Inglorious Bastards!!

General Politics World Hyderabad India Life | By Aditya | 2012 Trackbacks (0) Comments (1)   

From the time I was in school, I have been hearing all around me, people calling my generation - the next generation, the future citizens of India, the generation which will drive India into the next phase of its development, the citizens who will see a developed India and the brightest citizens yet of our beloved India.

Most of these titles and ranks were given just to get more applause in school assemblies and functions. They were used more for the appeal than the actual facts the words bear. These words make sense but have no weight in meaning.

As I look at school going children today, I see that the same stories, the same titles and ranks keep repeating themselves. I think to myself - Are we being shepherded by scheming politicians and corrupt businessmen into a place of no return?

Students don't care what they study as long as they get good marks and please their parents and teachers.

Teachers don't care what they teach students as long as they get paid and stay happy.

Parents don't care what their children study as long as they get good marks and they can proudly and happily trod in the neighborhood.

Society doesn't care what children study or what their parents think as long as they stay good children who go to school and their parents pay their loans and taxes.

Governments don't care what their subjects do as long as the government is stable and faces no threat.

In this vicious chain of events, we see one recurring pattern - NO ONE CARES!!

No one cares if our country houses the largest population of poor people.
No one cares if 30 farmers a day commit suicide.
No one cares if politicians stash humungous amounts of money from corruption.
No one cares if our country is going to the dogs.
But everyone cares if their share of the pie is affected.

Such hypocritical bastards we have become that we hardly care what our fore-fathers dreamed of and died for to give us our share of freedom and liberty.

Children should be made to understand what our country needs and why their education will have a profound influence on the future prospects of our country's growth. But all we teach and are taught is how to evade the law, circumvent it or corrupt it further.

All our ethics classes and moral science classes have already faded away into things of the past. Now the last ray of hope is that prominent people in society will influence people to at least stay on the righteous path a little longer.

I know people will comment that all these sound good on blog posts, but to carry over and translate these ideas and philosophies into actions is improbable and never certain... Well to them I say this - There's no certainty — only opportunity.


I Hate Women's Day!

World | By Aditya | 2012 Trackbacks (0) Comments (1)   

The very concept of women's day sickens me. I mean half the population (Three and a half billion people) are women...So it’s appalling that we should be celebrating a day to honor their existence and their value.

I mean no disrespect to any woman; it’s just that humanity as a social order is made to celebrate a day honoring half of humanity’s value and place in society is what shocks me.

For centuries women were oppressed, tortured and are still looked as a burden and a trouble by some people and cultures.  The fact that men had relegated women to kitchens and bedrooms is an act of utter disgrace.

Every time we read that a woman has done a remarkable and noteworthy achievement I feel that society is the one which builds the gap between the sexes. Accomplishments of women must be more common, more frequent and a normal thing – and be made so redundant and ordinary that society becomes more equal than male dominated.

My sister is one person, out of many, who has instilled confidence in me that women will one day not just be equal to men but also dominate society in most fields. I would love to see a day when woman shape the course of the future – I bet it wouldn’t be as loud as what we men have brought onto humanity.

Well anyways as I said I won’t wish you a Happy Women’s Day… But I wish all the women on the planet every success and happiness in all your wonderful endeavors.

Minimum Retail Price!

Politics Hyderabad India Life | By Aditya | 2011 Trackbacks (0) Comments (2)   

Parking in no parking area - Rs 50/- Official Cost - Rs100/-

Jumping Signal - Rs.50/- Official Cost - Rs.500/- or arrest

Riding Triples - Rs.100/- Official Cost Rs.200/-

Driving without license/RC/pollution check - Rs.100/- Official Cost Rs.500/- or arrest

Not getting caught while doing all the above - priceless!!

There are some things money can't buy, for everything else there’s the discount giving corrupt traffic constable!

We all are pretty familiar with these rates and also the random "chai paisa" and "kharcha paani", it has become part of daily life. And when one Padmashree Anna Hazare comes to disrupt the entire harmony and peace - we don't like it. We don't like it one little bit!

I mean what gives a social activist the right to pressurize the government to make anti-corruption laws and pass bills which would render corruption endangered and extinct.

Given the fact that more than 35-40% of Hyderabadi's (and maybe even all Indians) ride triples, without licenses, in wrong routes and park in no parking spaces, this would come as a rude shock and a cause for uproar.

We don't care if Rs.1.76 lakh crores are looted or our right to vote is stolen by others - all we want is to travel on the opposite side of the road in the middle of Ameerpet at peak traffic hours even if we obstruct traffic and get away paying only some 100 bucks max. We don't care if roads are bad or it's not our signal yet... it isn't our problem, we have to go home quickly enough to watch the IPL match between Andaman Aristocrats and Lakshwadweep Lions.

We don't care if an ambulance is wailing behind us as it's more important for us to give alms to the 8 year old beggar child at Jubilee Hills Check Post. We don't care if public restrooms are available across the street cause walls are on this side too.

We don't have time for waiting at signals but have enough time to get a first hand view of two people fighting over a scratch on an auto to which they are not even related to and also in giving a sound thrashing in public to an offender than handing him over to the police.

