The stillness in stillness is not the real stillness. Only when there is stillness in movement can the spiritual rhythms appear which pervades heaven and earth.
Ts’ai-Ken-T’an
Sometimes my place is like an airport (Amritsar lounge) or sometimes likened to the bus-stand with people of all walks coming and going. It seems there is never a moment to oneself, one is multi-tasking, constantly in motion be it with the phone (attached to my ear as my mom in law says ! causing me to walk in a funny way ) or just doing things like reading , listening to music (forever playing ) and yes, shouting to my servies. But I have made it that way on purpose because surrender does not mean saying,’ I open the doors from three to five only, and if you don’t make it, that’s too bad.’ You have to surrender to the Divine twenty four hours a day. You cannot do it part-time.
How do you do a spiritual practice if you keep all your doors open and somebody walks right in? Well, you have to learn to incorporate that person, that conversation into the practice of surrender, even if you had intended to do something entirely different. And don’t get irritable, don’t get impatient-particularly if the interruption isn’t all that important and the work involved in is important.
This practice teaches you to surrender, to be quick in adjusting your concentration, to be able to go back to where you were quickly, and it deepens your acceptance of what is.
When that is established, then you can say, ‘Okay, between seven to nine-that’s my time.’ But still be willing to surrender to circumstances and adjust your time. If you don’t impatience comes in the door. You will begin thinking, ‘Oh, I can never finish anything. There all these disturbances. There are all these interruptions.’ That impatience reflects later on in your daily life. Reflect upon this for a minute you’ll see this attitude in every sphere; be it with kids, wife, husband etc…
There are always people around us and they mean problems and who wants problems? However, victory comes only when we allow it happen.
I think this is true for all aspects of one’s life be it spirituality or be it just normal hum -drum.
Remember To live in an enchanted world; we have to assume the role of magician in our everyday lives. Thomas Moore
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
ireport7
She sat there with her eyes moist and yet, dry bereft of any tears not even wondering what had brought this one. Broken in spirit, shattered and bruised in the vilest way. All the bruises which were visible at least had accountability. One could wait for the passage of time to heal them from the eggplant purple to the dirty yellow fading into nothingness. But what about the scars which were engrained into her, they were getting deeper, bleeding and rotting the core of her leaving a fetid stench …..Which engulfed at all times.
She thought about her existence, given birth by loving parents who pampered her, loved her at every step and held her hand at every turn guiding, nudging her to the highest levels of education. And, when the infernal rishta (that’s how she saw it) she was married tethered to a man who was all prevailing. It seems time stands still and whatever advancement is like a smokescreen, promising the sky but leaving one with a lot of grey smoke on the face. He was all what one wanted in an ideal partner (do these utopian fantasies exist?).A whirlwind marriage with all the trappings was played to the hilt and she settled into her marriage with the excitement and coyness of a blushing bride.
All was well, till alcohol surfaced and reared it‘s ugly head. She tried, appeased him but nothing... The beatings started as a vent of his frustrations, because of his inner demons which tormented both of them. Turning to her parents, and having long discussions and promises of him turning into a new leaf led her down the merry path that all would be great. No one gets divorced in our families; just learn to live with it, give him another chance. These placations carried on with the beatings and the last one was which broke the camel’s back.
This is a true rendition of a case which came to the chairman pswc…I don’t want to give any reasons, explanations’ or arguments about what drive women to this utter desolateness and sheer helplessness. This scene is played out in countless households; tell me when we will stop it and let the stench fade away to sweet smell…
The woman in question had everything going for and has been killed by her so –called in laws and her parents and society by repeated attacks on her body with electrical shocks, while her soul frittered away the first time..
By the way, what do you think is an adequate financial compensation? What a laugh …
She thought about her existence, given birth by loving parents who pampered her, loved her at every step and held her hand at every turn guiding, nudging her to the highest levels of education. And, when the infernal rishta (that’s how she saw it) she was married tethered to a man who was all prevailing. It seems time stands still and whatever advancement is like a smokescreen, promising the sky but leaving one with a lot of grey smoke on the face. He was all what one wanted in an ideal partner (do these utopian fantasies exist?).A whirlwind marriage with all the trappings was played to the hilt and she settled into her marriage with the excitement and coyness of a blushing bride.
