I am glad I have another new year to make resolutions, after all, what else do we care for,if it is not a new year first.. In India they say rules are meant to be broken..wear helmet is the rule, my hair style gets disturbed is the reason, to break this rule..hair is after all more important than a head!!! Do not park here , is the board.. How do the shop keepers feel, if we walk away, from shopping is the answer.. we have to park in front of the board..lane discipline.. never heard of discipline in school also, we are all independent citizens no...for what else did Gandhiji brought us freedom??? is the intelli query!!! back fired.
You have to walk on foot paths or pave ments.. what?? what are they, where are they?? Oh,These are vendor shopping areas. Where else can I buy a Copied levi jeans for three hundred bucks.. Do you mean, I should walk here, Of course, I shop here, when I walk here..For what else are these foot paths or pave ments.. Some phirangi wallah says, well laid footpaths are tokens of well developed civilisations.Of course we are a developed civilisation, did'nt the mohanjodaro harappa ruins say that?
We are well developed as a society for carelessness, procrastinations, and bragging of our old civilisations..
In what way, are these connected to my New year resolutions.. in which, I can draw a list, wake up inthe morning, do yoga for an hour and so on..and so forth, as is the trend of these days.
But in keeping with the ethos of our society and civilisation.. I can forget all these until the next Jan. first..
I intend to write this blog ina lengthy way and explain deeply about our way of life... but Oh... as usaual I am lazy, so this is the result..
My new year resolutions are cut, copied pasted from my last years resolutions... Enjoy..Till then...
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Cycle of marriage..children..
I came across this Article in Hindu " Great Indian marriage obsession" by vijay nagaswami. It is 100% true, in all aspects. we as a nation are obsessed with marrying our offsprings, as soon as they start spreading their wings.Our society is so obsessed with carrying on the cycle of life that is getting their offspring married and then wait for that cinematic good news of carrying grand children.. that any fringe ideas of taking time off the centric path is considered weirdo.. Why do we have no patience for fringe paths? Why do we long every one join the main stream with out any hope of adventure or experiment or just for the sake of it.. Why do we fall of majoritarism?
Because it is so comfortable to have every one under the same old , time travelled path, it gives us control over every ones lives, because in our society, there is no private individual , but a mass evolved social animal tamed to play to the tunes of pied piper, who is the monster of monolithic society ,yet playful in every outwardly way.
Imagine the day, a child is born, in our homes,his destiny is decided on the same day, that he will be sent to the best nursery, best schools and colleges, he will be an engineer/doctor /scientist/ prof/ ,gets a decent job. and gets married to a decent, educated, family loving, caring girl of his choice or family's choice, then again for the inevitable to happen ,another, cycle keeps on rotating.
Any deviation, any late decisions, any choices not approved by monolithic society is termed wierd or given some eccentric linked names. Can a journalist come from a family of doctors, can anyone aspire to become an author from a family of engineers,can a painter paint his future in a family of merchants..Life has to settle... like a sedintary earth in a flowing river ,at a particular age, girls are to be married at this age, this is the limit, not more than this ..some extended limitations, after marriage, they are not left to their life, again the monolithic monster is hungry for kids...any news??? is the common form of personal inquiry, thrown regularly until they are pressured to do it..the cycle should never stop, otherwise why this unnecessary national anxiety, curiosity ,collective drool for the family way of abhishek bachan-aish family???
Let everyone have their personal choices, let everyone live their lives, life is not one straight line, there are so many curves, bends, ups downs, let every fringe, round about ways be included into main stream or what ever stream they prefer...
Is it not time to take a breath and say... welcome.. life...precious life.. many ways of living life.. live your life...
Scare the monster away.. after all you have only one life.. live your way..
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Saturday, November 28, 2009
Landing in the Middle of Nights.
Here we come, in the middle of night.. we expats either form distant west or nearer gulf, weary eyed, sleepless travellors, expelled from the bowels of what ever air craft and tumble upon into the tarmac, gone are the oaths of touching and smelling the sacred land of mother land, gone are the decent make up laden faces , gone are the smartly worn suits, we just fall in a line, all eagerly waiting for a solid bed to lie and snooze into heavy uninterrupted sleep ....
Oh!! It is always me!!! why me??? is the tortuous philosophical question on every one's face ,as every bag takes its own sweet time to land on the belt.. every bag has its day.. you keep on saying, your first prayers on entering mother land is for your bags to materialise intact in two or three pieces, without being lost... in the long travel..
Oh!! some one hugged me, sorry ,wrong one, they too are sleepy eyed.. when you open your eyes, you are flocked by a thousand and one questions and hugging parents, siblings, cousins, distant, not so distant cousins..do I have such a big family, you wonder? After a strong coffee with milk, you seek a room with a bed, to relax your tired bones, not so soon, you are forced to open your bags and declare all your love in some solid form of imported bags, gadgets,watches, perfumes and smart phones and ipods... There are always disappointments, Oh that is already in India..