We also don't care if a MLA's son ran over a few pedestrians as long as it does not pertain to us. And neither do the passing of the Women's Bill or the Right to Information Act or the Anti-Terror bill interest us. All we want is to get on with our lives we have got accustomed to.

We pay money for getting passports issued in time because the officials are too lazy to even perform their duties for which they are being paid for. We pay money to retrieve our own stuff at the police station. We pay money for what are our rights and their duties. We pay money if we are on the right side of the law and pay more if we are on the wrong side of it.

And then we get home and curse the government for not taking enough measures or feel that our country will remain this way forever or get worse.

A Democracy is one where we make the laws, where we are the voice that the government listens to, performs for and stands on. We are the power. We are.

When was the last time you felt that your government was was looking out for your interests? The injustices occurring in our country are not just happening to “those people over there”; they are in fact happening to all of us. If one person is not free or denied justice then we are all suffering and being denied justice.

It is time for us to unite and break free from the privileged few who seek to own us and rule us.

Support the Jan Lokpal Bill.

P.S. – For a corruption free India, we need corruption free Indians. Starting You!

There And Back Again!

World | By Aditya | 2011 Trackbacks (0) Add comment   
(A Truly Legendary true story of a true Legend who defeated true Legends truly legendarily)

As I witnessed in stunned disbelief and a sense of heightened ardour I can now loosely recall the distorted images that are embossed in my mind for the rest of my life.

The journey... the caravan!

We had crossed not miles but people. We had left behind not possessions but memories. We had voyaged into the very hearts of the unknown and unfamiliar. We had come to ends of a trip that would lead us to glory and alleviate our pain.

And there before us stood an opponent of unmatched skill and ability. The adversary was very fierce and brave... and one who had been undefeated for a while – seemingly invincible. And yet the enemy was overpowered.

Yet when we conquered this enemy we did not stop, for other opponents had arrived. The next one was an old foe, a rival, one who had to be conquered – even if the Gods themselves were against us.

The rivalry was historic and unequalled. And the victory we achieved was unique and irreplaceable. The opponent was gracious in defeat though, they wished us the best of luck for the final battle - The epic encounter of all epic encounters, a battle to end all battles. A war waged to never wage war again for a long time.

And yes we did win the battle, a fight that will be written in the annals of time. A fight that was spellbinding and inspiring. A battle that will live on in all of our hearts... And finally the campaign had ended with us being victorious and our masses mesmerized.

This victory was achieved not for riches or thrones. This was not for possessions and property. No kingdoms were to be won. No damsels in distress needed to be rescued. Not for power or authority - But for a simple humble person - A person who had reshaped the course of the entire battlefield, a warrior unparalleled, a foot soldier who had reached the very dizzy heights of the dreamed of world.

And if you are not a depressed recluse who lives all alone in a desolate house in a deserted village in the isolated hinterlands of a remote island nation, which itself is in a secluded part of a lonely planet in a far-flung galaxy a million light years away – you would probably have heard the name of this foot soldier – SACHIN RAMESH TENDULKAR!!



Time | By Aditya | 2011 Trackbacks (0) Add comment   
Who can separate the stone from what it represents? Differentiate the sculpture from its image?

Once a saint, who for years on end stood still meditating was suddenly disturbed by loud noises and deafening war cries from far way. And as he motionlessly watched from the distance, a barbaric horde raided the area and wiped out the place, they caused enough damage for the land to become absolutely unrecognizable.

And soon after, they attacked a group of thirty odd peaceful, unarmed and respectable men. Men who had stood for honesty and moral values. Men who were revered and humane. Men who were kind and just. And what ensued was unimaginable – an unprecedented massacre, where a dozen of those highly regarded men were pulled away, targeted and assaulted.

They initially jabbed, and then they hacked and then they chopped. But soon they tied ropes to the victims’ bodies and tore them apart by pulling and tugging. And these men who had seen through years of harsh winds, pelting rain and the scorching sun with strength and solidarity were torn apart. And the broken remains of their bodies were later drowned. And the remaining men were left mutilated and scarred.

All the while a large group of soldiers looked on. These soldiers, contradictory to popular belief, betrayed the peoples’ trust and did nothing about the slaughter. In fact they knew that this might transpire but still did nothing about it.

And with great grief do I say this that even evil tyrants and sinners of the worst kind shouldn’t beget the torture that the honourable men suffered.

The horde then claimed to take over the empire and rule over it, which people thought would without a doubt lead to an era of darkness and gloom to descend over the doomed land. But the barbarians had their own soothsayers who deceptively asserted that the future would yield happiness and bring glory to the empire.

Easily deceived, the murderers and barbarians were praised and made leaders of the horde by people. And then the followers hoisted their flags and standards and went about vandalising and rioting.

And the men whom they had witnessed being callously taken apart were labelled fiends and imposters. And the acts and deeds, which these honourable men had done for centuries, were obliterated.

And as the saint watched with silence, the hearts of the people turned to stone.

As they say – time does petrify!

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