Casual Thoughtfulness!

We live in a society so deeply conglomerated, that every second person belongs to a different community, caste, color, creed, etc. We still share the same belongingness, and the fellowship continues. Gradually, these beliefs are inculcated in each one of us as we grow. And over the time they become so overrated that it becomes hard to distinguish whether we are the blind followers or sane submitters. “Overrated” and overvalued convictions propel the emotional quotient to an extent that results in either over-compliance or over-defiance (extremes). The fanatics can never come to consensus until the “Over” bit is sliced and fenced off. Talking about the exaggeration, there is always a tempest in the teapot; something invariably descried, especially in a democratic, secular, discrete and yet integrated Country like ours. Everything that exists is overrated; to begin with patriotism, relationships, societal responsibilities, politics, business, education, fashion, sports, bollywood, ...

This is in continuation to the previous post, as I am still not over with the Delhi and Mumbai syndrome. Since the voyage between Delhi and Mumbai was pretty quick, there was an obvious comparison that boggled my mind at all times. We all belong to the same roots, similar beliefs, and very consistent needs. Though the demarcation of ones society is definitely laid and this distinction segregates us from the rest. More so, every city has its trend to follow, contrasts ought to subsist. Mumbaikars, I found them far more hardworking and honest as compared to our hi-fi delhiites. No offence to them, but truth prevails. North Indians have always been very snooty and pompous. Being one, I guess I don’t regret this bit. I figured distinction in each and every thing that existed. The taste for music, cuisines, the limit to expenses. Punjabi hip-hop and pop beats rule the charts here in Delhi, it is the melodious bollywood music and other soothing marathi rythms that are preferred in Mu...

It was quite an interesting month of May for me. It started on the usual note of laziness within, slowly it progressed and I ended up being a psychotic reader for the following 2 weeks. It wasn’t all over when I was still busy searching and buying new books, having sleepless nights. ‘Shit’ and ‘Wit’ happened all through. The end was though marked by one of my favourite activities – Travel. All in all I would say an extremely captivating and fascinating month, which I actually lived. Not going any further with the details, I am here to share a tiny experience of my short, exhaustive yet engrossing trip to the two most incredible cities of INDIA – Mumbai and New Delhi. For these two cities, I have been an enthusiastic guest because I normally end up visiting them once or twice a year. Thanks to a huge number of kith and kins, that I get to enjoy the luxuries of these cities. My outlook for these two cities was very different this time. It wasn’t the picturesque framing or the nicetie...

“The real India”, its quite agonizing a phrase for a true Indian to hear. What do people really intend to mean while using such a phrase? Are we living in an Unreal, Imaginative wonderland? Is it that we are fantasizing everything and the REAL India is in the slums? Most People across the world, including some of the (Non Returning Indians) actually enjoy pitying every bit of anything in India that has an ugly sight. Pity is such a condemnable expression, no human has any right to pity the state of another human. Its for those narcissist, pompous people who benefit publicity by using such a pitiable expression of “Pity”. “Real India” – its not the Taj Mahal, The Red Fort; its not even the Slum (dog millionaire); its not its democracy and politics. Real India is a dream come true for a billion, it’s a mixture of multilingual, multi-religious, multi-coloured people who live happily together under the same roof, despite hardships and failures. It is the beauty of various cuisines, co...