Wednesday, 1 February 2012

Why I chose to be anti-Hazare.



Anna Hazare- the new age Gandhi came to prominence last April when he started a movement which demanded the passing of a bill named Lokpal which supposedly would cure one of the biggest plagues that has caught the country-corruption. Well, not much of us did know of this Gandhian until this movement kicked off, and a great many of us even mistook him for a Venezuelan model on hearing his name for the first time .Well, jokes apart, Mr Hazare is the recipient of the third highest civilian award, the Padma Bhushan for his altruistic works in structuring and developing a village called Ralegan Siddhi in Maharashtra.
His anti grafting movement met with immediate success, as Mr Hazare went on to threaten the Indian government by saying he’d go on an indefinite hunger strike till the bill gets enacted. We saw the uprising of the Indian middle class who gather in large masses and made this movement a big hit along with the media frenzy behind this which gave Mr Hazare a larger than life image. Team Anna as they call themselves came up with stock phrases like “Second fight of Independence”, “New age Gandhian” which evoked self righteousness among different strata of the society. Even with such massive advertisements the movement was polarized. For many he was God without a halo and to the rest he was a right wing sanctimonious tyrant. I belonged to the latter minority.
From the genesis of this affair, the whole idea of a magic bill that kills something as deadly as corruption never appealed to me. We are a population of over a billion and to wipe out corruption we need stronger moves. This doesn't mean that I am pro corruption. No, it’s just that ideas professed by Mr Hazare’s and his minions’ don't reconcile well with mine and those who think like me. Well, since I was a minority whatever I voiced fell into deaf ears.
Now about the people who were pro Hazare fell into two categories.
1. Those of who vouched for a better tomorrow but suffered from myopic vision.
2.Those who  had absolutely no idea of what postulated the bill, but went on advocating it, because it had become a part of popular culture.

Well after his first stunt, the government agreed to draft a bill, and as expected it didn't meet his demands. So Hazare set out on his second death fast demanding a powerful anti-corruption agency.
The fast was a big hit with celebrity intervention. Chetan Bhagat, Aamir Khan added pomp and splendor to the gatherings at Ram Lila maidan. Invariably Mr Hazare was arrested by the police, ostensibly in the interest of law and order.
He was like a little child who refused to eat and speak (yes, he went on a Moun vrat, in between) because Mommy didn't buy his favorite toy.
I said Team Anna and his minions had a myopic vision of the entire affair because India has a deep rooted and complicated relationship with corruption. And just as Mr Prime Minister rightly pointed out,
 a “magic wand” cant end corruption in our country. So it was wise to stop this hurly burly and for once capitulate. So in the map of the world India’s population was divided into two. The good guys and the bad guys. The bad guys being the politicians and the good guys being the middle class who lamented the bad. To solve a problem like corruption we need more than just a bill. And Team Anna never really understood what it meant by coming to terms with the government who proposed its own version of the bill which was presented in the upper house of the parliament. Well long story short, nobody could take Mr Hazare and minions for a ride.
In the meantime a couple of his allies, Mr Arvind Kejriwal and Mrs Kiran Bedi were charged with minor corruption charges which set a big blow to the self righteous rage they were cultivating. The media quizzed him on everything and he responded amiably. Projecting Mr Modi, the Gujarat CM who is the main accused in the mass homicide of hundreds of Muslims in Gujarat riots as a righteous man who ushered “rural development” exposed him as a very different man from what was made to believe.  He is dead against foreign investment and compared it to the East India Company which once colonized India. He declared that he’d campaign against the Congress in the coming election, as a punishment for not passing the bill. The question is, why does he fail to realize that, demoting Congress means supporting other corrupt politicians since he himself isn't contesting in the elections?
Well, the story doesn't end here; there was yet another hunger strike where we saw his halo diminishing. His credibility started eroding but still had the support of the middle class wearing “ I am Anna caps” who are embarrassed to admit that they are wrong. The public ground that can house over 10000, weren't getting filled up as expected with only a few thousands turning up. Poor health forced him to retreat to the hospital and in nut shell, everyone was getting sick and tired of this business.
I would never say Mr Hazare’s motives were that of a sinister. His ideas and advocacy for a corruption free India are a pathetic excuse for a democratic country where his dreams of being the dictator of sanctimoniousness were merely futile.

Thursday, 13 October 2011

Varma-ed !

I'm in love, yet again. Yes. Again. This time its His Royal Highness. ooOOOooo. Aswathi Thirunal Rama Varma.

