Thursday, October 14, 2010

Nationalistic Fervour Or Opportunistic Free Riding?


What a farce! Seriously, what a farce!

Right from the concept to the execution CWG 2010 is a complete farce. What exactly are the Commonwealth Games? A grim reminder of the slavery ridden past of competing nations? Or a pointer towards British exploitation which ensured that most of these countries are still Developing or Under Developed?

I do believe that these Games are more grounded in reality or perhaps mediocrity. Leaving apart a handful, where else would these countries actually stand a chance of competing forget winning medals? India tried pulling a similar trick a few years ago. That was when Mr. IT Savvy Naidu blew up a billion rupees to host the first and last Afro-Asian Games.

Before I rant on, let it be noted that I mean no disrespect to any of the competing athletes. We have indeed seen some brilliant performances in these past few days. Subhajit Saha and Achanta Sharath Kamal played some scintillating table tennis yesterday. And the Indian hockey team for once showed nerves of steel to mount an incredible comeback. Hopefully they will not go down without a worthy fight today as well.

But for more than a month now India has been caught up with these fanciful CWG Games. Most corporate professionals in and around NCR eagerly awaited not the Games as much as the hopeful announcement of holidays. Half the volunteers disappeared with the free kits never to be seen again. The urbane and educated crowd on Facebook and Twitter went back to nursery with a new rhyme "Shame Shame CWG Game".

The media as usual did its bit. They never seem to disappoint us. I mean how often does an India-Australia series or KBC launch hardly get coverage? Oh how I wish Peepli Live had been made to 'conscientize' Indian media rather than stand in the Oscar queue. But is it really the media's fault? Ok, they do go over the top a hell lot. But after all "Jo Bikta Hai Wahi Dikhta Hai". We watch, they show. They show, we watch. Its a chicken and egg situation.

Yes they are spineless. But aren't all of us? Hasn't Delhi 2010 shows just that. Before all the medals started pouring in, Kalmadi and the rest of the jing-bang were under some serious fire from all corners. I don't doubt that these Games were riddled with corruption and am sure we will hear a lot more on this once all the fantastic performances of our athletes are long forgotten. Yet we as a country never got behind the Games. Where was all our nationalistic fervour then? We were all part of the mob pointing fingers. But who at?

Those of us in NCR could have done our bit to make Delhi 2010 a showcase event for the World. But like always we didn't. The flip-flop happened when Narang and Bindra shot home the first gold. Since then we have all become 'Indians'. We don't hesitate in 'owning' a Deepika Kumari. In fact we revel in the story of her father being an auto driver's daughter and accomplishing so much. But what is to ensure that she herself doesn't have to labour a few years from now? Perhaps the 20 lakhs that the Indian government will dole out in all its magnanimity.

As India fights for the coveted second spot in the medals tally we need to seriously ponder. While we make giant strides on the economic side, there are a lot of others areas that demand our attention. And perhaps the most important of them all is our attitude towards our own country. More often than not it is we who let ourselves and our country down. And I needn't go into a lecture about how.

Its human tendency to want to be on the winning side. In today's headlines, Sheila Dixit and Tejinder Khanna fight over the success of Delhi 2010. Even I switched channels when India was 3-1 down against England in the hockey semi-finals. But what will it take for us to stand by our country no matter what? For one, our ownership of everything Indian has to be real. Criticism is necessary but a Mani Shankar Aiyar walking out of Delhi in protest does us no good. To the outside world we need to be one India. For reminders sake we are part of the Commonwealth because we could be divided and ruled.

As an aside. What is it that I am doing? Free riding on all the CWG brouhaha to get some eyeballs for my writing. And strategically too, on this one last day before its back to Rakhi Sawant, Big Boss and other such important matters.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Music To My Mind

Music is for the ears or perhaps for the soul. But there are some songs or rather lines from some songs which strike a chord with the mind. This thought stems from 'I Want To Break Free' from my previous post. Its rather random. But there are these lines which play again and again in my head when I am in 'that mood'.

So here go some of my favourite lines...

1. This one is from 'Outside' by Staind for the sombre times - "I can see through you. Inside you are ugly. Ugly like me."

