28 July, 2015

Kalam- What a human ought to be..



27th July 2015

This is a spontaneous post, I just typed and posted whatever came to my mind. So please, read it for the content alone.
I came across the news of the demise of the former President of India, Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam.
True that anyone who is born has to depart one day, but rare is it that you feel so saddened by the demise of a person whom you have never known or met in person.

He represented what every bit of a human one ought to be. Coming from a very humble background from a small island in the southern India to have achieved knowledge and success with sheer grit and hard work. Success or failure never got to his head or clouded his vision... He only took what good he could extract from every situation he came across. He was known for his simple lifestyle, a vegetarian and a bachelor, who perhaps never wanted to have children of his own because he considered every child as his own.
The fact that on his demise every Indian be it from the ordinary citizens , a student , a businessman, a politician irrespective of political affiliation or region, people of different religions , movie stars, media persons...... even Baba Ramdev ! had only words of praise for him, such is his legacy.
The list would never end. Each and every person felt something common upon hearing the news. It is a rare sight that in a very diverse independent India where one would always find people divided about their opinion on an issue or on their opinion on a person, everybody had something to say to praise him. After our freedom fighters, I think he is one of the greatest souls to have lived in this country. Of course every patriot laying down his life for the country or contributing to it in some way is no less, but he was special.
He was a great learner, a pioneer scientist, man responsible for the ISRO's initial space launches, the missile man of India, a great leader motivating younger scientists as the chief of DRDO and went on to become the President of India. As the President too he stood out as the "People's President." He had that undying flare to interact  with school and college students sharing his experiences and wisdom. Even in his last moments he was delivering a lecture, before he collapsed and was said to be declared dead when he was brought to the hospital.  Seems like those inspirational stories, from ’Nothing to Everything' that most blockbuster movies are based on.

           

His life although was a perfect example of what a person ought to be...
Ever inquisitive about learning new things, imparting his own knowledge, experiences to others, being a spiritual person open and respectful to all faiths, beliefs and religions. A person who loved his country's cultural diversity and wanted to maintain it but at the same time wanted  the country to progress with a scientific temper. Although, his work contributed to India becoming a Nuclear Power, he was an advocate for a nuclear weapons free world.

He was immensely successful in life though, he wasn't your conventional IIT educated student or someone who studied at an internationally renowned university. He was truly India's pride. Given a choice most well educated, pioneering Indians today would leave the country for a better life, money and fame to some developed nation to offer his services and relinquish his citizenship but Mr. Kalam was one of those rare patriots who chose to stay back. He had a vision for India, as a Superpower and worked very hard to contribute to it too, but sadly it couldn't be fulfilled in his life time. Very few know that he was a Tamil poet and played the Veena as well, among other things when he was not designing missiles.

One should listen to his speeches to get the essence of the person he really was. One inspiring speech in particular was about World Peace and that of Global Citizenship, in front of the European Parliament on the occasion of 50th anniversary of the EU.

Link :Mr. Kalam- Address at the European Union



He was and will always be remembered as one of those few righteous humans in our era, a great soul, a true patriot, an Indian who truly represented what India stands for...... An Indian representing what any ideal human should be like!

This post, is dedicated to Dr.Kalam one of my role models in life....
Thanks for inspiring me and many others. We will try to fulfill your dream as it is now our dream too. I just hope we get the same strength and resilience as you to keep working on it.
I salute you Sir, Jai hind !

18 July, 2015

Love-o-nomics: The Grexit!




Anyone following the World News in recent times might be able to derive some sense out of this.

                  

Euro-zone is-  She, Me and everything common between us, including our friendship, my love and our common friends.

She is synonymous with Greece and I, Germany.
She kept taking the liberty of accepting all the credit (my love)  I was giving to her. Showed some signs of possibly returning the debt that she has accumulated on the credit taken. She kept postponing it indefinitely, but had drawn too much out of my reserves I had to put an Austerity Package in front of her, to give her a bailout. I had invested so much in her. She wouldn't agree with these measures, despite many negotiations.

