Gimcrack nincompoop

I was on the bus watching the serene, bucolic lush green paddy fields, grape fields, gigantic trees through the window panel. I slightly closed my heavy eye lids and fell into deep silent snooze. Suddenly, my sleep was interrupted, as the man sitting next to me had a slant and fell on my shoulder and we both got disfigured. I got digressed, maculated and became ambivalent. After a few calculated breathes and manipulations i felt restored and found solace. With an overwhelming virile juggernaut voice, the elderly austere subfusc baronial gentleman sitting next to me apologized. With a charming and abrupt spontaneity he exhibited an exhilarating articulate speech clouded with loquacious abracadabra, and i fell into an enfeebled impasse. He expressed his neo-political, sovereign ideologies, oligarchies and other conflating world affairs. He also disparaged the American involvement in war immune Iraq. I was embittered with his massive speech, and my censure came in the form of nodding the head. As he continued his contentious abrasive cathartic speech, i looked around like a hostage under estranged surveillance in Afghanistan. I wanted to raise my legs and smack right on his complicated limits of natural treasure like the one in John Rambo’s latest movie. I started to plan a strategy to get out of this dire situation accompanied with gibberish talk. Astla vista baby, Being a vaudevillian veteran i decided to act like a deaf and dumb, and i executed this act with hand gestures which exhibited versatility, elegance and experience. My acumen immediately worked out as his voice came stone dead and i was in cloud nine, a vivid feeling of defeating Nazis, blues around, hopped silently. I saw his miserable face turning colour, and in flout awful voice he said "gimcrack nincompoop".

I replied, “You didn’t give a chance to tell right“

The impromptu came to an abrupt end.

mirrors of realities

I tramped to office in the morning with a seraphic bliss in my face, as this is one activity of my day which is most invigorating and thrilling. It is approximately about 2870 foot steps from my house and about 17 minutes to be more precise and concise (BTM to Diary circle). As I fondle my foot on the terra firma gives an implication of war heroes marching on the parade ground, with a firm back. I rejoiced getting soaked under the sun and the sweat bubbles spurting out of my forehead and streams through my face.

In the midst of the crowded morning street, I used to encounter with an old woman begging for money. She is slim, ethereal, exhausted, bending forward without energy. But there is an aura of unflinching angelic bliss and effusive light emanating from her face. Her bleary devastated eyes expressed her dissonant life. This old lady gave hunch memoirs of a boy who was never seen his grandparents. When I was born my grandparents have already bestowed their lives in the lotus feet of the almighty and attained solidarity. With a conscious sanity an axiomatic connection bridged between this divine woman and I. Every day when I see her from proximity I put my hands inside my pocket and get some coins. And with poise I place this coin in her hands.

Unfortunately this old woman has disappeared for last two days, and today is the third day. As per my morning chores I placed some beautifully inscribed Asoka pillar coins in the right pocket of my trouser and left with my mobile whose head sets firmly placed on my ears. And I slowly banged my head listening to the melodic death metal song “celestial furnace” from the Italian band “Disarmonia mundi “. With an affirmative hope of seeing this old angelic woman, I traipsed to office.

A cloud disappointment grappled me, as I couldn’t find this old woman. In deep silence I prayed for her. We meet people with manifold emotional, psychological, social and environmental behavior in our daily life. How many of us have recognized the revelation of humanity, relationship, existence of love in every nooks of this planet. For me this angelic intervention with this old lady has brought an insight into the humanity. She might be deserted by her family or she might have left her house......many conclusions can be surmised. But man with love is god and every human are God.

New Year turned ugly

New Year eve is the most awaited day of the year. Streets will be flooded with food, colours, lights, crowds and off course the playground for anti social hooligans. We triads (Lux, Sana and I) decided to celebrate the New Year in a different way. This is in continuation with the story of triads.

The plot. It was like any other New Year eve which turned rampant and boisterous. As triads, gathered at my “hideout” in Bangalore on the eve of New Year. We were also joined by tsar of video gaming, Manu. We had a bitter talk blended with political uprisings, pro Taliban conflicts, insurgency, civilization and specific spectrums of Indian society. Sana made flagrant, anti democratic and satirical comments on Gandhi, raised provocative slogans which I don’t want to disclose which ignited Manu and I. Meantime Lux played the undisputed role of a negotiator or a diplomat. Clash of the ideologies/philosophies continued, as the discussion reached the vortex and clock started ticking the last few seconds of that year, we raised our glasses of absolute vodka for the last time of that year and tossed to welcome the New Year.

