An explorer of the unknown. Love dialog. Wordsmith. Songwriter. Poet. Boundariless (except when impossible). No-nonsense. Attempting to effect rooted change from hopelessness, realising that it's always you first, and is never a magic wand.
Only He knows when, only He knows where
one really knows why
But we must follow them to our last
The imagination that makes this poem
Comes from the specifications of
these instances and reasons
As far as they make any case at all
If they cross a certain line
Such is only the basis of these
things that He said, apparently
Having gathered His beloved
For some time of sweet
He spread his arms wide, and then with a gleeful
He said, "Let's talk about ME"
With his thumbs
pointed firmly towards Himself
Which is why we must give Him
all the praise
Talk only about him, only His exact name spoken
makes any talk worthy
Because He really needs to be told how
awesome He is all the time
Everything he created is a
tribute to himself
Not necessarily a natural
reflection of Him
By default, with souls of their
That feed his ego, or so it seems, in a strange way
In the same tone voice, He said,
"Build me a great big grand
One that's truly worth my
splendour of My Majesty
One that I will be able to rest
my head in atleast."
That's why we like things in his
honour to be of large sizes
The larger the building, the
greater His honour
The fancier the arrangement, the
more He is happy
The more money spent, the more glory He is
The more bling it involves, the more of his riches it sings
Funnily, the empty spaces in
between the high walls
Only echo lack any real worth
of His Word
How more worthy would it be if
the fanciness of the arrangement
Was first, always and primarily
the prettiness of our hearts inside
And that prettiness was made
not made into non-breathing art or sculpture
But living work that spoke the
His Word indeed
If only the money was spent on living
And not dead, works of His
In the temples that are you and I
In our actions,
deeds and words
With true grandness, prettiness
Setting his standard higher, He said,
need to be worshipped in hallowed portals of praise."
are to always worship Him in such a manner
Where we express our desire to
put him on a pedestal up high
For, and out of, the abundance that
He has surrounded us with
Where we plan the whole affair knowing
we will glorify him
And put him on that pedestal, in
a manner that's grand, pretty
And with the richness of our
But then just imagine the effort, planning, sponsorship
And all that goes into its
Why don't we break out into praise in all this
When we are out on the streets
And hold it all inside for these
moments so grand?
Isn't that the grandeur,
prettiness and richness we should be naturally exhibiting instead?
Carrying on with the theme of
grandeur, prettiness and richness, he remarked,
"I want you
to devote your lives to, every second of it, to Me in worship of my
In perfect obedience, we took our passion for
Along with the grandeur, prettiness and richness
to it tremendous organisation so that it would be efficient
all, the corporate guys did it and they were successful after all
So, we got the funding right
So that we could present a
We need to make it sound cool and
It'll sell a little bit more
That's the point after all,
But then we ran a ministry with no involvement
No real involvement, that is
The guys who ran the show has
And the volunteers came and did as they were
They both worked according to agendas
They sometimes even let the
money that ran the show speak first
After all, you needed the money
to run show now, didn't you?
And of course, there were the
We couldn't let the organisation die either,
If it did, so would our means of
following God's call
Ministry became a business
Wasn't it to be a lifestyle?
Something we do anyway?
How difficult is A to B logic now?
Weren't we supposed to go when
He said, "Go"?
We were really busy with our
We forgot that people don't see
what we teach
They really, really see what we preach
devoted our lives to Him
In worship of His Majesty indeed
To end the discussion, He
"Keep my flock. Make sure they don't go astray."
