now!

To summarize, I feel that you need a little bit of Software Engineering in your life. By this I mean-

  1. Dont club everything and anything and call it “Life.” Break it down to smaller, and easily handlable modules.
  2. Follow a simple waterfall cycle for each of these modules – feasibility study, design, code, test, and finally maintain. [no seriously im not kidding]
  3. Write a book about it! And call yourself Rajib Mall.

Once again, I would like to thank you very much, for giving me a great stimuli that I just itched me to respond!

Regards,

Me.

Ok now this is just to elucidate on my previous blog. A friend called and asked me to write exactly what I wanted to say or want the world to know or in the friends words ‘what I want the world to feel’

So here goes….

You are born and what the first thing you do? For the first you make your mom cry in pain and the next you cry. The very first thing you do when you feel life is cry.. what is crying? It’s an expression or a response given by our body to anything is bad. Now why would an infant at that very stage of its life cry? Easy it is cuz of pain huh? Think about it what else can it be? Can it its very birth? Can it be the very repentance of being sent to this palace? It is! It is said that the infant years are the most soulful years in a man’s life. Now why would a living person say so, considering that he has his whole life ahead of him.

What happens after birth? The first phase of remorse is over. And now come the never ending remorse.

Starts with going to school learning how to live and the very competition to stay alive. If you have parents you have to live to their expectations. If you have peers you have their self thought expectations in your mind. What do you have to fulfill all that? You have to find ways to achieve it all. What about your expectations? Well, its safe to say you expect from yourself what you see around you it all comes from the peer group and it has been there for forever.

Do you get every thing that you want? Can it be so? All your life you are told that you can get every thing that you want you have to be pragmatic about your needs and desires or you have to work really hard for IT ALL. All next is that you have to chase this dream of getting IT ALL. What all do you do and the success? Once or twice. The time that went by? The days of long stress full planning when you are up and not to mention the night dreaming. The anxiety, the wait the dependence on everyone involved and the uncertainty, cuz life is uncertain RIGHT? And so you got what you were after life is sorted huh? No way!! You still dint get everything. Another dream is conjured or maybe it was in parallel processing. Even so if you managed multitasking and got what you know you wanted then what? You still want more. But the process that got you that? Was it easy? Did it involve sitting on your bed or rather resting when everything was done. Was it so well planned? Were there no failures or re-planning required? And if you dint know that it wont be easy you worse than the infant that cries, knowing only pain.

From the time you were born to the time of death all you are involved in is trying to recreate your life according to your wants and whims and even considering metamorphosis of what you did on your own. Sometimes even blaming your peers and parents for what you are and then again are involved in the constant change. Thereby accepting that what ever you wanted for yourself was not exactly what you wanted. Consoling your self by saying that a lot was learnt from the experience. So now you know exactly what you want? Then that means that it might have the end written on it. Is there?

Now this was the phase of what you wanted for your self. But you are not alone here are you? you have people living with you. You have to consider their life too. So you are also involved in moulding their life too. And that is also not as simple as it is written. Right? It so happens that moulding their life moulds yours too. And considering that you were involved in this process thought about how many others were involved in changing your life, which you were so laboriously working on yourself.

But being an human is not that simple even. We have emotions. What do emotions do?

They determine the state you are in. You feel happy, sad or whatever. You feel so when you get what you want, when you don’t, you even have them for others you know and for those you don’t know. Strange it is but it is so. Right? And as a matter of fact all these emotions add up to what you want which might not really be what you get.

Now what is common to all this life changing experience?

Two things success and failure. And this experience teaches you that success equals happiness and failure sadness. Now count the number of times of each. What do you know that if you are an optimist the number of happy times is more than the ones you felt sad. Otherwise you are classified as a pessimist. Which is BAD. But considering that your wants or needs were only limited to a countable number of life phases the stats might differ if you are an optimist.

Leave your feeling aside what about the work that you had to put in, the constant toiling and the thought process? Was that good? Must be a good experience huh? Would you exchange it for everything minus the work? Surely you will. Cuz you worked so much that you can live it better/easy.

But you don’t believe/understand me right. Now consider this. You remember the stories your granny told you about saints going to the Himalayas for search of the truth. The answer to life. They stayed there for so long mediating searching for god and the answer. But all they came back with were powers to cure people or power to kill all. Now what does it have to do with this piece of crap you are reading? See the thing was that even they realized that there is no answer to life and that death is certain. They realized that life had nothing to offer but was a phase in which you have pass to feel a certain intermittent strokes of happiness. Which you get when you have already have passed the period of the longer lasting sadness or toil. The ones (saints) you praise were the ones that had the cures for disease and all. Why did they do this? Cuz they only could find the ways to make life better out of their sacrifice up in the Himalayas. Also they also realized that the people who not find it pleasant if they told them their true findings. So it was best if they just helped them live easy. The other saints ( will killer powers; the Rakshasas) were bold enough and knew the real way of helping the people out of their misery called life was to end it. And they did so. But people hated them cuz they could never interview the dead. And it always happens you feel bad when you lose something even if it is life. Right?