All was well, till alcohol surfaced and reared it‘s ugly head. She tried, appeased him but nothing... The beatings started as a vent of his frustrations, because of his inner demons which tormented both of them. Turning to her parents, and having long discussions and promises of him turning into a new leaf led her down the merry path that all would be great. No one gets divorced in our families; just learn to live with it, give him another chance. These placations carried on with the beatings and the last one was which broke the camel’s back.
This is a true rendition of a case which came to the chairman pswc…I don’t want to give any reasons, explanations’ or arguments about what drive women to this utter desolateness and sheer helplessness. This scene is played out in countless households; tell me when we will stop it and let the stench fade away to sweet smell…
The woman in question had everything going for and has been killed by her so –called in laws and her parents and society by repeated attacks on her body with electrical shocks, while her soul frittered away the first time..
By the way, what do you think is an adequate financial compensation? What a laugh …
Thursday, July 29, 2010
ireport6
My holiday sojourn is over after picking up the pieces of my life after a mumble-jumble hectic activity filled days w/ my boys and a magical trip to Hk. Well back to ground reality (unlike Ground Zero)and life which is orderly, disciplined minus the late night binges of chocolates, malteasers and trying to appease the calories by eating dark chocolate which is no match for sinful good ol’ basic chocolates.., and yes, must share with you all a new recipe courtesy Gobind, popcorns dipped in pizza pasta sauce. Enough of me and my bacchas …. Throughout the month I have been reading reports, notes, blogs, comments bemoaning Punjab, its infrastructure, the sheer moral break down of its cultural values and yes the lack of basic facilities in every sphere and the constant comparison with our elitist countries where we all have had the fortune to visit.
I agree to all our complaints, woes and all your arguments regarding our politicians, the problems which plague us year after year, with consistency of the lack of monsoons and our sheer dependence on them.
I wonder what gave us all the right to just crib. It’s in fashion to put your state down (started in all elitist drawing- rooms talked over a glass of the finest grey goose or is it wines, these days??)I t seems it is increasingly intellectual to put one’s own identity down.
Take stock , for a minute this is the state which gives us our identity, our existence, we are first class citizens here and not second class ones who even if they try to emulate the “white skin” would still always have a teeny-weeny brown somewhere. Whitening creams do a roaring business but trust me we have our own appeal this wheatish complexion is unique and is our USP (agriculturally speaking, too!!)Finding faults is like fashion and we all have our two bits of money on it, but I wish we would all do something about it collectively. It’s this WE which makes the society the state and so on... Do not at this pt. if you are reading nod your head and say this woman has lost it, and just because she has a cushioned life she is preaching, we all can give back to the society, or at least try aka Pargat singh.. Imagine if he didn’t even try for the elections for IHF president!! Suppose he took this stand that, I can’t fight because of the politics involved, where would we be? Resigning to fate is the worst crime, according to me.
Why don’t we take pride in being a Punajbi? We ape the west, we dress the way they do, and we follow whatever is trending in the streets of New York, Milan or London. The craze/ obsession for designer bags, glasses the newest pair of Tod’s or the Birkin is driving /fuelling their economy and not ours. When was the last time you decided to own something Indian except for the solitaires??
Any expat- Punjabi realises his value only and only when he can come back to his pind and builds a monstrosity of a house which is empty year after year and opened only during fleeting visits but which are tantamount , to his wealth there.
Independence Day is around the corner, there is this upcoming event in Chandigarh called “August Kranti”. It is my wish that this kranti takes place first in our minds about our identity, our ethos which is fast disappearing, when our mind is not held high how we can teach our children, escapism to the west is not the solution.