Taking these words to heart, as
We did that, as we should have
In an effort to keep it
So that we reach out the most people we probably can
started getting relevant, of course, with right intention
So that they indeed don't go
To fight the influence of the
We started packaging Christianity in boxes that sold
that all the packages will add up to Real Thing soon enough
must take the fastest route that will probably be the most
Link it to everything around and they'll obviously get
the sense in it
But when you juxtapose the Word
and the World in such close relation
You obviously are messing around
A little too much more than you
The healing is not in the reasoning of the mind
healing's in the heart, only by the Master
Not by convincing that
it's the better truth off the shelf
By telling them things that
are much more than obvious
Than when we preach it for its
The fun'n games follows suit
When we truly celebrate each
other in the Lord
The frontier that is to be conquered
Is not to be bargained for by
It is one that is to be bought over by the Master
We fully and completely inform
and leave for
The deal between the Soul and
the Master to be sought
Delhi: Rape - the name the city has come to go by, not just since the infamous Amanat/Nirbhaya rape. As we, as a society, try to grapple with the situation, we tried to get an all-round, clear understanding of all issues at hand. Dispassion helps, especially when more-than-justified rage will just only make the cycle bigger, all the while remaining equally frustrating. What you need to do is break the cycle.
Anger-fueled punishment for rapists will only give us temporary redemption. While the chorus rings that stricter punishment will deter the instances of the crime, if not abolish the crime itself, it is clear that future rapists are not/will not be deterred by almost anything. Factors that contribute to this are the far-reaching rural areas where laws don't reach usually. Sheer ignorance and a non-understanding of the concept, benefit and rationale of civic compliance defeats obedience and fear of law. Add to that the quick and stern action and taken by the police, and you have a situation that one peaceful protest or one well-drawn law can start to undo with the snap of the fingers (note sarcasm).
We went around taking stock of the people's opinions to get the right understanding of what the true ground reality is among women, since the men get all the attention these days. There seems to be an unanimous ring to the collective opinion of the women in the country.
Sheila, a vegetable seller, who toils from the early hours of the morning to the evening around Chandni Chowk says, "Every morning near the Metro station, I see young college boys come dressed to kill and every other moment as they pass by, I sigh. How I'd love to hang with them, but what can I do?" She is but all of just 18. The average age of these children and sounded almost helpless. She has crushes on a few boys who pass by daily because they fit her perfect prince charming, and their tight bodylines made evident by their stick-on t-shirts and jeans only send her in a tizzy - she sometimes forgets to take the money her customers hand her. When asked if she will ever act upon those feelings, she replies with a firm, "No." It's taboo, she feels, and certainly not a privilege she has. We were not able to make out why she started to suddenly ignore us when we asked her why she felt so - if she felt she had spoken out of turn or that she had indulged herself enough.
Down south in Bangalore, in one of MG Road's swanky branded showrooms, Prathiba deals with many high-class clientele. Most of them well-groomed, or really rich, almost take her breath away when they come to pay their bills. What just gets her are their fancy suit cuts. That tugs at her like an elephant's pulling at her heart, and everything else along with it. Unfortunately, she fights it every second as response times with servers
the swipe machine is attached to work in time units less than those seconds. From a poor family, to have a handsome man (which her job gives her much viewing access to) who is rich enough to flash cards like that is her dream. Her dream, in the last year she has worked here for, has been to find a handsome man with that perfect suit cut that comes along the perfect heart of gold that deserves it. Despite the constant war that's raging inside her, she has chosen to stick with such a dangerously stimulating environment. We asked her what drives her to stay in an environment that makes her constantly vulnerable but she funny-eyed us while the next customer came forward. You could almost see her fighting inside, like there was a battle zone in her eyes as she routinely swiped the card and delivered a, "Thank you, sir" with ultimate poise. You'd only have to be there to see it.
Mamta, a 3rd year college student from Kochi's prestigious Maharaja's College, has gotten used to tingles every time she goes to college. With the college full of hot, cute boys, she admits she should hardly expect to feel any different. A student of theatre, she likens the feeling to her experience with over-coming stage fright. Just like her master used to push her onto the stage to overcome initial hiccups, she feels a hand pushing her out there every time the hordes of cute males enter the canteen. It's worse when hordes of boys enter the library but she has garnered enough self-control to pin it down. She is not sure yet whether it indicates that she is sapiosexual or whether it's the same hand-pushing-her-from-behind effect. She didn't shy away, like Prathiba and Shiela, when we probed further. She said that sometimes it starts to feel right, as opposed to the other times that when it's generally supposed to feel (or be) wrong. She does act on tingles some of those times.
