It’s cool. Everyone’s seems to be enjoying it. Being high does something to you.You simply start liking everyone and everything.
You become ‘blissful’ – with the One, sort of.
Everyone’s enjoying and I am feeling happy for everyone
It’s cool!
“You’ve also become absolutely lethargic, lazy. Did you read the books I had given to you last time?” I was not over yet. I had tons to say as we walked on the cobbled stones laid across the beautiful lush green garden.
“Have you, by any chance, also checked your test reports? The increase in your weight? 5 kgs in one year is something you should be concerned about. And …”
Suddenly my dad stopped in the middle of the tracks. He put up a hand silencing me and looked up at the tree above us…
“Koo oo, Koo oo,” he shrilled.
“‘Koo oo, Koo oo,” a cuckoo answered back.
The conversation lasted for over a minute while I stood mesmerized by the world my dad had chosen to emphasize. He was beyond the trivialities we bother in our day to day lives. He was as excited as a little child having a tete-a-tete with a cuckoo hidden somewhere in the branches.
It is my dad’s turn to be a child again. And it’s my turn to be his father…
All early mornings of late are consumed by the jazz playing in the background. A few hours of jazz and I become indifferent to the things at work.
Being an employee of whichever organization, it is mandated that you dance to the whims of the decision makers. There is a chain of decision makers however – for e.g. I am a decision maker in my right, there are people below me who would be decision makers, and bosses above me who would be so with rungs of bosses above them, all of whom are decision makers. The ceo is a decision maker for a division, but then he/she is answerable to the chairman, chairman is answerable to the MD, the MD to the owner, the owner to the board, and the board to the investors and shareholders. The large investors are answerable to their high net worth clients, and the clients and the shareholders are answerable to themselves when they look at their faces in the mirrors, or contemplate upon their decisions.
So everyone dances to each others’ whims – a string of dancers right from the lowest rung of employees to the very shareholders at the end, and everyone else in between. A perpetual corporate dance banquet thus ensues.
You are in an even deeper mess however if you don’t know who your boss is – when you report to four different people and none in particular, when your work is as tangible and yet as abstract as it could be, when you are answerable to many and really answerable to none. Different whims here, levels of rope balancing here, different tunes and hence different types of dances – you jazz, you waltz, you samba and the likes….
They say it is good to have hope and optimism in life – that tendency of things is to eventually sort themselves out.
Meanwhile there’s jazz.
I can dance đ
Everyone wants to try
Everyone wants to fly
Everyone wants to be there
No one knows where
But unless one finds here
One will never really be near
An endless mirage will just goad on
And bear on
Seeking everywhere
That’s right with you, right here
As I stroll around one of my fav walking places – sardarbaug, vadodara,, I ponder on the def of ‘progress’. What is it?
The web defines progress as ‘movement in a positive way towards a goal’.
Hmmm…so,
* Having completed my education and two post grad degrees,
* A job with its concomitant ups and down and politics, and future pay and position prospects
* Having a cool family – wife, a kid and one more expected, while heeding to the need of my core family,
* Having grown up as a responsible member of the society,
…is it all progress?
Or is my blank, thoughtless, lazy strolling at sardarbaug without a bound of time, enjoying my fav music, distant from all but myself, contemplating these thoughts and others, and even choosing to contemplate none, penning a few … progress?
I guess definition of progress needs a goal; we have temporary andor dynamic goals in different domains, and we can measure our ‘progress’ wrt these goals.
But what is our progress? Have we really progressed? Have I? I don’t know. But tonight sure feels great! Bliss! And I am still lazying, strolling, kicking the mud as I tread!
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….just heard that there has been a bomb blast at Pune… the bombs have really evolved. Is that progress?
There are 2 things you could do when faced with a situation: fear it or face it and react accordingly. If you are fearful, you hide yourselves in a locker, cower down, and if you want to face it, you assert yourselves and your beliefs in the face of all odds.