The negotiations were not forceful or imposing but those with intermittent periods of staying aloof from her, to not make her feel uncomfortable. Yet, she did not have the heart to return anything, time passed, our (innocent) friendship got caught in the crossfire. She termed these packages as a form of blackmail. I kept requesting her to re-consider the bailout package, for if she continues, she would have to be expelled from the Euro-zone. I respected her sovereignty though it is a different case that perhaps due to historical factors she saw it as an imposition and not as a humble request. There was no place for willful defaulters in the Euro-zone. It is taking a toll on my economy. What if this continues and one day I, myself might have to file for bankruptcy?

Grexit if, it takes place would be a bad example for the world (all people, who truly believe in love)  as a whole. Even Germany personally doesn't want it. So, in between the austerity, Germany tried to engage Greece into dialogues proposing different bailout plans. They were meant to convince her to stay, remain a part of Euro-zone  because, without her Euro-zone was incomplete. Who knows after Grexit others might also follow suit. It is an unacceptable and painful prospect. NOT INEVITABLE !

Hoping Greece and Germany would come to an understanding, set apart their differences and give it ( the relationship ) a go, by searching a
common path.

This reminds me of the lyrics of a Hindi song that, I was (and still am!) very fond of....
Baithe baithe aise kaise koi rasta naya sa miley
While just sitting, how will we find a new path

Tu bhi chale main bhi chaloon
If You and I walk along

Honge kam yeh tabhi faasale
Only then, shall these distances shall shorten


Post Scriptum: Hope one day you would be reading this, Greece. And realize Germany's love for you, he just wants you to be there with him. He doesn't expect any return of credit, you can keep it.

                                

11 July, 2015

A Dream within a dream, Inception?



The story continues from @ Red: A DREAM ride on the Metro (Click)

Tring tring.... Tring tring...
(Oh yeah, that used to be my classic ringtone!)

I was jolted out of my sleep by the ringing phone, right next to my pillow. 
Normally, it takes me a few minutes to get back to my senses, but this call was special! As soon as I heard the voice on the other side, my brain went into high alert mode. Something like a Suzuki 800 which normally takes a few minutes to reach 0 to 100 kmph somehow, on that day it turned out I had a Bugatti Veyron Supersport version somewhere in there, 0 to 100 kmph in 2.42 seconds ;)


All I can recall from the brief conversation was her beautiful voice and that she called up to inform me that, she would be visiting the city in a few days though, she didn't mention the exact date.I knew she was not coming to meet me. Probably to meet that mini villain in my love story.(reminds me of Mini-Me from Austin powers.) Don't go by his cute looks, he is a @#*&$∆%              


I was just glad about the "would get to see her, in person" part. After all, I came to this city chasing her, but before I could wind up from home and make it there, she had moved out.
After a few days, early in the morning the door bell rang. It was her! I was taken aback not that I didn't expect her, but because she was all bruised and bleeding. She curled her messy hair and her eyes widened, staring intensely into mine. I took a deep breath. Life, I tell you, is beautiful.
                 

In my mind I said, to her "Girl, you are beautiful. Each broken part that you carry within yourself, that is beautiful. Yes, my life is indeed beautiful because you make it beautiful."  Even in that condition she looked so elegant, her long black hair 
disheveled, a small cut on that stubbornly beautiful nose and a bluish impression of a hand on her face I knew it was the work of that villain. I felt a certain rage boiling within me, that is mostly like a dormant volcano which can erupt suddenly, but such a rage boils out very very rarely.This time it had erupted ! I really wanted to bash that guy for even the slightest pain she had to suffer because of him. Even if he attempts to take my life, I wouldn't be that enraged, but anything to do with her, boy I wouldn't leave him.

