Rants, and Happiness

It was the Halloween party last night.. Something that could get me excited, even after having spent 10 hours in the office on a Saturday!!

So, I called up all the 'friends' around and decided we will leave at 10-ish. And at 9:55 sharp, I was ready. But all the others were busy. Watching movies. Different movies, on DVDs. And after trying to persuade them to pause the movies and go for the party and failing, at 10:30 I decided I did not want to go to the party, after all. I know I was acting spoilt but my grudge was against the others taking their word, and my time, so lightly. Finally I was dragged along to the party at around 12.

Well, I went there. And boozed. And sat morosely in a corner. And finally came back with the last of our guys, at around 5 in the morning. And then, before I went off to sleep, I found happiness...

The God of Small Things

Of late, there has been quite a furore over the remarks of a cerebrally challenged intellectual (of course all intellectuals are cerebrally challenged) regarding India, Kashmir and human rights. So as a thorough believer in making my views heard even when no one else might want to hear them, I decided to speak my mind out here. Or should it be type my mind out here? Well, whatever... I am not an intellectual so I do not bother...

So, Ms Roy says that India has become a colonising power after 1947. Kashmir has never been an part of India. India is trying to take over oppressed people and is blatantly suppressiing their human rights.

People decry her remarks, and call for her to be tried for high treason!! Come on people, have some sense.. The not-so-poor lady is speaking nothing but the truth.

After all, Kashmir has always known to be the oldest democracy on the planet. Come to think of it, it has also been the oldest monarchy, plutocracy, theocracy and idiosyncrasy on earth. In fact, Ms Roy may be trusted to soon call it the only real hypocrisy on earth too... After all, Rahel and Estha do need some history lessons and where else can they get them if not Kashmir?

India is of course suppressing the human rights of the oppressed people. If an oppressed child wants to throw a few stones on a public property, who in the right frame of mind would even think of stopping him? Kids should have their share of fun and frolic, after all. And a guy setting off a bomb or two is a perfectly normal thing to do for a teenager. Come on, don't tell me you have not done it umpteen times in your heydays... And if a few people pick up some guns and shoot a few bullets in air, what is wrong in that? Did I hear someone asking about accountability for the death of innocent people by those shots? Come on, if someone deliberately tries to compete with Rajinikanth and comes in the way of a perfectly harmless innocent bullet, then that blot on the face of the earth deserves to die. You would not call such an idiot an innocent victim, would you?? And killing security forces is of course the favourite means of passing time out here. You would definitely agree with her on this. And when a friendly neighbour is paying for the toys as well as the players too, it is even more fun..

I am sure I have convinced you all about the strength of truth in the two statements expounded above. The third statement, if my memory serves me right, is that India has become a colonising power post 1947. Now this one was below the usual astute standards of Ms Roy. After all, India has always been a colonising power. Do not believe me?? Ask Timur the lame, Mahmud Ghaznavi, Genghis Khan, the Mughals, the British... The list is endless.. So many people have been pounded into submission by the war machinery of India ever since times immemorial that it is not even worth explaining.. And post independence, India took over an independent Bangladesh and colonised it into Eastern Pakistan. We took over a part of the independent Karhmir and converted it into PoK. Hell, we even took over the Aksai Chin and gave it to China to administer and lay railways there, so that Mamta Di gets some competition..

It is my sincere advice to all those villains who have nothing but ill wishes for India to look up to Ms Roy and learn something from her. It is intellectuals like her who will lead India into an era where we will be the most intellectually progressive (and at the cost of repetition, cerebrally challenged) nation on earth...

Let us all drink a toast to The God of Small Things...

Nirvana

I am no Gautama Buddha. I am not even similar to him one bit.

No, I know none of my friends, well wishers or not so well wishers think so. But why I proclaimed my dissimilarity so publicly was because of a train of thought.

Now, as we all know (or believe without knowing), Buddha attained enlightenment sitting beneath a Peepal tree. That I regularly attain enlightenment would give me some degree of similarity to the aforementioned prophet, but for the fact that my enlightenment generally follows a few stiff drinks sitting in the bar, and I am not sure that the one named above (Buddha, not the Peepal tree) would give me a pat on the back for the bar part.

Anyways, coming to the point, I am no Buddha because unlike him, my preferred place for thinking is not beneath a Peepal tree (hey environment guys, see how green I am being in this post) but on top of a toilet seat.

When you are sitting on that most hallowed of places in your home, you feel a sense of ethereal calm. You dissociate yourself from all the shit in the world, and find yourself to be completely clean both within and without. A sense of bliss envelopes you and makes all distractions go away, and lets you into almost a trance. It is in this state that your mind is at its clearest best. Logic strikes you like a flash of lightning every millisecond, and your brain works faster than that of Chacha Chaudhary (blasphemous though it may sound). And of course, not a soul in the world to disturb you. I doubt even Menaka or Rambha would have dared to break the tapasya of Vishvamitra, had he been meditating in this sanctum sanctorum. Not to mention the fact that he could have shaved off a few thousand years from the tapasya, purely because of the tranquility and calm it provides.

And of course, last but not the least, the toilet seat is what introduced me to blogging, and made me meet on of my mostest bestest friends ever... Many more toilet seats to you, Cha...

Yet Another Start...

I had given up this space... For good.. And I cannot say that I was not justified in giving it up. For there were so many connections inherent in int, which had become painful wounds searing right down a troubled soul...

But then, sitting aimlessly I realised today that I was giving up a part of my identity by giving up this blog. So back I am. And to those for whom I had given this space up, well they can GFaD.

Knowing me, I do not think I will be too active at this place. But I will try to. I will definitely make a genuine attempt. Let us see how this umpteenth attempt pans out...

Godspeed to me...