So how did the New Year turned ugly: Well time for gifts and greetings. I surprised them with beautiful gifts; I did some research before grabbing those gifts. It was very sentimental and memorable. Sana felt rebuked, guilty, retarded, raged with regret, as he doesn’t have anything to gift me. He decided to get a gift for me in the middle of the night. We knew that no shops will be open at this time, as the whole world is celebrating the New Year. He was very adamant on his decision, irrespective of the stakes. We tried to stop him, but he neither listened nor retreated. Lux, the diplomat helped him in getting his bag pack and cap. Under the influence of vodka he walked away. New Year turned ugly. Initially we thought he will come back after few minutes. After a prolonged waiting, his departure worried us. He neither came back nor answered our calls. A SWAT team alias a search team (Lux and Manu) was formed and deployed. I gave them directions from home. The team sent spiders (like the Google spiders) into different nooks, corners, boulevards, junctions, potholes, ditches and it continued for a valuable one hour for the New Year. It was unbelievably cold and windy. Hopes deteriorated and languished, the team finally failed and returned home with empty hands. Suddenly the team decided to search the one last location, within the building, in the terrace.

Our educated guess was correct, we found him in the terrace. He was on the floor wearing a cap and bag pack as pillow and in deep sleep near a puke fest. And the funny part, he was sleeping calm and innocent like a baby. The search team lost nerves, pissed, showered a dozen bombastic, diabolical phrases mostly different flavours of “F” words and carried him from the terrace to the room. Initially the plan was to plunge him into the ground floor from terrace, but idea was discarded due to lack of majority. He was like a serpent and murmured throughout the wee hours of the morning. Neither he slept nor did he let us sleep. It was the ugliest, disgusting, embarrassing New Year celebration we had.

But, recollecting those sequences of events makes me laugh and rejoice, because it led us into pandemonium, ignominy, bliss, violence, excitement..... I think the time we invested on that night was just optimum, memorable and will never erase from my memory.

System (Democracy) has failed

In India, we follow a sophisticated system called Democracy which facilitates the luxury and flexibility to the citizens to choose their favourite political leader and organization to rule the county. Rights are completely vested with individuals, precisely each individuals are new generation demigods. Nevertheless democracy has fallacies and caught in the vortex of dangerous threats, no democracy in the world is utopian. Obviously who is responsible for the system to fail? What are the roles of individuals in this system?

How many of us stringently follow the policies, violate the system architecture and ironically blame the government and administration. Here are few examples from my repository which portray why our system has failed.

Once I was travelling in train, besides me sat a family who were consuming coffee. Some threw the paper cups on the floor and some rigidly outside through the window. In another instance, my friend after having a chocolate and dumped the chocolate cover in the road. Whose responsibility is to deposit the consumed paper cups and chocolate covers into the waste disposal unit which is installed in all the bogies of the train and in public places? Do we expect government to do this activity?

How many of us violate the traffic rules and cross the road while the signal is in red, drive rashly, exceed the city speed limit, unnecessarily honk when in a traffic, Overtake, drive without having license, drive without helmets, walk only in pedestrian path, bribe the traffic officials ? These are some of the uninvited loopholes for the system. Why can’t we follow the traffic signals, wait for the vehicles in the front to move, utilize the public transport efficiently, switch off the vehicle when in the traffic?Why cannot we follow and educate the other fellow travellers?

In the midst of 2006 AD, I was hit and ran over by a car. It was a catastrophic accident, escaped death and left me with asymmetric scars all over my body and completely destroying my bike. The gathering went on a rampage and manhandled the drunken driver and his cohort. He was later moved out of the accident site by a bunch of police officials. Ironically, the drunken driver was none other than the most senior official (Deputy Superintendent of police) in Traffic control department. After one year I was charge sheeted with brilliantly doctored case which claimed that I was driving without a license. He who is responsible for controlling and maintaining the road traffic system has completely failed. Shame on him.

Our administrative offices are engulfed with cartels of corrupt government officials and steaming politics. Individuals sow the seeds, because corruption is a solid state. Can the individuals stop giving bribery? Are the individuals real powerful as mentioned in the first paragraph?

Terrorism, the biggest enemy of democracy is pervasive. Recently our country was embroiled with much skilfully executed bloodshed by terrorists. Terrorists are using state of the art technology to infiltrate into public and highest administrative system. These terrorists are the brainchild of many religious fundamentalists. Religion has been proactively misused as the weapon of mass destruction by many faceless bureaucrats and political parties. It is the fundamental right and luxury of an individual to choose his/her faith or creed.

The introduction/influences of many global powerhouses and their interventions into our society and economy have further deceased our democracy. But does it means that we should boycott colas, Xbox, Audi, Forbes magazine? Instead we control them not to interrupt our life and efficient use to attain more mileage.