Punjab, has so much to offer. Be patriotic , if we are not going to be proud of it the next gen
is definitely going to walk out...Try changing yourself and your attitude and see the difference. Where else would be get the flavors? Do you think thi smitti can be replicated in a clinical germ-free atmosphere? Try the golgappas via a commercial chain or the nukkad rehri wala and you'll know what I'm talkin about
so, ppl stop condemning start appreciating
I agree to all our complaints, woes and all your arguments regarding our politicians, the problems which plague us year after year, with consistency of the lack of monsoons and our sheer dependence on them.
I wonder what gave us all the right to just crib. It’s in fashion to put your state down (started in all elitist drawing- rooms talked over a glass of the finest grey goose or is it wines, these days??)I t seems it is increasingly intellectual to put one’s own identity down.
Take stock , for a minute this is the state which gives us our identity, our existence, we are first class citizens here and not second class ones who even if they try to emulate the “white skin” would still always have a teeny-weeny brown somewhere. Whitening creams do a roaring business but trust me we have our own appeal this wheatish complexion is unique and is our USP (agriculturally speaking, too!!)Finding faults is like fashion and we all have our two bits of money on it, but I wish we would all do something about it collectively. It’s this WE which makes the society the state and so on... Do not at this pt. if you are reading nod your head and say this woman has lost it, and just because she has a cushioned life she is preaching, we all can give back to the society, or at least try aka Pargat singh.. Imagine if he didn’t even try for the elections for IHF president!! Suppose he took this stand that, I can’t fight because of the politics involved, where would we be? Resigning to fate is the worst crime, according to me.
Why don’t we take pride in being a Punajbi? We ape the west, we dress the way they do, and we follow whatever is trending in the streets of New York, Milan or London. The craze/ obsession for designer bags, glasses the newest pair of Tod’s or the Birkin is driving /fuelling their economy and not ours. When was the last time you decided to own something Indian except for the solitaires??
Any expat- Punjabi realises his value only and only when he can come back to his pind and builds a monstrosity of a house which is empty year after year and opened only during fleeting visits but which are tantamount , to his wealth there.
Independence Day is around the corner, there is this upcoming event in Chandigarh called “August Kranti”. It is my wish that this kranti takes place first in our minds about our identity, our ethos which is fast disappearing, when our mind is not held high how we can teach our children, escapism to the west is not the solution.
Punjab, has so much to offer. Be patriotic , if we are not going to be proud of it the next gen
is definitely going to walk out...Try changing yourself and your attitude and see the difference. Where else would be get the flavors? Do you think thi smitti can be replicated in a clinical germ-free atmosphere? Try the golgappas via a commercial chain or the nukkad rehri wala and you'll know what I'm talkin about
so, ppl stop condemning start appreciating
Saturday, July 17, 2010
for better or for worse
For better or for worse
The woman with one ear
Saroj, a diminutive woman, frail with vacant haunting eyes always looked at me as if, pleading me to save her from these invisible and some not so invisible bonds of matrimony which bound her till death do us apart for better or for worse. It seemed as if, this had been coined for specially, I learnt later.
What stood out on her was her wiry hair which somehow managed to escape the tightly bound dupatta covering her head. It seemed omnipresent, always there as if waving a red flag to me…we took her in one late evening when she came outside the farm gates crying for help, asking to be saved from her alcoholic , abusive husband, Sikander.
We gave her shelter that night and she started working, assimilated into the domestic work-force. It seemed she would never stop working, rising early and working late so no one could find fault with her and send her back into the village. I would see her sweeping the floors, picking up a stray leaf from the gardens (which had the temerity to fall under her watch!!) and always dusting with her trademark dupatta .This continued with her content to get her 3 square meals and some hand me down clothes from me. One day, in the middle of the afternoon post lunch someone was frantically ringing the bell, when I went out to check, there she stood with hair all astray wild swirling like a dervish. She looked different and it struck me her dupatta was missing. Saroj cried, “He’s got her, he took her away from the gates”. Please get her back; I want my daughter. I made her sit down and was just patting her when I realized she had a gaping hole on one side with the ear cut up and sewn on one side. A crisscross of stitches in the middle of the skull stared at me telling me a story of their own.
