Someday, Some place

***Work shift mostly gets over by midnight. Be it a new order the company’s got or some extra favors being pulled in by influential clients to get the job done faster, he used to be out. In the mornings he wakes his two kids up and gets them ready for school. But not tonight. He must get the extra money.

For Babu his work at the construction company was as laborious as it can get. Breaking rocks in the hot sun is not fun. He never was that good at arithmetic in school. Algebra and English also did not come to him as naturally as it did to pretty much everyone else. Not that he didn’t try to study but it just never worked out. He dropped out of school because his father couldn’t afford it. He never knew his mother. He promised himself that he will come up in life and come home every day to his son and daughter.

***It was getting late. The rickshaw walla was an impatient chap. Babu’s kids were making him late today. He never quite had a problem with Babu’s kids. In fact he was close with Babu, since they went to school together. Or at least as long as they went to it. Babu’s kids were always on time, timid and kept to themselves. But they were smart and came first in class. His daughter and Babu’s son were in the same class. She told him about how intelligent Babu’s son was. Babu’s daughter was a year younger but equally sharp. He turned and saw his already overflowing rickshaw.

He justified to everyone who complained. Life must go on. Speaking of which, it’s about time he dropped the kids off at the school. One day won’t matter if they don’t come.


(As the rickshaw began to move)

***“Aiyoo. Today is the last day to pay money for the field trip and today Lakshman and Sita are both absent,” thought Devi, the rickshaw walla’s daughter. They had told they will ask their father for the money yesterday. But what if he had said no. is that why they did not come today? Now with whom will I have lunch today with?

***The class teacher of the 5^th grade class in the corporation school was a perfect example of how NOT a teacher should be. As the correspondent and ambassador of perhaps the most respected profession in the world, a teacher must instill the very basic values of human behavior in a modern organization and society in the children. More than a parent, a teacher must be a role model. But informing children to bring extra cash for their field trip and using it for his own purposes was not what one may call as a responsible adult let alone cultured and civilized.

“A low salary in a government job does not help. Why should someone care about money when you can’t use it? May be I can have some side business and earn extra cash. No, who will go and do work. Not a bad collection from this field trip money. Will it last for 4 days or only 3? May be I will have extra side dish tonight.”

(The previous evening)

***“When appa comes, will you ask him for money anna?”

It was 6.45 and with the fading sunlight and the daily power cut, the kids always had an eerie and weird feeling that someone was watching. Their father had told them it was their mother, but they were confused. They never saw her in the house.

Lakshman looked at his sister. She had not gone for the field trip last year because she had fallen ill. Appa got her a new dress because he felt bad that she couldn’t go. His father was always home when they were at home. In the morning he used to even pack lunch for them. In the nights he comes and gives a kiss on the forehead before he goes to sleep. He was yet to tell Devi but he had decided that he was not going ask appa for money.

“Anna, tell anna. Will you ask him sureeeeeeely by today?”

One look and your heart would break. Lakshman begins to cry. He doesn’t know how to explain it to her. Devi wipes off his tears as her eyes begin to fill with tears too.

“Anna please don’t cry. We will go next year. You also don’t ask appa and I also won’t ask appa.”

In this painful moment, wisdom beyond years shone in the eyes of these kids. Child is the father of man.

(The next day early morning)

***At the news station everyone is panicking. The female anchor was running late. The male anchor is still in the make-up room. One of the lighting sets was not working. There was still no weather report to read, the papers are misplaced. In the tension and heat, someone switches on the fan. Papers everywhere. T minus 15 minutes to air time.

15 minutes later, lights on, focus on anchorman. Studio back to normal.

“Vanakam, indraiya mukkiya chaidhigal.

India-Pakistan peace talks dates have been fixed. Prime minister flies to Islamabad next week. BJP claims in advance that the talks will not have caused any significant change but a probable raise in petrol prices soon.

In a recent shoot out at a remote sea shore 5kms north of Chennai City, coast guards have seized fire arms worth 2crore. Three unidentified men were shot dead. A Samaritan, Babu, who is said to have tipped the police on this exchange, was found dead on the shore along with the three smugglers.

In other regional news, the samatchir kalvi has been……

Epilogue:

Lakshman and Sita never once complained to God to have taken away his prophets away from them. Devi had mentioned in school some days that her dad had told his dad about the field trip and the amount. To Babu’s children, their father had died for the country, and they were proud of their father, just as how every Indian should be. Life is not worth living without money, but someday, some place, there always is something that matters more than all the money in this world.

