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Author: Forsworn ninja

If you have it, You have IIT

He woke up with groggy eyes. He didn’t like waking up so early in the morning, it made his head spin and stomach roil. He had no other option though; tuitions were mostly scheduled in the morning. “Useless buggering insomniacs”, he thought viciously. “It’d soon be over”, he reassured himself, just for the sole purpose of convincing himself.

He’d decided to study literature; sciences attracted him as much as rafflesia’s smell. He’s just joined the engineering stream because he was told it would be good for his future. By now, he’d understood that sciences would ruin his life, rather than make it worthwhile. It wasn’t as if he was bad at sciences. He was rather good. Better than many. But being good at engineering and being happy were two totally different things.

“I’d talk to my parents the next time I go home”, he quietly resolved. They would understand, he knew. It’d take a hell lot of persuading, but they’d understand. It’d cause quite a scandal back home, but he’d learnt a while back that society was the most stupid organisation of all times, and he didn’t giva a rat’s fart to what people would say on his disgraceful(?) return.A blast of music from his cell phone jolted him out of his reverie. It was his mom on the other side.

“Hi mom”, he said. “Hello” was the stiff and cold reply from the other side. Uh-oh, I know this tone, he realized with sudden panic. He had answered the call now though, and no excuses to end it flashed through his nimble, yet now silent-for once mind.

“I guess you now know why I’m calling at this hour”, his mother said, her tone getting harsher with each word. “The topper boy of the institute has dropped out of the 30′s and still doesn’t have a shed of remorse. Don’t you know how much me and your dad has invested for you? And you have absolutely no regard…” on and on, she went.

He dutifully listened to the tirade, never explaining that some guys were bullying him at his tuition, that he’d had more migraine attacks in the last month than in his entire life or even that he didn’t like what he was studying. After apologising for what seemed to be the hundredth time and promising to do better next time, he finally calmed his mom down.

With a sigh. he opened the chemistry textbook and started studing the periodic table…..

Being Human

Being Human

I was out shopping for clothing (totally pointless, but i’ve been told that being at a new college requires a change of wardrobe). Totally boring, but performing this unpleasant ritual once a year helps avoiding it for another one.  After spending three “pain in the you-know-what” hours, I was finally done with shopping and got to my favourite part of the evening, i.e. food :D

 

As many of you know by now, little Ninad is a creepy stalker. Trying to live up to my reputation, I grabbed a corner seat and began to watch the people inside the restaurant. Interesting things are bound to happen at an overstuffed and understaffed hotel, and soon enough, soomething happened.

 

A waiter caused quite a commotion when he dumped a couple of plates full of food on the shining, clean-shaven head of a burly customer (If you ask me, that fatso got up without looking around, but the customer is  always right until he pays the money,so…)

 

Very soon, after all the mess, the guy started abusing the waiter and using all sorts of colourful expressions which you don’t normally hear at places other than truck docks. After all the doomsday threats, the guy accepted compensation from the waiter and left the restaurant smirking, his T shirt proudly proclaiming “Being human”.

 

I looked at the waiter. He was barely older than me and looked very close to tears due to the financial loss and humiliation. I was shocked at the behaviour of that man, but had seen many money lickers who asked for financial settlement for anything that went against them.

 

You see, it all boils down to money.  We don’t, or rather, don’t chose to see a worthy student who can’t buy his books or pay his fees citing our own expenses. The same day, we visit Adlabs or Cinemax, watch a trailer trash movie and eat pizza that looks like a puked-on pancake and throw a thousand bucks away.

 

Leave the charity aside, but look at what we teach the children: demand compensation from friends for lost or broken toys, or worse, break something in return. No wonder they don’t learn simple values like sharing. And then we cry, “Awww look where this generation is headed”.

 

I’ll cite another example here. I’d been to a blood donation camp recently. It felt good to help in my own small way, like many other donors there. Imagine our outrage ands hurt when when we came to know that the organiser of the drive was caught red handed (no pun intended) for selling the blood to a blood bank. He was the guy who had made a pretty speech the last day, telling everyone how benevolent our gesture was. Today charity is for showing off. People think that wearing a being human T shirt is more important than being one. Disgusting.