I was shocked and stunned at the violence meted out and the scars on her. When I asked her, she just answered nonchalantly,” Oh! These, he hit me with an axe one day when he came home drunk and I refused him sex.” “I had to pay for my refusal, as it’s his right and he can do what he pleases.” Forget this, get my daughter back she said , wiping her tears .Indian women , gritty, have a genetic default , an inbuilt transmitter where they can bear all pain, abuse in the basest form all in the name of marriage, vivaah. What are these bonds, these ties where one woman can be debased, beaten by an alcoholic husband and she bears it all in the name of those rounds she takes around the ceremonial fire. The moral fiber is weakened where a woman is hacked grotesquely just because she refuses, but the irony is that she still stays with her…
Saroj got her daughter back but I wonder the woman with one ear would/could sever her ties as easily as her ear was hacked. These shackles which tie an Indian bride’s soul need liberation.
Van Gogh cut his ear in a fit of madness and was heralded as an unparallel genius; I wonder when madness will strike the Indian women!
The woman with one ear
Saroj, a diminutive woman, frail with vacant haunting eyes always looked at me as if, pleading me to save her from these invisible and some not so invisible bonds of matrimony which bound her till death do us apart for better or for worse. It seemed as if, this had been coined for specially, I learnt later.
What stood out on her was her wiry hair which somehow managed to escape the tightly bound dupatta covering her head. It seemed omnipresent, always there as if waving a red flag to me…we took her in one late evening when she came outside the farm gates crying for help, asking to be saved from her alcoholic , abusive husband, Sikander.
We gave her shelter that night and she started working, assimilated into the domestic work-force. It seemed she would never stop working, rising early and working late so no one could find fault with her and send her back into the village. I would see her sweeping the floors, picking up a stray leaf from the gardens (which had the temerity to fall under her watch!!) and always dusting with her trademark dupatta .This continued with her content to get her 3 square meals and some hand me down clothes from me. One day, in the middle of the afternoon post lunch someone was frantically ringing the bell, when I went out to check, there she stood with hair all astray wild swirling like a dervish. She looked different and it struck me her dupatta was missing. Saroj cried, “He’s got her, he took her away from the gates”. Please get her back; I want my daughter. I made her sit down and was just patting her when I realized she had a gaping hole on one side with the ear cut up and sewn on one side. A crisscross of stitches in the middle of the skull stared at me telling me a story of their own.
I was shocked and stunned at the violence meted out and the scars on her. When I asked her, she just answered nonchalantly,” Oh! These, he hit me with an axe one day when he came home drunk and I refused him sex.” “I had to pay for my refusal, as it’s his right and he can do what he pleases.” Forget this, get my daughter back she said , wiping her tears .Indian women , gritty, have a genetic default , an inbuilt transmitter where they can bear all pain, abuse in the basest form all in the name of marriage, vivaah. What are these bonds, these ties where one woman can be debased, beaten by an alcoholic husband and she bears it all in the name of those rounds she takes around the ceremonial fire. The moral fiber is weakened where a woman is hacked grotesquely just because she refuses, but the irony is that she still stays with her…
Saroj got her daughter back but I wonder the woman with one ear would/could sever her ties as easily as her ear was hacked. These shackles which tie an Indian bride’s soul need liberation.
Van Gogh cut his ear in a fit of madness and was heralded as an unparallel genius; I wonder when madness will strike the Indian women!
Saturday, June 12, 2010
ireport3
I woke up and discovered the deadly invasion of the grey haired league. Overnight, I had a shock of grey hair not reminiscent of the late Indira Gandhi but close.
It worried me momentarily, my vanity, my visual self but then I delved into the deeper meaning of this. And yes there was the answer (for the first time not spiritual!!!) Forgive me, God for I have sinned.