Now ,day one starts, with a long list of ' to do list in India' you have religiously saved in your palm top or lap top, oops.. to day is an important marriage you have to attend.. unscheduled arrangement, gone is the day one, two.. shopping.. but not for you, for all your folks, you are forced to buy some Indian.. things too..not all fall for imported goods, third follows the second, you have to attend a visa or passport woes in the middle attend a famous temple town for His blessings, an old school friend drops in with an invitation for his or his sisters marriage, you have to attend to keep up your image of home coming boy/girl with sweet ness pouring out, no airs image..one more day.. you have to do your shopping, for cotton hussh hushhh things, gifts for friends over there, all cute handi crafts things to be shown off in your carefully indianised home.Oh, collection of oldie music, songs/movies/ who has the time to download them,visit your old school, and take a few pics to post on your fav. net work, visit imp. profs, school teachers, seniors juniors, with whom you have such good rememberances,your own ancestoral home, village, your childhood street, Oh, there are thousands of memories you thought you should carry in your digital camera.
Important visits get postponed, your plans in disarray, cousins, aunties keep dropping everyday, with boxes of home made sweets, your mother starts packing tons of pickles, you remember the last year stock in the fridge, keep protesting , with no avail, here you are a puppet in the hands of Oh, Not God, in the hands of loved ones and not so loves ones too.Phew.. home coming...
Your waist line is increasing alarmingly, tailor made suits are out of sizes, your suitcase has bulged out of proportion, time has come to check the weights of the bags, time to trim the weight, time to say good byes to everyone...
Oh, forgodsake, where is my palmtop and carefully planned to do list... keep it stored for next time buddy..
Another midnight journey, back to your land of job, dreams, byes to loved ones, hugs to cousins, for giving you company all along, oh, you need your privacy soooo much, teary farewells, oh you hate so much, when are you coming back son, beti????
Oh, on another midnight... once again....
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Birds of same roots..
Yes, you have read it correct, it is usual to say, birds of same feather flock together, but read this!!!
Imagine a bird resting on a tree, on its flight to destiny, just to stretch its wings, no doubt, the tree with its vast foliage is a luxury, to rest upon, and one more bird also adds on, and what do they talk.. of their own place.. but the leaves of the tree keep on talking .. of their own fresh troubles and worries of falling to ground or how the scenery around them has changed over the days ,they are growing ..and how the weather keeps changing, and how they yearn for some cool rain drops, they have so many day to day problems and worries to share upon, what do these birds know about us? they keep saying, the birds come , take rest, build a nest, and leave it when the time has come to go...
yes, we are migratory birds, resting for a while in an unknown country, we have no roots here, we are just flying birds in search of comforts and new life ,but the place we belong to is our own mother land and we yearn for that smell, for that feeling of belongingness, for that familiarity, for that recognition, for that strong emotional bonding...
yes, I am an expat and these are my expat musings..
Let me rest for a while, and time will come to take off to my birth country, until then here ,this tree of green foliage is the tree of home to my dreams, but the stories of these leaves are not mine, I am not rooted to this tree, but the leaves have a lot of stories to say..
yes, these are my musings from kuwait, and I like to flock to a group of birds with same roots... not feathers... roots...
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I came across this Article in Hindu " Great Indian marriage obsession" by vijay nagaswami. It is 100% true, in all aspects. we as a nation are obsessed with marrying our offsprings, as soon as they start spreading their wings.Our society is so obsessed with carrying on the cycle of life that is getting their offspring married and then wait for that cinematic good news of carrying grand children.. that any fringe ideas of taking time off the centric path is considered weirdo.. Why do we have no patience for fringe paths? Why do we long every one join the main stream with out any hope of adventure or experiment or just for the sake of it.. Why do we fall of majoritarism?
Because it is so comfortable to have every one under the same old , time travelled path, it gives us control over every ones lives, because in our society, there is no private individual , but a mass evolved social animal tamed to play to the tunes of pied piper, who is the monster of monolithic society ,yet playful in every outwardly way.
Imagine the day, a child is born, in our homes,his destiny is decided on the same day, that he will be sent to the best nursery, best schools and colleges, he will be an engineer/doctor /scientist/ prof/ ,gets a decent job. and gets married to a decent, educated, family loving, caring girl of his choice or family's choice, then again for the inevitable to happen ,another, cycle keeps on rotating.
Any deviation, any late decisions, any choices not approved by monolithic society is termed wierd or given some eccentric linked names. Can a journalist come from a family of doctors, can anyone aspire to become an author from a family of engineers,can a painter paint his future in a family of merchants..Life has to settle... like a sedintary earth in a flowing river ,at a particular age, girls are to be married at this age, this is the limit, not more than this ..some extended limitations, after marriage, they are not left to their life, again the monolithic monster is hungry for kids...any news??? is the common form of personal inquiry, thrown regularly until they are pressured to do it..the cycle should never stop, otherwise why this unnecessary national anxiety, curiosity ,collective drool for the family way of abhishek bachan-aish family???