(Untitled, unnamed, unthinkable, unbelievable)

There is a saying in Indian Veda scriptures that say,

”Maatha, Pithaa, Guru aur Bhagvan.”
It translates to; One’s Parents and teacher come in order of respect in heart before God..

“I can never been your Stan,
for everyone is your fan,
the world can but bow
down to our Jack Sparrow..
He’s as fit as a fiddle,
converses in riddles,
he beat Bruce Lee in judo,
he is the Bhutto..
Wise as a mage,
looks like a sage,
with time minds damp,
but not our champ..
A small wall that we built,
armed with wisdom to the hilt,
built under the hut,
that is Nut……”

Some days, one may walk across the mini OAT in our college and witness a mob or extraordinary set of exclusively enthusiastic extroverts gathered mostly hogging each other’s lunch. But in essence, the group is a multi regional, multi talented group of multiple personalities who are known as Kuttisevurians. Under normal circumstances one may also find an unnaturally thin, white, short, asian who is a relentless pursuer of intellectual information seated in a humble manner atop the Ascending Steps of the Stairs to Enlightened Vision. He is The Vignesh.

What happened in room 23 stays in room 23 but the very fabric of detail is too authoritatively authentic to be true. Tales of great deeds spread of a man of unthinkable IQ could be contained within walls! Something happened there. If not for the fact that I was there to witness it, I would have never believed it. Even now I don’t. You may ask that why should you believe it. Trust me, in the end, you will want to.

The human mind is a processor, in the terms of the computer age that has now long passed. But this disciple of the cult is the ultimate constantly upgrading version of perhaps the most creative processor this world will ever see. His very day to day activity is an outcome of wit and valorous. It mostly is shown through his humorously thought provoking statuses. No one would beg to differ. Provided the mind also works like an AI (or is it the other way around now?). It grasps and learns to imitate, to replicate, to reproduce, to reincarnate ideas, to reinvent, to re-evolve. Man may have fallen from grace and the less important evolution tree. But the mind is constantly evolving, learning from mistakes. Now to find how a genius’s mind works, I would suggest you, O esteemed reader, to contact The Vignesh.

Now a basic sneak peek into the in-depth analysis of the mind that beget the lines of multi-magnitudinal meaning. Best place to start? His lines of multi-magnitudinal meaning.

(Classification is on strictly wide basis)

1. Word play: Possibly the most widely enjoyed form of illuminated philosophy it also happens to be the most sought after mode of conveying a message to spark a thought. Ranging from punny puns to moronic oxymoron and from rhythmic rhymes to astounding alliterations, his hold over the figures of speech is commendable (pun NOT intended).

Tribute- Sympathetic has the word pathetic in it.

2. Politics: Probably the most pathetic state of affairs in a country arises due to politics. I still do feel that in a state, there’s a party always going on and they run the state by listening to their ego rather than their instincts and sense, let alone the people. As much as the sorry state of affairs is highly comical and ironically, it takes talent to cross a toe across the line and save skin. He can slip through to the other side and be back before the opposition knows what hit them. VIGNESH FOR PRESIDENT.

Tribute- If communism had prevailed in the world, architects would be extinct

3. Sequels: If something is a hit, what do you do? Build on it. A witty status works just the same way. Most people mess sequels up. But then, he is not most people.

Tribute- I know why communism never was a hit. All women couldn’t stand wearing the same thing.

4. Emotion: A man who makes other to think is a man of honor. A man who makes other to feel, to learn to live is a man of far greater honor. He is a teacher. He is a guru. He is The Vignesh.

Tribute- A man is like a tree. Simple. When you are above him, you see his labor’s fruits, his achievements and how far and wide he’s spread. But when you are under him, you see his true labor and strength. But not a woman, for she is like the wind that passes by the tree, seemingly everywhere yet nowhere.

5. Originality and Mystique: Even religions and societies imbibe or mould around a previous entity of same class. A thought is not different. Yet the passion to deliver in a manner the world has never seen before is the mark of a true gentleman. An allure surrounds the masterpieces as he makes them just out of reach of the mortal mind. Hmmm, I have always wondered why he doesn’t eat. I heard ichor n organic foods don’t mix well.

Tribute- The above four tributes are original and I bet no one understood it.

In a way I must say, that most of his works are seemingly random and out of the blue until the connection cord is struck. There always is one for no general statement is truly general. But I do not say that his strings of wisdoms are not understood. Or maybe I do. You know what they say; a genius is never understood in his time.

In short he’s a Fred and George package.

PS: HUNTO!

PSS: I you really didn’t get what I’ve written its okay. You will not be alone. And for the record this is an appreciation (though highly understated) of the man behind it all. The tributes are just a result of me trying to think like him. Well writing a blog is way more simpler when you have a role model.

