Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Atlas

The bearer meekly bears the weight
Whose is the burden? Is it his fate that he cannot shrug?
Is it? Why should we pitch our lives,
and for whom? Do they care who dies sputtering blood, and for whom?
Are we responsible? For living
with decaying hearts, not caring, sweeping life under a rug?
Fake smiles and tears we shed;
How can they blossom roses red, in a garden destined to doom?
The lights go off, the fuse is blown.
Darkness abounds, the devil's own, as we desperately wait for sunrise.
The creeper of life, once abloom,
withers away, in shadowy gloom. People huddle, waiting for death.
We set out to even odds with life.
Daring death, we take the final dive, only to find life's surprise.
Shivering madly when the heat is dire,
A crazy fakir claims to be the heir, exhaling his last breath.

Viharan

Fly, little bird, fly,
from this cage, to the sky.
The illusion of comfort, luscious,
the fruits you eat, divine, delicious,
unruffled feathers, soft and warm,
How long will you be charmed?
In the air your gaol home twirls,
as you feast on poisoned pearls.
In the bonds of want, your soul
is trapped, why, at the threshold?
Spread your wings, feel the draft,
Soar! higher so, look not aft.
Over the mountains, land and sea,
where could your paradise be?
Life is hardship, but death is no good.
Remember the cage now, if you should,
look upward, and see the sky blue,
Liberty is life, god's gift to you.

Love

I don't say it lest I mean it, 'cause I fear resentment.
Too much to bear, might be, the burden of commitment.
Don't you sense its subtle mien, when your name I call?
In my heart it is, muffled, lest from my lips, it'll fall.
It may hurt me so, but I feel for you no ire,
I wish only felicity for my hearts desire,
You define me, complete me; my alpha omega you are.
Not for what you are, but in spite of, it is, by far.
I must decide, forever or never, to gain or lose it all.
Rather to have gained and lost, than to never have gained at all.
I owe it to nought, nothing you do, it's for its own sake,
What I feel this breathing, and for every one I'll take.
He could have made, easily, the nails fall off the cross.
He did not. Love you, He did.
I do too, that's what.

Monday, February 11, 2008

The sainik's argument

The whole 'Uttar Bharatiya' issue started by the MNS in Mumbai has been in the news for quite some time now.

While this is nothing new, I am glad that the Sena (or offshoots thereof) have returned to doing something they're really good at. There's no point in living life if you can't do the things you like and are good at, and the Sena and its sainiks should be no exception. So, more power to them as India adds fascism to the list of political ideologies that it tolerates. Hey, we tolerate nihilistic pacifism, so what's the big deal about fascism? Let's give them the floor too!

Seriously, though, there are two points that I want to make. Firstly, I see this as a tussle between protectionist economic policy and free market capitalism, rather than a regional divide. Now, that the protectionism is based on regional colours is true, but that is marginally relevant. The fact that a group with a protectionist agenda is clashing with another group that's advocating essentially free market economics.

Even though I said 'Seriously' above, I can't help but enjoy the inherent joke in this incident. The Samajwadi (lit: Socialist) Party, advocating protectionism on the national scale, is pressing for free market policies in Mumbai. In the other corner, the Sena (read: fascist Marathi parties), which invited Enron into India, is advocating protectionism regionally. In other words, economic policy all but evaporates when it comes to vested interests in a milch cow like Mumbai.

Secondly, this is not so much a case of divisive regional politics as much as it is an indicator of what happens when there is an infrastructural developmental gap within the country. Hordes of Biharis and UPwalas aren't coming to Maharashtra because Marathi people don't want blue-collared jobs. It's because Bihar and UP, with the exception of some areas, are backward hellholes that attract about as much FDI as a dung heap. The blame in this case lies squarely on the politicians of these two states, and by extension on the people. On the other hand, the credit for the industrial growth and economic prosperity in Maharashtra goes to the state government and by extension, to the common Maharashtrian.

Then, instead of facing the music, instead of reaping what they've sown, instead of being politically accountable for their actions, or rather, inactions, if UPwalas and Biharis wish to peter down to Maharashtra instead, not only do they condemn UP and Bihar to further regress, but also pose a political threat to the continued progress of Maharashtra. Any way you look at it, the nation does not benefit. Then how is wanting to keep the electorate of states that are utter failures economically, socially and politically out of the state of your domicile an act of sedition?

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

When Savarkar coined the idea of Hindutva, there was a singular objective. To make India a glorious nation.

Every single political leader today speaks of that glory.

Pseudo-hindutvavadis speak of this glory being in the past, and promote what one would consider a regressive society. Pseudo-secularists speak of this glory being possible only when the religious majority is as miserable as the religious minority. Their brothers-in-arms, the communists, want to achieve this glory by making the higher economic classes as miserable as the lower economic classes.

Perfect. Is anyone really thinking here?