Let everyone have their personal choices, let everyone live their lives, life is not one straight line, there are so many curves, bends, ups downs, let every fringe, round about ways be included into main stream or what ever stream they prefer...
Is it not time to take a breath and say... welcome.. life...precious life.. many ways of living life.. live your life...
Scare the monster away.. after all you have only one life.. live your way..
Posted by vasantham at 10:41 PM 0 comments
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Landing in the Middle of Nights.
Here we come, in the middle of night.. we expats either form distant west or nearer gulf, weary eyed, sleepless travellors, expelled from the bowels of what ever air craft and tumble upon into the tarmac, gone are the oaths of touching and smelling the sacred land of mother land, gone are the decent make up laden faces , gone are the smartly worn suits, we just fall in a line, all eagerly waiting for a solid bed to lie and snooze into heavy uninterrupted sleep ....
Oh!! It is always me!!! why me??? is the tortuous philosophical question on every one's face ,as every bag takes its own sweet time to land on the belt.. every bag has its day.. you keep on saying, your first prayers on entering mother land is for your bags to materialise intact in two or three pieces, without being lost... in the long travel..
Oh!! some one hugged me, sorry ,wrong one, they too are sleepy eyed.. when you open your eyes, you are flocked by a thousand and one questions and hugging parents, siblings, cousins, distant, not so distant cousins..do I have such a big family, you wonder? After a strong coffee with milk, you seek a room with a bed, to relax your tired bones, not so soon, you are forced to open your bags and declare all your love in some solid form of imported bags, gadgets,watches, perfumes and smart phones and ipods... There are always disappointments, Oh that is already in India..
Now ,day one starts, with a long list of ' to do list in India' you have religiously saved in your palm top or lap top, oops.. to day is an important marriage you have to attend.. unscheduled arrangement, gone is the day one, two.. shopping.. but not for you, for all your folks, you are forced to buy some Indian.. things too..not all fall for imported goods, third follows the second, you have to attend a visa or passport woes in the middle attend a famous temple town for His blessings, an old school friend drops in with an invitation for his or his sisters marriage, you have to attend to keep up your image of home coming boy/girl with sweet ness pouring out, no airs image..one more day.. you have to do your shopping, for cotton hussh hushhh things, gifts for friends over there, all cute handi crafts things to be shown off in your carefully indianised home.Oh, collection of oldie music, songs/movies/ who has the time to download them,visit your old school, and take a few pics to post on your fav. net work, visit imp. profs, school teachers, seniors juniors, with whom you have such good rememberances,your own ancestoral home, village, your childhood street, Oh, there are thousands of memories you thought you should carry in your digital camera.
Important visits get postponed, your plans in disarray, cousins, aunties keep dropping everyday, with boxes of home made sweets, your mother starts packing tons of pickles, you remember the last year stock in the fridge, keep protesting , with no avail, here you are a puppet in the hands of Oh, Not God, in the hands of loved ones and not so loves ones too.Phew.. home coming...
Your waist line is increasing alarmingly, tailor made suits are out of sizes, your suitcase has bulged out of proportion, time has come to check the weights of the bags, time to trim the weight, time to say good byes to everyone...
Oh, forgodsake, where is my palmtop and carefully planned to do list... keep it stored for next time buddy..
Another midnight journey, back to your land of job, dreams, byes to loved ones, hugs to cousins, for giving you company all along, oh, you need your privacy soooo much, teary farewells, oh you hate so much, when are you coming back son, beti????
Oh, on another midnight... once again....
Posted by vasantham at 9:52 PM 0 comments
Labels: landing in the middle of night...
Birds of same roots..
Yes, you have read it correct, it is usual to say, birds of same feather flock together, but read this!!!
Imagine a bird resting on a tree, on its flight to destiny, just to stretch its wings, no doubt, the tree with its vast foliage is a luxury, to rest upon, and one more bird also adds on, and what do they talk.. of their own place.. but the leaves of the tree keep on talking .. of their own fresh troubles and worries of falling to ground or how the scenery around them has changed over the days ,they are growing ..and how the weather keeps changing, and how they yearn for some cool rain drops, they have so many day to day problems and worries to share upon, what do these birds know about us? they keep saying, the birds come , take rest, build a nest, and leave it when the time has come to go...
yes, we are migratory birds, resting for a while in an unknown country, we have no roots here, we are just flying birds in search of comforts and new life ,but the place we belong to is our own mother land and we yearn for that smell, for that feeling of belongingness, for that familiarity, for that recognition, for that strong emotional bonding...
yes, I am an expat and these are my expat musings..
Let me rest for a while, and time will come to take off to my birth country, until then here ,this tree of green foliage is the tree of home to my dreams, but the stories of these leaves are not mine, I am not rooted to this tree, but the leaves have a lot of stories to say..
yes, these are my musings from kuwait, and I like to flock to a group of birds with same roots... not feathers... roots...
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