Roopa, 35 and quite the socialite, was unlike all of the above. She's at a party every day. She keeps enough male contact, and even dances with them, to make an entire Khap Panchayat go insane in a second. She celebrates her tingles. For her, it's no big deal. She's never been taught to lie about the truths of life, and she doesn't see the need to now. She said that individuality is important in society, individuality of all kinds. Society is made from and of healthy blocks, not the other way round, is her philosophy. We asked her at any point if she felt unsafe or was abused while so, she replied in the negative. She did admit, though, that many people like her are abused - those who have learnt to enjoy, appreciate, relish and celebrate the freedom in individuality, sexual and otherwise. To them, she said, there is no consolation except revenge, of which there is only empty hope from the authorities. In defense, she questioned the logic of keeping women away on the basis of the probable atrocities per rapist, as opposed to actually putting away the cause i.e. the rapist (she made that very clear) and not just the symptom. When it came to the root of the cause, she said that the roots has too many ends which rapists use when they find best convenient. They even make new ones to justify the act.
All across the nation, we asked women across the spectrum of age,
colour, caste and economic status. It was like standing in a hall with
reverberating effect, just in a different language, in a different tone -
but all spelt out the very same thing, loud and clear. One thing that we asked the three of them, and the others whom we spoke for this report, was whether women are isolated in feeling this way - having to fight a war inside more than once a day. They resounded with strong, "No." We then asked them whether their male counterparts also had a struggle that was going on inside them. And they resounded with a stronger, "Of course", but they added more before the excitement of the echo ended. The added echoes implied - "At least we admit it. They wouldn't ever. The shameless among of them only justify it and we end up being the victim!"
It is strange indeed when a sleeping nation like ours awakes with such passion. It is strange because they were sleeping by choice of comfort before this. These issues, most importantly rape, was something they lamented about over dinner, coffee, drinks or Facebook, if they took note at all. Some of them would be bystanders while it happens and would lament it after as well. I don't hope to be either of them.
Two things have risen out of the recent spate of events. One that the State in India is worse in thinking than the Mob they're supposed to keep, especially in emergencies. The other is the fact that we are a very ill-informed, over-educated (some may claim under-educated, if at all) at large nation which forms and bases our basic ideas of nation pride over things like dinner, coffee, drinks or Facebook taking myopic viewpoints that either benefit only us and our really tiny understanding of what drives society and people. You can't blame us for all of that. I believe that if we teach these things in school, instead of the useless subjects we wade through to get through it, we would actually be a cluster of generations that is free indeed - one that reasons through these things at least. Our most popular immediate reaction to something that goes wrong won't be to stone the next bus, burn the next building, avenge and hang everyone or to castrate all rapists.
First, the Failed Mobology that is quite evident. Sushil Shinde said that the police were but helpless to beat anyone and everyone because it is difficult to differentiate goonda and gentleman in a violent mob. If that defines their mobology, it only shows how inept they are with understanding of the problem(s) they are created to solve. When you are in power, you can get away with anything - even with gross blatant ineptitude. Blame the problem, while you're at it - but then, you are in power so that you can handle it. Any one can wield a stick and use it as best can.
One of the reasonable requirements of riot police is to exercise more control than the mob has, and not just beat it when it becomes difficult for them to control. What sport of expertise is that? That would be the basic non-contradictory function to the purpose they exist. Are we trusting administrative prowess that is essentially inherently totalitarian but one we resort to because, haplessly, that's always going to be all we can ever do about it (beat the protestors when we're done getting bugged with them)? How does the same government that is completely blameworthy on their inaction get away with beating people away when they protest against it? The condition of as-long-as-it-is-not-violent doesn't really suit any sort of logic. They cause the logic. Perhaps Manmohan Singh should speak some more. If his responses are a little more on the spur of the moment, and during the moment (not after it has died) , yet as reasonable as they are now - or maybe even more, it would serve the purpose of quelling protests before they start without the use of riot police.
That way, mobology has more to do with pre-preventive steps based on understanding how people and society works, by people themselves, promoting better societal principles that set a healthy precedent as opposed to post-remedial and mostly totalitarian steps, blaming the uncontrollable mob for your failures. The latter method has no understanding of how people and society works.