FALSE COMPASSION

Yet again, today was going to be as uneventful a day as everyday. I, as a part of my daily robotic routine, was sitting comfortably in my bed with the air conditioning on full blast, happily at ease with my favorite home cooked meal waiting on me on my bed side table. Meanwhile, merrily chit-chatting with my cell phone in one hand and switching channels with the remote in the other. The feeling, heavenly!

My friend on the other line was doing pretty much the same, enjoying a similar relaxed evening as me, switching channels side by side on the TV.

The conversation, nothing more than the usual. Casual banter of two people at the end of a day. Perfectly effortless.

Then as if on cue to disrupt the calm we switch on to the national news, currently focusing on the earlier happenings of the day in one of India’s biggest and most unpopular, crime prone states.

The state of Uttar Pradesh, where petty violence goes unnoticed and uncounted for on a daily basis, this one was an exception. A new breed of crime, on the part of people who, in the first place claim to provide justice.

The man was as helpless as a deer caught on a wire noose, trapped in between filthy assholes, beaten up mercilessly by the unfeeling bastards. They call themselves men when they are nothing more than sorry excuses of the word. They went on and on tirelessly beating him up. Slapping him, spitting on him, disgracing him, more and more.

They called themselves Lawyers! This happening, outside a court house! This is the justice system of India. One, I’m sure all Indians are not so proud of.

These are the people who’ve been instilled with the license to practice the discipline of law in our country! As outrageous as it sounds it’s true that in India, out of a handful of lawyers only a few understand and have a true sense of responsibility that comes with the job. what a shame!

After all these realizations, I felt both angry and guilty looking at the poor man being ruthlessly trodden in front of me. Angry because of obvious reasons and Guilty because here I was sitting in the comforts of my home, safe in the reassuring presence of my loved ones around me and there he was all alone, an insufficient man with no help, mercilessly trampled, with no way out.

But guilty, also because here I am feeling bad for him, pitying him and doing nothing more about it but writing. Far from delivering him any kind of justice, in a way just wishing for it to be over, expressing my utter sympathy but thanking my stars I’m not in his shoes… and then…

I change the channel…

Psycho Babble

It seems as if my brain works overtime and I’m sure a lot of people would testify to that. And it’s not just me. As I take a closer look in the lives of the people around me, mostly people who I network with on a daily basis I find them on the same plane. Confused.

Question- So why in the first place do we put ourselves in dilemmas?

Let us try to find out…

There are two sides to every coin and for me and most of the others the damn coin would never land flat. Life wants everyone to analyze both sides. And as if this wasn’t enough, you have to pick one of them. Still wonder why it’s not a cake walk?

Whether to choose family over career, this place over that one, this friend over that one, this gesture over that one, ego over surrender, self interest or sacrifice, relationship or single . No matter how much of a diplomat you are you cannot possibly work around such things or in simpler words you can’t afford to mess up here! You gotta pick one (ofcourse you can work around a bit with the relationship part). All of a sudden choosing a dress seems much simpler a task (I’m sure the female readership would gladly agree).

Talking about choices, most of them are self inflicted, in other words most of them are lousy screw ups. We complain when we don’t have a lot of them and complain if there are too many. Again two sides of the silly coin.

If something seems wrong, out of place or in pieces, the brain has a subliminal modus operandi of putting all those pieces together, surfacing an order and developing a perfectly logical and reasonable explanation to make everything fall Right In Place. That just makes it even more complex (in public interest- resisting the temptation to use a six letter adjective though absolutely apt for the description.) So you see anyone can make a good detective, it’s just a matter of channeling the brain in the right direction!

Those were the days when I had to choose between a Dairy Milk and a Mars. The later being the obvious choice. If you are looking for a comparison as to what level of choices I have to make now, well all I can tell you is that the lure and temptation of both in contrast to one another is too high ( keep guessing…) Damn! It’s tough!

The gist of everything being- why cant the damn coin land flat for once! First it spins you wasted and then gives you nothing. No highs, no results, no conclusions, no direction, no decisions.

And then the over worked intelligence asks the same question again…

Question- So why in the first place do we put ourselves in such dilemmas?

Ans- do let me know too, when and if you find out (-;

Castle In The Sky

A hallucinatory expression of love

A delusional denial of deceit

A pretentious acknowledgment of the sweet minutiae

A fantastical existence of passion

A misperception of reality

A phantasmal conviction of perfection

A delirious ecstasy, an all time high

A vivid reverie slowly goes by...

Entranced indulgence

Gratis credence...

An illusion is what I live in

In an illusion I shall die…

And eventually i shall build my castle in the sky…