Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Burn, Ban and Block..the Republic of our dreams!


We are  a day away from the “Republic Day” rigmarole of flag hoisting, hunt for the tri-colour accessories and the elusive “white kurta” and logging into the “biggest sale” of them all…in the order of priority of course.

But is this the Republic that our forefathers envisaged and fought for us? Our blood boils for the “I” of a Padmavat but we grow distant when a human is lynched for reasons best known to the murderer. Our over-sensitive sentiments get hurt when one part of a line of a song is broadcasted but our souls are not touched when an infant is molested for simply being born with a vagina.  We can easily overlook the poison in our food and the pot holes in our roads but cannot forgive a “slip of a tongue” or an incorrect tweet. We care for the “historic bordering on imaginary world” spun in our minds but cannot care less for humanity that starves and shivers to death in our country.

The rights and justice lie in the deep-pockets of money and power and if you are not blessed with either of them, you had better learn to wait and die for your turn in the long-winding red tape of justice and bureaucracy. While “amazon prime” can deliver your order in an hour, justice needs to take its time.

The blood that should unite us divides us into segments of inhumanity that nods and beheads at the skip of a hearbeat..it takes only a venomous speech to transform an embrace into a choke ..it takes only a suspicious intent to kill your neighbor..killing never looked easier and flimsier than it looks today!

We oscillate between fiction and facts with a unique skill that is so Indian…on one side we are screaming disruption and artificial intelligence and on the other hand, we are “knee-jerking”  when our individual interpretation of morality is even remotely threatened.

Perhaps this Republic day instead of worrying over the “fancy dress” that you need put up for a function, let us truly make an effort -  to understand what the constitution lays out for us, to appreciate the history and blood that flowed to form the Republic of India, to shed the hide of insincere & external patriotism and drive closer to the soul of our country. “Secularism” and “Democracy” cannot rust and erode over the years and as the flag unfurls and the parade ground comes alive this Republic Day, let us live our Constitution each day rather than kill for it!

Friday, January 12, 2018

Delhi..Capital Indeed!

So, what started as an impromptu conversation turned into a school girls party at the national’s capital Delhi…and when the duo of Delhi and winter beckoned me – how could I resist the offer? So, I put on my “out of office”, pulled out my withered winter clothing, clipped off my strings and flew into Delhi on a crisp Delhi morning..

And while the magic of touring a city with friends whom you last saw in pinafore and braids pervaded the entire journey…the eclectic array of sights, sounds, smells and tastes of Delhi was nothing short of a warm xmas gift wrapped neatly in the Delhi fog white..

Charm is the one word that comes to my mind as I savour the memories of the weekend in Delhi…charm that can astoundingly oscillate between old heritage and new chic with an ease that only Delhi can boast on. On the one end, you can admire and appreciate history that is ornately inscribed into its forts, monuments and ruins..heritage that will stimulate your pride and humble you in one stroke. At the other end, you can gawk at its quasi European pubs, cafes, well dressed gentlemen and absolutely “high fashion” dames of Delhi…their winter scarves tied to the perfect knot…their uptown squares where wealth and pizzazz unite…the one place where you can literally wear your khadi or cashmere on your sleeve!

The heart of Delhi is almost like a “model” apartment, like a “showstopper” built for applause..the India that you can encapsulate into a “developed” image for the global audience…plush government establishments and residences..wide avenues shaded with trees…highways and pedestrian walkways..you feel almost cheated as an Indian who has been impoverished of all “developed” necessities. By no stretch of imagination can you imagine the entire country built on the same lines so if you must experience it, you must indeed visit the capital region. The beauty and symmetry of the various “Margs” of Delhi is so astounding that it almost instills a sense of “inferiority” into your impoverished existence in a pseudo-city like Bangalore.

And if there was a possibility of staging a multi-act gastronomical musical, it would debut in Delhi for which other city can lay out such a “scrumdiddlyumptious” variety of dishes? It will make you forget your “calories journal”, it will make you sin and it will make you a foodaholic who will pine to return to Delhi just to savour that "aloo tikki" once again!


But all good things must end and the best of them must be cherished..and so as I sipped my ginger tea the piping steam dissolving into the Delhi dusk…I cherished..the friendship that rekindled on the journey, the “girlie” times on Delhi shopping streets, the tryst with history and culture in its dargahs and forts ..making a silent promise to come back for more!