Ultimately, who is responsible for our system to fail? Why can’t we be a good citizen and educate the new generations who is already under the radar of decepticons. Do we expect the auto bots to save this world same as in the movie “Transformers”. Think about it. High time to act. Be a proud citizen.

“Dil Chahta Hai”, story of triads

How many of us have watched the bollywood blockbuster movie “Dil Chahta Hai” starring Aamir khan, Saif Ali Khan and Akshay kanna. The movie was colossal success and myriad of appreciations. Here is the story depicting the real life trios who turned “Dil Chata Hai”.

About the trios, likely oriented interests, uncertainly focussed, unpredictable behaviour, ruthless coordination are some of their characteristics, above all they are the best pals and proud members of “brotherhood”. They lived as a family. Lux is the heartthrob of girls, polished; Sana is the most annoying but loyal, funny, smart bravado and pooj is a proactively left liberal ideologist, footballer. Eventually the trios created a wave and represented their genre in multiple events, ultimately the underdogs rose into stardom. The triads were caught under constant censure, stigma and mockery, inevitably these led to their massive success and praise. On the flipside, they are born rebels, who wanted to annihilate the dogmas and spread the message of “friendship”.

In one instance, they performed a group dance (a song from Dil Chahta Hai) in the stage in front of a massive audience. After watching the triads dance, the audience erupted with vociferous screams, howling like owls, cacophonous as crows and luckily no slippers or rotten eggs. But with high spirits and faith the triads completed the song. This wasn’t the end, but it was the start of a great journey. The triads performed in many stages of different genres of audience and the story is the same.

The objectives of the triads were to outcome paranoia and phobia. Has they been successful? Certainly and the unique ingredient for this bond is “friendship”. Unlike in the movie, they were never separated, even though the triads are in the different corners of the world their spirits are pervasive. Many engineered and tried to disunite them, infuse inflammatory polemics among them, but faied. Apparently they realized that their bond is rather difficult than dismantling an atom bomb.

As the triads are celebrating their decade old friendship, numerous questions arises. What is the unique chemistry behind this friendship? How did they organized and maintained this bond? Can they fail? Will they be responsible for the collapse? Let’s be optimistic and wait.

This is just the beginning; more blogs about them will be issued soon...sooner...

A well wisher of the triads

On a special day to my sister, Carol

This blog is dedicated to my friend, sister and godmother on the eve of her birthday. On this auspicious occasion I take the opportunity to share few lines about this incredible woman. Carol is young, attractive and highly determined Brazilian “Bonita”. She has been the lynchpin and ceaseless source of support in my relationship with a young damsel from Brazil. Her gorgeous smile and the rosy light emanating from her face can be compared with full blossoming of hundreds of red roses. But will get hurt by its prickles if anyone tries to exploit or encounter with her.

Dispirited with early turbulence and fallback in her personal life, but with unrestrained confidence, perseverance and brazen strength of a raging bull she went on a journey to discover her soul and realize her dream. She almost travelled half the planet to find her soul mate, far in another continent, a country with hardcore orthodox Hindu fundamentals, the powerhouse of rich and vast flamboyant cultural diversity, land of thousand political parties, birth place of yoga, ayurveda and one of the fast fascinating bullish economies in the world, INDIA. He is a young, handsome professional of Indian origin based on Denmark. Highly spirited Carol then flew to Denmark to start a new renaissance, with the new found Indian partner. With undaunted determination she picked up Danish and got enrolled into a university for pursuing MBA. She has been away from her family for about 3-4 years now.

An era in which Indo-Brazil relationship is sprouting and nourishing her mainstream influence was vital. Her outstanding achievements are remarkable and highly inspirational to hundreds of couples from Brazil and India. Her motives and morale are verily laudable. Whenever I undergo ugly spats with my girlfriend or when I am filled with vacuum, I express my bundled concerns and queries through lengthy mails like epics in Mahabharata. But her spontaneous responses are unprecedented and mind-blowing. She feeds me with intelligent feedbacks and proper directions to follow. Once she said “Give it a try, give a life to this pretty woman”, without any fallacies I followed her message which ultimately led me to cloud nine and gain mileage in my relationship. There have been situations where I send positive messages to soothe her.

As “Rome was not build in a day”, She is laying stone by stone to form a strong foundation for her life. As she forecasts her upcoming projects which primarily includes a brief visit to India, Introduce her partner to her family and finally much awaited marriage. This beautiful couple has formed a unique chemistry and deserves high praise and applause. They have been a powerful source sending strong vibrations and messages to couples who are about to begin a new life and new dream. On this special occasion I appreciate and thank her for the flawless support and unconditional love.