The approach by the multiplexes wrt the hooligans’ warning over screening of MNIK is confusing.
They are certainly scared. It’s not wrong to be scared of course; I am only talking about eventual reactions here. How did the multiplexes react?
First of all, they cancelled all the advance bookings. The reaction was of fear. Then on Friday, they are opening one property each of each multiplex, one by one – just to check out. Best analogy is of a mouse which runs corner to corner, cowers down at the slightest sound. Kind of a thief who runs from one shadow to another bearing burden of his act.
What are the multiplexes afraid of? Are they afraid of standing upto their business model, their life long principles and their long term goodwill? Checking out a morsel one by one only to suddenly scout to their
holes when needed.
Sad to note that not the hooligans, not the meek and incapable government but the very own film fraternity has let it down!
When it had to stand, it decided to cower.
We have elected governments in the states and in the center. And we have unelected unconstitutional powers. These powers are the real rulers of the country – for at their whims, the citizens of the
society are affected.
The government seems to have no effect on the actions of its citizens. Countless parrotted, half willed assurances from a diffident chief minister and an even weaker home minister, our elected representatives, seemed to have no effect on the business establishments and the citizens. In fact so weak do these govt
representatives appear that sometimes I wonder who needs to be protected – the citizens or the politicos themselves. They look as if they themselves are begging for help. Their faces aspires no confidence, but certainly aspires sympathies for them.
A roar of a wild lion is enough to keep citizens at bay for fear of their and their family’s security, and the strongly abled but weakly principled business houses, measured only by bottom lines, scouring
for cover.
And instead of killing the lion, nipping the roars at their bud, the elected government choses to look the other way; guess that’s vote banks at work!
Furthermore the government is also protecting the lion, all 24 hours, 365 days a year with the tax payers’ money; lest we lose a national asset! So that the lion may continue to run wild and amok, and bite and kill, and destroy the very fabric of our beliefs, the sham of a constitution, that the pseudo elected government has vowed to protect!
Or not miley.
One of the worst reproductions of an original I have seen. A concoction of negligible values and a message that is lost amidst the glamour quotient. What is it – a Bollywood parade?
It’s hard to comprehend what the party circuit producers have produced and are trying to communicate – the phir mile sur theme or the coming together of many actors on a single song video, most of whose presence only takes away besides raising question marks.
A ruthless disservice to the original. A gloss which humiliatingly rubs the core.
My 3 year old child sums it up better. With an imaginary basket on her head she cries ” bhindi le lo”
“Kitne mein diya”, I ask taking myself away from the massacre on screen that I have vowed to at least see through for the first and the last time.
“Do sau rupiye kilo” she chirps back.
Hmmm…I think even she understands the inflated value of what should’ve been so simple, aesthetic and down to earth… Bhindis weren’t so dearer a few years back!
Then neither was the original Sur Miley…
“Nahi chaahiye, mahengaa hai”, I reply, switching off the phir miley sur for good!
I have a lot of expectations from you đ
It’s 6 minutes to 00:00 – the new year! Shaan is going great guns, Vasundhara was great too.
The large screen showed them all the time. Note: just them.
There was great guitar going on – lead and bass, great percussion and classy keyboards. But the camera didn’t give a fluke (is that the word….fluke?) about them.
Boss, get the camera over the guitar frets, the keys and the drums….show the leads being played, the tangent fret board, get the camera down there, on the keys, the drummer hitting with all his might…. show those guys for pete’s sake… what’s with the face of a single guy all the time!!
Then the guitar guys are also standing still…as if they are playing a santoor or something. Move ass guys, show some style!
There was this female bass player – Shalini – in Vasundhara’s band. She was cool…. the babe was a cool bass player, looked cool and had a subtle style around her. And I have this thing for female musicians,
esp. guitarists.
It’s new year now. I stand up and clap. People are in groups – they hug each other. I have no one to hug, no one to greet. I observe.
I ponder on the problem with hindi song concerts.