..thoughts

The dew quietly appears on the rear of the two- wheeler parked outside while I look down to men partially covered hovering around the place hoping to bring their wives some goods to be prepared for the night meal.
The fifth page on my daily newspaper read about the LGBT’s (i.e. lesbian, Gay, bi sexual and transgender), it’s quite uncommon to have such things on an Indian newspaper. It was a fabulous punch on the faces of those who talk about the so called Indian Culture. Is there a difference between the sexuality depicted in the western scriptures and those carved out in Khajuraho. It is to be noted that Khajuraho is a place in India with ancient carvings and artistic impressions on rocks portraying men and women in intimate positions with almost all the women semi nude.
Is this the ‘Indian Culture’ being talked about??
I mean it’s looks so pathetic when some ‘Indians’ posing themselves as the saviours of the nation talk about banning pubs, clubs, parties etc.. I mean when your own ancestors had no shame in displaying their women semi nude in public, which culture do you talk about to save?? I mean where’s the point of a western effect, when the entire tradition is purely Indian!!
I turned over, to reach the seventh page of my morning daily, the contents their read nothing but about the filthy ad cheap regional and caste politics that’s prevailing in the country. The western India seems to elate itself from the northerners, while those in the south consider themselves a completely different breed of human beings. I mean you cannot accept your own selves within your own boundaries, how do you expect to gain respect on foreign lands.
It’s quite deserving for the Indians to be treated the way they are being in places like Australia and England. I mean if you don’t respect your own self, if you don’t recognise your own people, if you try to differentiate in your own backyard, u eventually reap the way you sow. Isn’t it fascinating to see how god gives back to every one in his own special ways.

After quite an hour of criticism and sarcasm, I stepped out for a cup of tea to the nearest tea stall. Only to witness a young women at the top of her voice arguing over a penny with the grocer shop owner. Is shouting in public, shopping at road sides, hurdling through a group of men for a petty return, embarrassing your own dignity and self respect by staging a mockery of your personal matters on television shows (a reality TV show with a judge hearing cases of house hold matters, went on air few days back) the only way to assert women empowerment, and if all this is non – objectionable then why criticize cases of eve- teasing, molesting, rape etc.. when theirs an open invitation to carry out such acts, from all those women trying to empower themselves. aha!! even a fresh piece of bread certainly gets rotten if placed un attended in the open air..

Things apart, bickering about such issues just increases the hate percentage I have been carrying for this place since four years, with the clock standing at ninety degrees, an after thought flashed through that none of these issues could ever help me out personally in my career prospects.

How sarcastic by this time many would say, ‘now the dawg has come to his point’..
I’m almost at the end of my four year stint at my current learning school, with a mixed bag of reactions and memories throughout the learning period. I wonder whether this gamble of USD 10000 would ever pay – off. The whole game of engineering is just like a game of cards. The Ace of investment and the kings of attendances stick together always hoping for the queen of placement to have the final world. I believe these women are always deceiving, even in a game of cards.

Moving on, I just returned the other day from a local Pathology Test , after a doctor in his late 50’s diagnosed me of certain ailments, I last read about in my grade 12 Biology Handbook. The doctor was quite an enthusiast. He stepped upon his gear as I stepped upon my pocket. For each currency note he exchanged a new ailment, I was happy to learn that the whole transaction lasted only a mere three currency notes.

The whole bag of the four year memories have nothing than an ailment and a new blog. Wonder is this also a part of graduation??
I wonder how to evolve from this dreadrous routine of my life. The entire four years had nothing except a bowl of secrets and sorrows, a million un answered queries, filthy catfights, bitchy friendship feuds etc.
This is what I carry in the name of knowledge and experience with a very minute technical understanding after the completion of my degree course.

Looking at the world around me, every single being has a definite aim for his/her life, or rather a planned cause for which they are working and in the midst lies a ‘me’ who keeps sailing his little ferry of life in the pacific, only in hope to reach the west bound land rather than the Bermuda Triangle.

A faithful friend had rung me up the other day discussing one of my old written blogs. They say I am the worst pessimistic ever born on Earth. She figured it right, that the smile worn over my face veils a trillion facts buried behind. An hour of conversation made me realise, that it’s high time to find a solution for these unending blogs.
Why can’t I lead a real happy life from the depth of my heart??

..with all these happening around and yet many more to happen I’ll certainly be back...
t’ll then..

peace!!

mE ‘n mA LonE soUL