PSSS: Sounds wrong in a certain level.

Brand India

Oh boy. The ultimate fact that a truly democratic country is impossible to maintain is a fact. Look at Athens. They had corruption issues way back in 500BC and it was more like Rajya Sabha and not “democracy” in its truest sense. Not everyone can have a say, nor can everyone take part. Actually, everyone just SHUT UP. You brought me to power and that’s all. Now it’s my rule of tyranny and dictatorship. Or so is the modern sense of Indian democracy. Forget democracy. There are countries in the world doing way better than “democratic republics”. Yes, most gulf countries have monarchs where a family rules the country and the king means more to the people than their own problem. Or not, for well, in the end it is every man for himself.

Education is a right everyone is entitled to. Literacy and education have their own differences. But the subtlety in the difference between the two and knowledge is too small yet highly complicated to comprehend. But the ironically comical fact is that the government plays with the lives of the youth of today. Today’s youth is an evergreen tag that has a greater sense of meaning and responsibility which every young mind in the country understands but is confused as they grow older. Reality is a hypocrite. Ego between political parties, corruption and big headedness is costing the future of minds that hold the eternal flame of the future of the world! The governments of today make us wonder if they ever even grew up. To hell with them, makes me wonder if it’s about time they grow a brain.

Oh God, please save the queen, and bless America while you are at it. If time permits help the Karnataka government to select a Chief Minister. I heard they have asked you to vote too this time. The least you could do is give them the sense to not select the CM by coin toss or thy forbid, rock, paper, scissor. But if they do select by means such as so mentioned would it be possible to telecast it? I love reality shows.

Ok, I was just kidding. Come on, let’s face it. I do not like reality shows. The commercialization of “reality” is an even more nauseating aspect. I actually despise reality shows. They are the biggest irony of the millennium. But saying so makes me a social outcast in the modern cultured and civilized world. Yea yea, whatever.

Parents and teachers have brainwashed the kids these days to think in terms of stereotype of individuals. People please think again! Life is not a Hindi serial!! Media these days not only play the sole role of communication but the dual role of inception and deception. They are the victim and the judge, the civilian and the politician, the douchbag and the dirtbag. But amongst all this pile of unadultered crap I find a truth. Life is but a king size pack of lies of a better greener side of pasture in the meadow of chance and opportunity to a better life.

But what is chance I ask thee. I shall cut the crap and get to it. Chance is of three main types or kinds.
1.) Chance: It is an opportunity. It is a hope. A ticket to fame and fortune, or maybe not. Ever heard of hard work? Yeah, thought so.
2.) Chance: It is a verb. It is a word. It is the promise to love. Circumstances lead to all but one moment that mankind wishes everyday to chance upon.
3.) Chance: It is a boon. It is a bane. It might but all mean you move back three spaces and find yourself in Old Kent Road.
Or that’s all matters here.

Speaking of what matters to an Indian, amongst other sectors, the film industry is by far the single most hottest, glamorous, glittery and idiotic thing that has single handedly ruined the Indian mind and the perspective of the Indian way of life. People feel branding us is going to work? Hell with them. Russell Peters is not your source of what the average Indian is. It is not even close. Do not underestimate us, FOR WE ARE AS STRONG AND UNITED AS WE ARE DIVERSE!! ARE WE NOT, MY FELLOW COUNTRYMEN!!!
*Not a sound from the crowd. Not a soul stirring. Why? Well I am not a celeb. Nor am I in politics to give you money to cheer for me. And I surely am not hired by the opposition to go on a fast unto death (or until the ruling party pays me more)

Every man for himself was not the way of any human. If one speaks for you, do at least cut the guy some slack. Some do. Most don’t care you exist. Stereotyping an Indian is the most difficult thing to do. The country is not filled with Sardars, nor does it have NRIs’ attempting an accent. To be honest, those accent buggers hardly even come to their native country. I am patriotic, I might be chauvinistic. But standing still for the national anthem is a rare sight but is essence, deep down within, when every fiber in our body rebels and revolts every time we hear the tune, we sing the song with our heart and soul. When every hair in our body raises, and we salute the spirit of the Aryan race, we all think and know only one unsaid truth; Untied by the most random and diverse social structure, WE ARE INDIANS!
JAI HIND

PS: I swear that i am up to no good. No, not solemnly.

NOTE TO READERS: Hey readers. I just wrote this because I felt like I had to say something about it (Not really. I was just bored.). I am not about to change the country for better or do anything about anything I have complained about. Heck, if i did, what makes me a "true" Indian, huh :P