2. When I am down and out there is 'Vienna' by Billy Joel - "But if you're so smart tell me why are you still so afraid?"

3. And 'Tubthumping' by Chumbawamba when I want to recover from that dejection - "I get knocked down. But I get up again."

4. Escapist thoughts are reinforced via 'Fast Car' by Tracy Chapman - "We leave tonight or live and die this way."

5. For existentialist issues another of Staind's song 'Its Been Awhile' - "I have gone and fucked things up again."

Its a trashy post. But its been playing on my mind for a long long time. I just needed to get it out of my head. Now I know my musical abilities are so limited. I simply get stuck with the lines. So sing on or should I say croak on.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Where The Mind Is Without Fear…

1984. The word was Fear. We had Operation Blue Star, the subsequent assassination of Indira Gandhi, the resulting Sikh Riots and the completely unrelated but equally devastating Bhopal Gas Tragedy. Events which instilled all kinds of fear in our minds. Fear of fanatics using religion as a universal justification. Fear of safety of our lives irrespective of who we are. Fear of being targeted as individuals / communities for ours or others beliefs. Fear of unexpected ‘negligent’ events scarring generations to come.

Half a century ago George Orwell had artistically fantasized that 1984 would be the year when perhaps the worst Fears of all would come true. Where will you run or hide? Big brother is watching. What is it that actually happened? History and facts change everyday. What is right and what is wrong? It is all Doublethink. What do you think? Doesn’t matter there is Newspeak.

Orwellian 1984 is yet to come alive but the Fears that it brought to life are not hard to imagine. And therein lies an interesting thought. Innumerable times in life we are held back by our Fears. But more often than not these Fears are imagined. They reside in our minds and prevent us from doing so many things that we want to do. We hesitate. We procrastinate. We deliberate. Time flies by and our Fears keep growing. Bit by bit they bear us down until we are dragging ourselves through life.

Amidst all these Fears, 1984 was also the year Queen came out with one of my favourite songs. The opening line is enough. We all want to break free. Break free from all our Fears. Most people try. Some succeed. And then there are those who even fear trying because of their fear of failure. The cycle is vicious. And I am caught in it.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The Shah Of Blah

Blah! Blah! Blah!

Another night. Another party. Another balcony. Another person. Same old stories.

NDTV We The People... Long weekend ahead and nothing to do... Mighty Man hadn't seen the wonder... With no luggage and scarce money got onto a Roadways bus... Checked into a 100 a night room at midnight... Its Eid so entry is free... Escaped four TTs without tickets in 3AC... In under 24 hours and Rs. 500 we were back to base... Btw, we saw the Taj...

Uttam's election losing (mind you not winning) party... Bishen tried killing every dog on the road... Cops stopped us outside Hindu... Tyagi was drunk and puking... We were in for it that night... Driver steps out and puts something in his pocket... "Hum police hain hum aapki checking kar sakte hain"... "Main koi terrorist hoon. Check karna hai. Ye lo check kar lo"... Off come the pants....

ISC physics practicals... Vernier calliper we hadn't used for 2 years... Ran after Kiki across the corridor... Door slammed shut.... Cut my hand.... Trail of blood till the hospital... "Don't even think about writing for a week"... Math exam in 2 days... Two pain killers before and three in between... Slept for 18 hours straight... Still finished Comp practicals before anyone... Invigilator thought I was shamming... Landed up with a 95 in Physics... And guess what, I didn't have to count it...

Same story. Same people. Same situation. Same narrator. Different version every time.

A pinch of masala. A touch more next time. And a bit more...

Voila! The dish gets better and better. Mostly true. Some figments of imagination. A lil bit of rambling. This that and everything.

But whats better than entertaining the same people with the same story multiple times? Or even boring them for that matter? Spinning a 'shabdon ka jaal' has its own fun. Stories recounted over and over again bring back memories and mostly fun ones. There is a rush to the head like no other. A high that is difficult to match. An escape that eases away all morbid thoughts.

The Shah of Blah is back! So till more Blah Blah Blah...

P.S. My advice to all those who are deliberating reading Rushdie or stopped reading him halfway through Midnight's Children, start with Haroun And The Sea Of Stories and let the Shah of Blah charm you into an unparalleled world.