But those thoughts were for later. She was physically weak and her body seemed to cry out.  Anyone who would have seen her in this state would have been horrified. Though for me she was beyond that physicality, be it then in that state or when she looked her best, because I loved her... I still hadn't revealed my feelings to her.The worst part was she was going to her hometown to attend her parent's 25th anniversary. So, I had to get her better by then. She seemed emotionally battered by whatever happened.... yet, she never told me what exactly happened nor did I ask, for, I didn't want her to re-live the pain by recalling it. She smiled and laughed as if, nothing ever was wrong, but in that moment her eyes spoke of something entirely different. There seemed to reside a contradicting story, altogether. A voice dying to be heard. She had always been different. I could see in her eyes, what others would barely notice. She had something magical in her, beyond any measure. Her brokenness remained hidden from the world; she struggled each day with herself, trying to hide those shattered pieces from me. But she failed every time.

So, after arguing with my boss for a grant of leave stating my flatmate's non existent girl had passed away (sorry buddy your girl died, even before you knew you had one!). After much tussle he granted me 4 days.
Then one night at 2 am she started throwing tantrums about "the chicken soup" craving. And anything she even wished for, was like a command to me. Unable to find a restaurant at such an ungodly hour. I borrowed (okay stole !) my flatmates chicken from the freezer and made her a soup thanks to some online video recipes.( horrible experience considering I am a pure vegetarian who doesn't even eat omelettes!)
Love, what all it makes us do!
But, you are ready to do anything for her because none of it seems like a burden. You enjoy the pleasure of doing everything in her name.
One week flew by, she had recovered. She gave me a hug before entering the airport. "Thanks for everything", she said. And left. I kept watching her till she was lost in the crowd, everything I wanted in my life, everything that made my life worth was again leaving me till, I don't know how long. I wished, that I find the right time soon, to tell her that I loved her. But I feared losing this little friendship, these uninhibited chats and encounters with her. What if, things didn't work out.... (Perhaps, I was pessimistic back then) The dilemma literally killing me for years, each time I met her or spoke to her.
I wasn't the flamboyant
Shahrukh or the carefree Salman or the discrete Amitabh of yesteryear, to fashionably tell her I loved her and convince her as well. Maybe something simple would have done yet, I wanted it to be special.... simple just wouldn't do! What I felt for her was the real thing while, these guys just acted to look perfect. Yet, I was trying to improve upon this shortcoming. (Dear Lord, why can you not build humans with in-built polygraph machines or love barometers? Life would be a lot simpler. People won't be fooled by the feigned flamboyance and charisma. It's a necessary evil now!)
Suddenly the alarm rang, I woke up. Glad to have realized it was all a dream. Breathing out a sigh of relief, "Nothing had happened to her."
I checked my phone and saw a text from her. Merely a notification of a text from her made my day. She asked me about my plans for the week after, she was planning to visit the city. I told her about the dream. (Of course, omitting parts to do with Mr. Mini-Me.) She found it to be hilarious. Thanked me for nursing her back albeit, in a dream.
Told me about her own dream where Muslims were fighting a war with Pigs and the weapons were wet mud balls being hurled from each side (yeah I know, my dream was way better! And that, she sounds crazy.) Well that's about it....

And yeah I eventually tried to learn to cook that 'thing', probably almost fainted in the process... :P
Okay not really!
But, what do you expect from a person who thinks a dozen times before swatting even a small mosquito?
( True Gandhian = non violence!)  :P
Like come on! He won one of the greatest battle in the history of mankind and made the mightiest empire of the time, bow down to his demands without as much as lifting a stick.
Ermm... Well, actually he did lift his stick but that's about it, my bad!
The story continues @ Dream, Secrets revealed – I (Click)
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Today, marks one year of the sowing of the seeds of the journey I set upon. Something that changed a lot of things in my life. I do not know where it might lead me to... But, I would need all the prayers and luck in the world, apart from my own sincere effort.
Do pray for me & wish me luck, people. Thanks!
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