 

As I was contemplating all this, a voice intrrrupted, “I’m sorry sir, but it’s time for us to close. Can I get you anything?” I just asked for our errant guy to collect my bill. But before he could come, I paid the required amount,and emptied my pocket (or what was left of it) and decided to walk home. After all, walking is good for health, isn’t it???

 

Omnipotent me

God… probably the strongest entity that single-handedly has the ability to unite or divide us humans, for good or evil. The funny thing is, God has become more of a political figure these days, than the pillar of faith He (or She) was originally meant to be. God is the base of faith, and religion is just the hollow building that stands upright due to it’s support. Demolish the building, you can make a new one. Destroy the base, and the building tumbles down… automatically. What happens when someone refuses to believe the existence of base itself? I’ll tell you.

 

A few people who know me personally are aware of the fact that I’m an outspoken agnostic, despite the fact that I come from a family of devout Hindus (not superstitious, though). Not a single time has it failed to surprise people, though what’s so surprising, eludes me. Recently, I had an opportunity to visit a very famous and ancient temple with a friend of mine. I agreed, out of a little guilt that had sprung up from very little socialising on my part, and I needed some fresh air anyway. As promised, I went to the temple with him. However, I stopped at the gates to observe the architechtural grandiosity. The entire temple was carved out of black stone of some kind. There was a certain grace in the temple that made me stop in my tracks and pay attention to the minute carvings and details. Meanwhile, my friend had almost entered the temple, stopping only when he realised that I hadn’t followed him. He impatiently signaled me to join him. I shook my head to state my refusal and asked him to offer his prayers and meet me outside.

 

After trying to reason with me for some time, he shrugged and completed his prayers. On our way home, he couldn’t control himself and finally said, “Dude, you are a hindu, then why didn’t you come inside the temple??” I said, “I’m a hindu by birth, but agnostic in nature”. He stared at me as if I had just asked him to moonwalk . A few seconds later, he asked the million dollar question: “Why so?” To which I replied, “I don’t need a God”. My answer obviously didn’t satisfy him, and we had a round of arguments which remained unsolved for quite a few days. In the meantime, I was searching for a way to frame a proper response for his arguments .

 

A few days later, blasphemous me formed a convincing reply and decided to end this unfinished business forever. I caught up with him the next day and we resumed our World War. Realising that this conversation was headed the same way as the last one, I interrupted his talk halfway and said, “Look, I’m not saying that God does not exist because of the lack of scientific proof. I’m not even saying that I lost faith because of calamities, poverty, inequality and other such reasons. It’s just that I don’t believe in omnipotent-benevolent concept. I don’t leave anything to God, I prefer to do it myself. I can say that I’m responsible for my own life and decisions. I don’t need to look to the heavens and mutter in the air for help, I can find it deep within myself. I don’t need to create safeguards and face the consequences of my actions, however pleasing or depressing they might be. Most importantly, I can believe in my own power than believe in someone else. I steer my own canoe rather than leaving it to the mercy of the waves. In a way, I’m my own god, and I’m omnipotent as long as things need to get done my way…. Isn’t that a reason enough???” I fell in my chair, tired from my sudden outburst. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then he smiled sheepishly and said, “You’ve scored pal ! you know you have!”

Something To Think About

Hello!!!! Is someone happy around here? Can anyone show me what real laughter is? Why, for what do we have to disagree with everyone around us?  Do we disagree with ourselves too? Maybe that’s the case.
Survival is easy for people like us. We get good education.. A comfortable life,loving family, decent social life. What else does one require to be happy? Still, I can see stress on everyone’s face…. Why so?
Look at us miserable fellows, we aren’t happy with the seasons too!! We say, rain comes at an unexpected time. No discipline to it. Be summer or winter, the wretched thing comes to disrupt us. Rain has become like men, unpredictable, moody…People say, “I’m alone. There is no one for me. ” Why the false claims of being lonely? Or is showing loneliness in vogue?