Even after knowing so much about the labor you would have to go through not to mention the side effects( sadness anxiety etc etc) and the other pains of disease which I did not mention, you still chose to live it for the complete term. And even when you don’t know what a lifetime or your lifetime is. When all you had to do is die. Kill your self and leave it all. But there was a fear a constant a fear that your peers would call you a loser or think of you as person who could not handle, wasn’t brave enough. But GUESS what, you don’t get a medal for living either, no one does, all you get is death. And just to remind you, you won’t be here to feel the wrath of your peer group looking down at you for killing your self. But consider what suicide gives you. It relieves you of the constant pain and suffering you have to go through and you determine your lifetime. Then everything is constant and you are in control even for a small period though but you are. But you are just like any person you call a junkie. You do (live) it feel bad about what you have done (sadness of failure) promise your self that you will never do it again (the experience) and are at it again (in search of the better). So you are an addict. Yes you just are another addict like everyone alive living this, living for just one dream to be better and happy ever after. And after what? Is there another phase after it? You can only get there when you have freed yourself from this addiction. But the question is can you? Are you strong enough to do it? Do you have the will power to quit? No!! Cuz you are still reading. Cuz you are addicted to the thing called life.

We all are.

( and ya i know its long but who asked you to ask me to explain.. fuckers)

Festooned by the sigh, crumbled by the lie. Tied down by whatever you don’t like living for the dream that keeps on changing. And the vexed phase of it all don’t have. Placed in a loop having deep regret and sadness, for the major part and for the commensurate and yet so friable happiness. And the contemplation about the phase and how long will it last.

The myriad stress. Embalming yourself by preparing for the better phase of the loop. How long does this phase last? What all did you do to make it happen and what all can you do to sustain it? And was it certain? The ‘happiness’ only to cauterize the phase that went by. The façade that is conjured to prepare you for the very next.

Is this loop malleable?

Can you hammer it into a straight line that will have more of what you want and less of the unwanted?

Can you?

Can you just walk away from it all? Leave behind all you don’t like? Even so leave the skimpy forms of what you like and bore it all for?

You cant!!!

Otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this. Cuz yes you are just another addict like everyone alive living this  for just one dream… to be better and happy ever after.And after what? Is there another phase after it?

Yes there is. There is another one but it is not a loop. You can only get there when you have freed yourself from this addiction.

But the question is can you?

Are you strong enough to do it?

Do you have the will power to quit?

No!!

Cuz you are still reading.

Cuz you are addicted to the thing called life.

We all are…

So another question comes to the mind…

y am I ‘there’…?

y are you ‘here’…?

It is so sad being ‘here’…?

All you remember are the bad times.. All you know is misery… Then y is ‘it’ there… y do we have to feel ‘it’ even when the key to the ‘end’ is on hand…

How long does happiness have to stay.. And the period when you think about the unhappy…?

How happy do you want to be..?

How much did you realize, you had..? What if ‘it’ keeps you ‘here’; ’it’ here.. And all you do is trying to be more… much more… and to what end..?

Who carries ‘it’ with him… When you are not ‘here’…

What addiction do you have?

What are you addicted to the most? Do you know? May be you’ll be cured… Ill write back…

The tableau called life which we subsist in, faking the very reason why we were sent; to live and provide ourselves. Rather spend the rest trying to make it for others. Is it the balance we try to preserve or we just caught in the ‘pleasure’ of ministrations? The very act the brain ‘of what the other might feel’ or ‘do if you dint do’. The eerie feeling of ‘might be left out’ or ‘wont be able to do without’. If I don’t? The life could end up being scuttled with out their being. What insolence might do? This relation even though said to be so pliable then has to be reinforced constantly with the ‘pleasure’. The certitude of that pre-historic thought. The amiable façade that makes the ‘pleasure’ so true. The perspicacious brain knows what will help to keep the relation.

Decide what is bad is what you don’t like Or what the general wont approve of? How do the general decide? This archaic thought has left us so far behind, lagging in the race for survival. Why would you care about the next in line when it is you who is behind? Why do you have to be stoic and be involved in constant appeasement? Love doesn’t give the same pleasure as does the inherent physical. What pleasure is there in sacrifice and the ‘memory’ for the recognition? Why would god be angry when he hasn’t been already. What if man was angry? With the ‘memory’ comes expectations. And will the balance be struck? Does it level to your ‘memory’? Why was the ‘memory’ made in the first place? Why does the phrase of loneliness come when you were born alone and all are were equal? When will be the fever or favour be cured?

Hello Word!

Posted on: July 30, 2008

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