It so happened that the CM and his competent Finance Minister along with other imp. Ministers had gone to Delhi to meet the Planning Commissioner Montek Ahluwalia in regards to the plan outlay. Well. They came back victorious with the spoils and increase in the total outlay to 9150cr. No, mean feat. My main concern is that there should be development rather than full –scale colored photographs in all newspapers. We need less inaugurations and more actual work done. It seems we spend more time covering news or tracking our ministers starting projects which will culminate in the next few years (please note the vagueness…) on the so important glistening granite stones. I wish the same attention was given to detail in execution of projects. Shoddy, haphazard work is done, the line of actual responsibility gets lost in hierarchy of minions.
Instead of lamenting what the centre has done, the injustice meted out, the step-motherly treatment from which Punjab suffers, shouldn’t we rise to the challenge to take up matters in our hands and do something constructive. At least in this manner I wouldn’t go completely grey! Another important thing which I think they need to allocate is for the greening of Punjab before the slogan ‘hara –bhara’ Punjab turns into barren Punjab in all sense of the word. Pun intended.
My grey hair given by my children, the environment is a cause of worry for my maid who thinks the 2rs packet from Godrej would cure me of this, but I wonder if I should follow the path laid by the politicians and do a cover up???
It worried me momentarily, my vanity, my visual self but then I delved into the deeper meaning of this. And yes there was the answer (for the first time not spiritual!!!) Forgive me, God for I have sinned.
It so happened that the CM and his competent Finance Minister along with other imp. Ministers had gone to Delhi to meet the Planning Commissioner Montek Ahluwalia in regards to the plan outlay. Well. They came back victorious with the spoils and increase in the total outlay to 9150cr. No, mean feat. My main concern is that there should be development rather than full –scale colored photographs in all newspapers. We need less inaugurations and more actual work done. It seems we spend more time covering news or tracking our ministers starting projects which will culminate in the next few years (please note the vagueness…) on the so important glistening granite stones. I wish the same attention was given to detail in execution of projects. Shoddy, haphazard work is done, the line of actual responsibility gets lost in hierarchy of minions.
Instead of lamenting what the centre has done, the injustice meted out, the step-motherly treatment from which Punjab suffers, shouldn’t we rise to the challenge to take up matters in our hands and do something constructive. At least in this manner I wouldn’t go completely grey! Another important thing which I think they need to allocate is for the greening of Punjab before the slogan ‘hara –bhara’ Punjab turns into barren Punjab in all sense of the word. Pun intended.
My grey hair given by my children, the environment is a cause of worry for my maid who thinks the 2rs packet from Godrej would cure me of this, but I wonder if I should follow the path laid by the politicians and do a cover up???
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
ireport2
Ireport2
This one is for all the special women…who make this world possible for others, daughters, sisters, mothers and yes, girlfriends too! I have discovered the secret of keeping our clothes white ones specially the white ones pristine white. (And, I am getting myself nominated for the Maa award of the year through this nukkad wala who know‘s this guy who is a peon on the nominating committee for the Indira Gandhi Special Awards under special category). The bribe being that we plan to farm his land so that he is assured of his thekha(we at Sangha Farms are known allover Punjab for prompt payment and we are not land grabbers). Before, I launch on a self-promotion of my family, let me desist right now.
Actually this lightening struck when I kept on seeing day after day our politician’s .The white pristine bleached starched ironed to perfection with crackling creases complete with the Gucci loafers or the trendy Nike’s( the new David Bower man’s , if you please). The success to this Rin like safedi is being oblivious to people’s plight. Why should we bother about how the lesser mortals live? Ki farak painda hian…votes are bought, deals made in a/c rooms with bartering done and areas demarcated. People are divided according to caste; emotions are roused up to play hate politics. Religion is used to rouse up animal instincts and the common man gets slaughtered in this divisive politics. Mind you, all this time there is not a single blot on the kurta...it remains white and heaven forbid, if it would crumple or wilt under accusation. The textile companies secretly in cahoots with the politicians of India have developed this new material which is available to the elitist politician and is only available if you get elected to the select club (oath administered on the same lines as the freemason’s society).