Varma at the Rashtrapati Bhavan.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLXiNj94rx8&feature=related

Namukku Parkkan Munthiri Thoppukal (Vineyards for us to dwell in)



One of the most beautiful scenes enacted by Lalettan. Truly orgasmic.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_3GZxkjj6U&feature=topics&noredirect=1

നമുക്ക് ഗ്രാമങ്ങളില്‍ ചെന്ന് രാപാര്‍ക്കാം , അതികാലത്ത് എഴുന്നേറ്റു മുന്തിരിതോട്ടങ്ങളില്‍ പോയി മുന്തിരി വള്ളി തളിര്‍ത്തു പൂവിടുകയും , മാതളനാരകം പൂക്കുകയും ചെയ്തോ എന്ന് നോക്കാം , അവിടെ വച്ച് ഞാന്‍ നിനക്കെന്റെ പ്രേമം നല്‍കാം...

Let us rise early and go to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine has budded And its blossoms have opened, And whether the pomegranates have bloomed. There I will give you my love...

Faak!

Apparently guys love to get robbed off their time, money and emotions. How how dumb can they  get in the name of love. Too bad, too bad.

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

I heard of a man ...from "Let Us Compare Mythologies" by Leonard Cohen


I heard of a man
who says words so beautifully
that if he only speaks their name
women give themselves to him.
If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips.
it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside the door.

Thursday, 22 September 2011


Yes,I didn’t go for the industrial visit. Now, its not because I do not enjoy the company of my classmates (which I certainly do, once in a while), and its definitely not because I cant bear to live away from home for a matter of 10 days. No. It’s not that. You might not believe it, but it’s simply because, I’m bloody lazy. Yes, you’ve got NO freaking idea how lazy I’m.
I have never made myself a good cup of tea in my entire life. See, it’s not that I ‘vent tried or anything, I did try, and it was a disaster. The aftermath of which, washing up the pan and the cup, putting back the sugar and tea back in their places after a failed attempt, is simply back breaking. I’m not accustomed to such strenuous work, so pardon me.
Next comes cleaning my room. Okay, I never clean my room, but my mom does and I believe she’s got this strange ailment called, dust-o-phobia. I never encourage her in keeping it spick and span mainly because after each cleaning, a hell lot of my stuff goes missing, more like misplaced. She’s got this book of rules where each thing in a room is supposed to be kept, and she strictly abides by it. Like for example I’d scatter my books on the bed when I get back home and after a while they are neatly stacked on my table. In my book of rules, the table is just for the laptop, and books, especially engineering ones, I simply don’t care where they are kept. She calls it laziness, but I beg to differ, seriously. I can’t stand the sight of neat, well kept beds. I simply don’t feel like sleeping on them, as they are so uninviting, and I’ve got to undo the bed before I can catch any sleep on it. Again I get scandalized by Mom, and everyone else. I do keep my bathroom clean, in fact very well, but that goes unnoticed and unappreciated.
Let alone the tea, in general I can’t cook. I’m not a big fan of cooking and cleaning or anything that requires patience and forbearance. I do like driving cars, and was overjoyed when I got my drivers license. Only that it was a bane in disguise, as I was appointed the family’s official chauffeur. From picking up and dropping my sister from dance classes at unholy hours to buying vegetables became my duty and Trust me, its not exciting. Once I took my rage on the road and a distant cousin of mine caught me rash driving, and ever since I’ve not been encouraged to carry out errands.

My family, we are a bunch of misers, and we are proud of it. This attribute goes back to several generations, each competing hard to beat the pervious one. One could say that, not going for the Industrial Visit was again an act of penny pinching. Don’t see this as bragging, but I’ve been to most of those places n number of times, except for maybe Hyderabad. I don’t think I miss Ramoji Film city and Snow World as I’ve been to one of the best film cities in the world and also experienced snowing( or whatever it is called). So what my master plan was, since I am being such a cost effective kid, my mom would buy me something, like books for instance. That did not happen, and furthermore I was subject to lectures from Dad on how he constructively spent his IV at home during his college days doing his final year project. I always give a deaf ear to such stuff, but listen to my plight-It’s a time I don’t even have Facebook for pointless talk and changing profile pictures. I submerged myself to watching the tube and googling silly stuff. Once I was so bored that I even read an article on cultivating asparagus and another one on some clown called SRK, who rose to stardom by manipulating the emotions of weak hearted people. Yes, real pathetic.
So in short, my game plan didn’t work, nor do I miss going for the industrial visit. But what the hell, I get to sleep for hours; there is nothing better than romancing with the bed on a Monday morning, without fear of getting caught.



Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Live Flesh

We are an impossible dream seeking the night,
To forget in its shadows, the world and all else.
We in our daydream, painful and beloved,
Two leaves that the wind brought together in the autumn.
We are two beings in one, who loving each other die,
To keep the secret of our love.
But what will life matter, when we are separated.
We are two tear drops in a song, 
Nothing more we are...nothing more...  


Pedro Almodovar's Spanish movie, Carne Tremula (Live Flesh)