How does one consider a society as being civilised, as being advanced? In my opinion, this happens when the current generation creates opportunities for the next generation to do better than itself, be it socially, economically, ethically, morally, or by any other benchmark. Unless progress is achieved on all these fronts, that society cannot be considered a civilised, advanced or progressive.

The basic idea of Hindutva is that there are certain things that are fundamentally right and wrong, from the point of view of the progress of Hindu (read Indian, and so henceforth) society at a given point in time. If that is conservatism, so be it. However, by no means can and should the dictionary meaning of the word conservative apply to Hindutva.

An excellent example is the consumption of beef. Vegetarianism is considered noble in Hindu circles, with people consuming only vegetarian food on certain days and during the month of Shravan, for an entire month. However, when there is a famine, does one's dharma to survive supercede one's dharma to observe vegetarianism? Does not consuming beef supercede one's duty to feed one's family?

There is an excellent remark that Krishna makes to Arjuna, something that Adi Shankaracharya also later explained in considerable detail, causing him to be labeled as 'a buddhist in disguise', alas.

Of what significance is the the reservoir of the Vedas, O Arjuna, when the floodgates of realisation open?

The realisation that Krishna talks about here is the much celebrated and much elusive sadasadvivekabuddhi, or as the advaitins like to call it, the niirakshirabuddhi - the knowledge to tell right from wrong, truth from falsehood, existence from illusion, milk from water.

Today we like to consider ourselves socially liberal. What exactly does this liberalism entail? The freedom to do what we want? Isn't the term for 'a state of society where everyone can do what they please' called anarchy? And while Jnaneshvara has asked that 'Let everyone beget what they desire' when he asks the Universal God for the 'boon of nectar', we are far far away from actually realising that, and may never do so in actuality. There is bound to be conflict when two people, or groups of people want things to be a certain way.

These conflicts cannot be resolved based on emotional grounds. They have to be resolved based on understanding the impact of these changes on the entire society, not only at the given point in time, but it's lasting effect on coming generations.

Precedents are difficult to overcome, so let the only precedent that is judiciously and assiduously followed be the employment of knowledge and intelligence towards the resolution of any and all conflicts, taking into consideration the overall impact such resolution may have on the entire society at that given time and in the times to come.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Come mothers and fathers
throughout the land,
and don't criticise what
you don't understand.
Your sons and your daughters
are beyond your command.
Your old road is
rapidly fadin'.
Get out of the new one
if you can't lend a hand,
for the times,
they are a-changin'.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

The sun had risen and the sun has set,
said the man caught in the net.

The rooster grinned a beaky smile,
for it knew the sun was due in a while.

What the man once knew he's now forgot
to know other things that are worth naught.

The rooster can't help but know
the wonder that makes grass grow.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

E dil-e-naadaan is one of my favourite songs of ALL TIME, and the way Lata Mangeshkar sings it, moistens the eyes of even a hardened cynic like yours truly.

However, it appears that really mis-spelt, inaccurate and generally unworthy lyrics are proliferating on the internet. Feeling that this gross insult should be rectified forthwith, I've posted the lyrics as I hear them. My Hindustani is hardly impeccable, feel free to provide feedback with abandon. I have used the Marathi script, since I can't read/write Urdu to save my life.

ए दिल्-ए-नादान् ए दिल्-ए-नादान्
आरज़ू क्या है जुस्तजु क्या है

हम् भटकते है क्योंभटकते है दश्त्-ओ-सेहरा मै
ऐसा लगता है मौज प्यासी है अपने दरिया मै
कैसी उल्झन् है क्यों ये उल्झन् है
एक साया सा रू-ब-रू क्या है.

क्या कयामत है क्या मुसीबत है
केह् नही सकते किसका अर्मां है
ज़िंदगी जैसे खोई खोई है हैरां हैरां है
ये ज़मीं चुप है आसमां चुप है
फ़िर् ये धडकन् सी चार सू क्या है.

and the last stanza that is not covered in the song -

ए दिल्-ए-नादां ऐसी राहों मै कितने कांटे है
आरज़ूने हर् किसी दिल् को दर्द बांटे है
कितने घायल है कितने बिस्मिल है
इस् खुदाई मैं एक तू क्या है?

Thursday, April 26, 2007

अद्वैत अखंड नित्य भोक्ता
असंग निर्गुण अरुपाव्याय
अव्यक्त अनंत अमृतानंद
सम्पूर्ण सुख शिवोहं शिवोहं

सत्यं शिवं शुभं सुन्दरं
चैतन्य चिन्मय निर्मल
अचलाक्षर निश्चल शान्तं
निराकार ओमकार शिवोहं शिवोहं

कैवल्य केवल परंब्रह्म
शुद्ध सिद्ध बुद्ध शिवोहं
सत्यं ज्ञानमनंतं ब्रह्म
सत्यं ज्ञानमनंतं ब्रह्म