Accordingly, if you develop a T- Rex Type hide where everything bounces off, poverty, social unrest, and environment, corruption, where man is easily dispensable and value is decided in accordance with the votes that garner. I feel the brilliant white gets intensified with each passing day as if by wearing and dazzling the common man one can try to blot or at least diffuse the long list of problems /woes the common man face. Glaring injustice delays in execution and face-saving justice is meted out under the system which is a mockery. The single most dastardly act of Union Carbide people get 2 yrs and then getting bail and simultaneously showing Anderson having 1.2 million $ home ; but having no money to pay as compensation suggests what? Where do our politicians stand? Does it mean that wearing white automatically suggests purity, truthfulness or has the system made us all color-blind? Be crumpled, rumpled wear color but at least be true.
An afterthought: A committee is being set-up to find the textile companies involved in the production of so-called white cloth. So that at least the washing, starching of white clothes is reduced to save water. Products like Rin, Tinopal will be affected but …. What to do. I would appreciate general public to come forward to apply for this committee. ..aloos and coffee on me!
This one is for all the special women…who make this world possible for others, daughters, sisters, mothers and yes, girlfriends too! I have discovered the secret of keeping our clothes white ones specially the white ones pristine white. (And, I am getting myself nominated for the Maa award of the year through this nukkad wala who know‘s this guy who is a peon on the nominating committee for the Indira Gandhi Special Awards under special category). The bribe being that we plan to farm his land so that he is assured of his thekha(we at Sangha Farms are known allover Punjab for prompt payment and we are not land grabbers). Before, I launch on a self-promotion of my family, let me desist right now.
Actually this lightening struck when I kept on seeing day after day our politician’s .The white pristine bleached starched ironed to perfection with crackling creases complete with the Gucci loafers or the trendy Nike’s( the new David Bower man’s , if you please). The success to this Rin like safedi is being oblivious to people’s plight. Why should we bother about how the lesser mortals live? Ki farak painda hian…votes are bought, deals made in a/c rooms with bartering done and areas demarcated. People are divided according to caste; emotions are roused up to play hate politics. Religion is used to rouse up animal instincts and the common man gets slaughtered in this divisive politics. Mind you, all this time there is not a single blot on the kurta...it remains white and heaven forbid, if it would crumple or wilt under accusation. The textile companies secretly in cahoots with the politicians of India have developed this new material which is available to the elitist politician and is only available if you get elected to the select club (oath administered on the same lines as the freemason’s society).
Accordingly, if you develop a T- Rex Type hide where everything bounces off, poverty, social unrest, and environment, corruption, where man is easily dispensable and value is decided in accordance with the votes that garner. I feel the brilliant white gets intensified with each passing day as if by wearing and dazzling the common man one can try to blot or at least diffuse the long list of problems /woes the common man face. Glaring injustice delays in execution and face-saving justice is meted out under the system which is a mockery. The single most dastardly act of Union Carbide people get 2 yrs and then getting bail and simultaneously showing Anderson having 1.2 million $ home ; but having no money to pay as compensation suggests what? Where do our politicians stand? Does it mean that wearing white automatically suggests purity, truthfulness or has the system made us all color-blind? Be crumpled, rumpled wear color but at least be true.
An afterthought: A committee is being set-up to find the textile companies involved in the production of so-called white cloth. So that at least the washing, starching of white clothes is reduced to save water. Products like Rin, Tinopal will be affected but …. What to do. I would appreciate general public to come forward to apply for this committee. ..aloos and coffee on me!
Monday, June 7, 2010
i report !!
I’ve been thinking of starting a little blog well I have one and the best part of is it that there is complete freedom expression and I don’t need to answer to anyone. Read it, critique it and more important laugh and then ponder over it….
It’s called ireport... I’m hoping this doesn’t ever come under the Apple scanner and i get sued my pants off in my case it’s my demure salwar..This is just a reflection of the times from my eyes; call it cynicism, jaded or maybe one of the times just plain ol’ innocence and before I forget my jat pigheadedness.