We like to read newspaper the first thing in morning…But is it necessary to say “There’s nothing to read in the papers” every five minutes? Conservation of forests, animals, is out of our sphere. “Cricketer’s marriage to actress, opposed by the bride’s father” is considered childish. Reading about global warming is considered unnecessary. So, in this world, we’re habituated to the illusion of our own sweet uniqueness, criticizing everything else….

Why are we into the habit of believing that no one speaks absolute truth? If anyone asks, us our name, does the rhetoric ‘why?’ has to be used? If someone praises us, is being afraid of their intents justified? And after all this, we have the guts to say shamelessly to our reflection, ‘I can’t really trust anyone.’

If a person is blunt, we call him arrogant, conceited…. On the other hand, if someone speaks with a proper planning, we brand the person as ‘cunning, politics playing for’. Is everything deceitful? When an orator praises someone, is he acerbic ‘Now look at the sucking up’ comment necessary?

Is every song, every coin a falsehood? Reality shows or life, do we have a reason to believe that everything is fixed? The gobel’s truth that every road has potholes of corruption, has already been accepted by us….
Politician means falsehood, police means bribery, Artist equals addiction, and player means match fixing, Youth means irresponsibility, trader means a cheat…Salesman is a thief, and truck drivers mean AIDS.Promises are for breaking, and rules are never to be followed… Temple means a theft of footwear and lectures are a big bore….. Do we need o believe in this?

ONE day , just for a day, let’s begin our morning by smiling at the ceiling. Let’s search for something interesting in the news…we know the person talking to us is lying, but let’s rest our head on his shoulder anyway. Perhaps, he’ll feel compelled to speak the truth ?? When passing from a kindergarten, let’s stop at its gates for a few minutes, and rejoice in the nostalgia of our own innocent, carefree, transparent laughter of our childhood.

Believe me, we can laugh, we can certainly speak the truth. But we’ve bonded ourselves with chains, chains which had no reason to exist…chains of myths like singularity, uniqueness, injustice, unfair life… Do we need to die with such inhibitions? Death is the ultimate truth, but let’s live fully before the moment comes… AT LEAST ONCE!!


Again

Talking to my diary. Again. Should’ve been tired of this by now, but I’m out of options… again. I need to vent out how I feel, but no one’s listening. Again. The guy in the dorm right above me is playing Green Day songs, but it’s a song I’m horribly familiar with, and I try to tune out the sound automatically. Again.

 

It’s too cold in my room. Somewhere close by, an owl hoots, a dog howls morosely… The chill wind seeps through my body, freezing my bones. Again. My roomies are sitting together, laughing at bawdy jokes. I join in mechanically, without even hearing the joke. Again. They don’t notice the slip in my composure or my fake laughter and carry on with more sick jokes. Again.

 

I throw a glance at my closet, noticing without any real interest that it has become more untidy than a doctor’s handwriting. I check my emails and facebook notifications. Even before I check them out, I somehow know that there’s nothing new in my inbox. My brain is numb, but I can’t stop thinking while thinking about nothing at all.  Again.

 

By now, my roomies are hitting the sack, telling me that even abnormal human beings like me need sleep sometimes. I chuckle weakly at the old joke, but like every other piece of advice I’ve ever heard, I block it out before it even registers with my brain. Again.

 

By now it is 0430 and I’m still wide awake. Time has passed without me knowing, like it always does.  I try to sleep, but sleep behaves like a sulking child, never coming close, sticking its tongue out at me. I’m about to scream, rip my hair off and strangle everyone in my sight. Somehow, slowly, bit by bit, cell by cell, I reign myself in. Again.

 

A feeling of despair washes over me, ferociously trying to do me in, almost choking me with agony. I’d never thought that heartache was a physical feeling, not just a fanciful description. Tears slide down, wetting my beard. I’ve lost her. Again.

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