Harmonia Do Ser, a new divide and stairway to human transformations

Naturopathy is a revolutionary medical treatment which involves minimal medicine or surgery. Even though it has a profound history and has roots in ancient Europe and Asia, this movement rised into prominence in the recent decades. Some of the popular naturopathic treatment techniques are hydrotherapy, massage therapy, acupuncture, color therapy, EMF, reiki...etc. It is widely practiced in USA, Canada, Brazil, Germany and India.

Essence of naturopathy has reached the far flung destinations in Brazil. Espirito Santo Do Pinhal, a small serene bucolic mountain city in the Sao Paulo state is the new target. Two beautiful young ladies have revolutionized this city with a commendable achievement in mounting a Naturopathy research centre and they christened it as “Harmonia Do Ser”. They had a painstaking start and massive challenge in setting up the clinic in this geography and eventually with overwhelming responses and varied hardships they have become a household name in this valley. The generic treatments provided by them are massage therapy, color therapy, EMF, reiki and numerous herbal treatments. They focus patients with mental breakdown, emotions, stress and follow effective treatments with minimal drugs and ultimately no surgeries. Harmonia do ser apart from medical treatments, they educates and advise good life style, counselling and constellations. With the evolution of recent success another three professionals has joined this dream crew. They exercise and practice nifty coordination, schedules and spearheading new ventures and realms to be accomplished.

In the recent months they have initiated and introduced many workshops and constellations which target all creeds, ages and groups. They have close association and interaction with group of retired citizens and give them treatments. They speak once in a week in radio and have unique advertising strategy. Every month they conduct a constellation which is a one day package comprising of discourse by eminent masters, treatments, meditation and rituals. Music and dance is an added feature of these constellations. Food and herbal drinks are also served. The constellation emphasizes the vital components of relationships and its impact in future generations, methodologies to tackle stress and emotional breakdown and spirituality. Their recent attraction is a workshop for kids during the yearly vacation. This workshop package contains camping, treatments, yoga and other activities (teaching English). Notably and ironically these professionals charge a very meagre consultation fees and absolutely free treatments for financially challenged.

The mastermind behind all these activities is a young beautiful enthusiastic visionary and naturopathic practitioner who specializes in massage therapy, EMF, Reiki and Acupuncture. Her mission is to create a community with good mental and physical health. She has bagged many recognition and success in her short sting in this city. Certainly, these young professionals are basking under the sun with a story of success and have proved that change is inevitable and good life style is the key. As we are experiencing global meltdown, mental and physical stress, fatigue and we need a revival, rejuvenation and synergy. Naturopathy and its treatments methods is the stairway to human transformations.

Adios, the Greatest Entertainer of the 20th Century

The greatest entertainer of this century, who has geographically established and hit the acme of global music industry within a short span of time, when the world was in the brim of racial outbursts and chaos theories. Born and bought up in a musical family, he crafted the history through his mind blowing voice, dance and appearances. Being an African American and rising up to the limelight of global music industry is hilarious and he was profoundly called "King of pop" or "The greatest entertainer of all time". He embraced numerous awards and recognition throughout his career.

He was my childhood hero, who mesmerized millions with his breathtaking voice and dazzling maelstrom footsteps. The mastermind and inventor of the breakthrough moon walk, robotic motions and consummate co-ordination. He engineered and doctored hundreds of stage shows. He enigmatically changes his character while in stage. It was verily evident from his stage shows, where he gives himself to the crowd. The energy and charisma is laudable. He was shy, generous and speaks like a child. I admire him the way he attracts his fans. I closely watched his footsteps and significantly tried to follow some. But essentially I realized that, to achieve this mammoth task requires tons of efforts and attitude.

“Billie Jean”, “Bad”, “Heal the world”, “Stranger in Moscow”, “Smooth Criminal” are my favourite and prominent songs and videos. Each of his videos represents character, moral and influence of technology. Apart from being a full time entertainer, he was a philanthropist and has donated millions of dollars to charities across US. Later on his career MJ's presence in the industry diminished and was hit by storms of controversies. He might be caught in the whirlwind of faceless media attentions, but I consider him as a great entertainer, a philanthropist and iconic symbol of love and care.

His sudden demise came in a shock to me and I couldn’t believe that “The king of pop" will never entertain us again. But, it is not the truth. He has created a wave of memories and performances in short span of time for us. He is within us and looking at us now and singing “Heal the world, make it a better place for you and for me and the entire universe”