What brought this one on was the passing of World Environment Day and the day before that the sad demise of Dilnaaz Kaur. We all viewed it on Ptc, made the proper noises of regret and then lambasted the poor mother; that she didn’t take care of her. I mean, get real folks which mother would willingly throw her daughter down a bore-well? Do we in our air-conditioned rooms with backup generators ever realize how the poor commoner ever lives? They still play in the open and wander over to every nook and corner not worried about the temperature and the beating sun. The retort to this one would be she should have been careful or taken care, yes but accidents happen but when the media makes a mockery of emotions and also tried to hike its TRP ‘s by sensationalizing the news , that’s when we lose ourselves. Politicians flock and try to give their condolences and compensation is given but how does one value a 2and half yr old? Is it calculated according to the years she lived or scared over the disparity which was shown over the train accident/air crash victims?? That by the way, was last week’s news….and we had voting over it. It’s a sad reflection of our times when we start valuing people in lieu of votes.
The second one which made me think was world environment day; it visited Punjab government’s calendars earmarked by the special date. The proper noises were made, conservation was lauded and loads of programs were launched where we are going to save the water, have specialcancer trains, have more Ro systems , and also have more vigilant teams to monitor sowing of paddy. Ironically we have a news item where paddy is being sown before the due date in Khidhikiyan wala because the landlord is close to the ruling party!! And, mind you water conservation projects have all been initiated there. I wonder why rest of Punjab is in slumber, must be due to the heat or the euphoria that ki farak painda hian!! No thought has been given to forest conservation. I wish we would learn from Tamil Nadu where they have risen from .3% to a close 50% and that also when a spiritual leader called Sathguru initiated planting trees and Project Green Hands. The reason being…how is one going to meditate if there is no tree to sit under?!!!!!
I genuinely laughed over that one. And as he says it’s a collective effort, involve everyone emotionally ( that’s our weakness) emotional aatyachar always works, I say.
It’s called ireport... I’m hoping this doesn’t ever come under the Apple scanner and i get sued my pants off in my case it’s my demure salwar..This is just a reflection of the times from my eyes; call it cynicism, jaded or maybe one of the times just plain ol’ innocence and before I forget my jat pigheadedness.
What brought this one on was the passing of World Environment Day and the day before that the sad demise of Dilnaaz Kaur. We all viewed it on Ptc, made the proper noises of regret and then lambasted the poor mother; that she didn’t take care of her. I mean, get real folks which mother would willingly throw her daughter down a bore-well? Do we in our air-conditioned rooms with backup generators ever realize how the poor commoner ever lives? They still play in the open and wander over to every nook and corner not worried about the temperature and the beating sun. The retort to this one would be she should have been careful or taken care, yes but accidents happen but when the media makes a mockery of emotions and also tried to hike its TRP ‘s by sensationalizing the news , that’s when we lose ourselves. Politicians flock and try to give their condolences and compensation is given but how does one value a 2and half yr old? Is it calculated according to the years she lived or scared over the disparity which was shown over the train accident/air crash victims?? That by the way, was last week’s news….and we had voting over it. It’s a sad reflection of our times when we start valuing people in lieu of votes.
The second one which made me think was world environment day; it visited Punjab government’s calendars earmarked by the special date. The proper noises were made, conservation was lauded and loads of programs were launched where we are going to save the water, have specialcancer trains, have more Ro systems , and also have more vigilant teams to monitor sowing of paddy. Ironically we have a news item where paddy is being sown before the due date in Khidhikiyan wala because the landlord is close to the ruling party!! And, mind you water conservation projects have all been initiated there. I wonder why rest of Punjab is in slumber, must be due to the heat or the euphoria that ki farak painda hian!! No thought has been given to forest conservation. I wish we would learn from Tamil Nadu where they have risen from .3% to a close 50% and that also when a spiritual leader called Sathguru initiated planting trees and Project Green Hands. The reason being…how is one going to meditate if there is no tree to sit under?!!!!!
I genuinely laughed over that one. And as he says it’s a collective effort, involve everyone emotionally ( that’s our weakness) emotional aatyachar always works, I say.
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