Another miserable post with an ailing heart behind it. Another vent for the intrepid Falcon's much awaited and much ignored outburst. But then it's my blog, I shall express my rage, Non believers may kindly make way.
It's cooled down with the recent downpour, I am talking regarding the temperatures at Kharagpur, but then, we as students have bowed down for the better(or for a degree and our selfish jobs), we as citizens were already bowing down for the better (which is never going to arrive), we as persons are bowing down for the better (do we have any choice).
I cannot help but recall yesterweek's (yep this is a new english word, you saw it first here) revolution (indeed it was). What culminated ultimately was venting of rage, rage filled within all of us, tempers flew high that day, justifiably so. Did all of the 3000 - 4000 know the deceased? Nay. But why then the fury and the sheer force of the destruction, which was so evident. A day later, the fury calmed down to a candle light, a day later no candle light and another week later, people are up laughing, hiding their frustration,grimaces, going about their work as if nothing happened. Commitees set up, a few heads shifted here and there, some hasty measures concocted and half a dozen promises of a better future given, the responsibility of the death of the deceased shrugged off and yes, Scholars Avenue (the campus newspaper) flooded with posts (full of views which commonly are never of help and only serve for a good read if you are having morning tea)from 'concerned alumni and students' and here we go again perhaps silently waiting for another disaster to happen. Was that sudden outburst akin to a masturbation of the rage stored within over time? Or we have become so accustomed to seething injustice, cant imagine our lives without it. I am sure we will all be confused if Satyuga ( the age of truth so gloriously depicted in the scriptures) indeed comes.
Is it a problem with us IITians alone ? Nope, We Indians (There might be other races in the world equally pathetic, but all I care is about us) surely have a knack of covering our wounds well. Have we Indians respected life? I fail to see how. We have abused it, mutilated it and to be very candid, raped it. It was we who allowed lethargy to get better of us. It was we who abetted corruption so as to make life easy. It's still our lethargy that keeps us inactive to rise against injustice. Strangely we perpetrate injustice and are it's victims as well. We love throwing garbage around, and yet frown at the odour of the same garbage outside our doors. Especially we Indians have found a face to abuse as well, we blame our politicians and what next? we keep on blaming them, they are only too happy as they play their equally foolish divisive games. Who's more foolish? We or the politicians (who emerged out of us).
I was going through Ansys user forums to check certain issues regarding my project, What do I find? An IT worker from some infotech company in Hyderabad asking how to do a particular task (something that would have not taken more than 30 minutes had he thought clearly and with his mind). The lad expected to be shown step by step how to do the work he was going to be paid for (He posted in pathetic English something which infuriated me further). I felt an amazing sense of satisfaction as I read the derisive responses of the other foreign users bashing him for thoughtlessly asking a naive question. This is another case of lethargy, avoid hardwork but still claim the spoils. Why do we do so well when sent to foreign countries, because our typical 'chalta hain, chalne do' attitude doesnot suit them.(Apart from the lure of money)
So what do we do when we see ourselves fooling ourselves? We think of God (only to be fooled further), We think of an ideal leadership (Aha, we like thinking of ideal things, don't we?) . Alas, We desecrate the Truth. We desecrate it everyday, when we deliberately arrive late at office, when we try to evade tax, when we try to shirk off our work, when we blame the government for letting us down, when we blatantly spit in public zones, When we conveniently choose to look the other way when someone is murdered in broad daylight, when we avail of reservations to avenge our presumed backwardness, when we destroy public property (all made out of our taxes), When we laugh at a person who does his job honestly and chide him. Aren't we the most arrogant, moronic hyprocites ever born? A sane and a just guy would go berserk in this society, his blood curdles, he wants to shriek but the sheer futility of it and the mockery of the deaf thugs around him would repress him from doing so.
Where does the solution lie? The solution is surprisingly and elegantly simple (That's the aesthetic part of truth, isn't it? Amazingly lucid and subtly pure). It lies in acceptance. We have to stop assuming ourselves as smartasses and respect each other. We have to realise that all we have, all we own is our ownselves and then strive to better us. A doctor has to go to work, with the realization that he is in charge and responsibility of someone's life (or rather a complete family's life). An Engineer has to come back to do what he is supposed to do best, build systems with reliability and ingenuity. A student has to start going back to the class and study, under a teacher (who also has to do his duty). Only death should be the reason for dereliction of one's duties.
I have to stop taking and making things easy. Any negligence or mistake on my part has to be accounted by me with a vengeance to correct it promptly and then I have to move on. I do not have to let my wounds heal, I have made that mistake much too often, I have to rub salt on them, keep them alive and let their pain remind me of the greater pain to come later lest I fail to remember and abide my responsibilities. (Notice the use of 'I' here and not 'we')
We never had the choice of Birth, But life (inspite of being raped by us) has given us a choice of Death. We can die like proud men doing our duty and be cried for or we would perish in a fog with no more than the ghosts of our black deeds as our companions. The choice is agonizingly simple gentlemen. (This is authentically my own dialogue)
May Death do us justice and may Death keep us all, for she will never fail us.
It's cooled down with the recent downpour, I am talking regarding the temperatures at Kharagpur, but then, we as students have bowed down for the better(or for a degree and our selfish jobs), we as citizens were already bowing down for the better (which is never going to arrive), we as persons are bowing down for the better (do we have any choice).
I cannot help but recall yesterweek's (yep this is a new english word, you saw it first here) revolution (indeed it was). What culminated ultimately was venting of rage, rage filled within all of us, tempers flew high that day, justifiably so. Did all of the 3000 - 4000 know the deceased? Nay. But why then the fury and the sheer force of the destruction, which was so evident. A day later, the fury calmed down to a candle light, a day later no candle light and another week later, people are up laughing, hiding their frustration,grimaces, going about their work as if nothing happened. Commitees set up, a few heads shifted here and there, some hasty measures concocted and half a dozen promises of a better future given, the responsibility of the death of the deceased shrugged off and yes, Scholars Avenue (the campus newspaper) flooded with posts (full of views which commonly are never of help and only serve for a good read if you are having morning tea)from 'concerned alumni and students' and here we go again perhaps silently waiting for another disaster to happen. Was that sudden outburst akin to a masturbation of the rage stored within over time? Or we have become so accustomed to seething injustice, cant imagine our lives without it. I am sure we will all be confused if Satyuga ( the age of truth so gloriously depicted in the scriptures) indeed comes.
Is it a problem with us IITians alone ? Nope, We Indians (There might be other races in the world equally pathetic, but all I care is about us) surely have a knack of covering our wounds well. Have we Indians respected life? I fail to see how. We have abused it, mutilated it and to be very candid, raped it. It was we who allowed lethargy to get better of us. It was we who abetted corruption so as to make life easy. It's still our lethargy that keeps us inactive to rise against injustice. Strangely we perpetrate injustice and are it's victims as well. We love throwing garbage around, and yet frown at the odour of the same garbage outside our doors. Especially we Indians have found a face to abuse as well, we blame our politicians and what next? we keep on blaming them, they are only too happy as they play their equally foolish divisive games. Who's more foolish? We or the politicians (who emerged out of us).
I was going through Ansys user forums to check certain issues regarding my project, What do I find? An IT worker from some infotech company in Hyderabad asking how to do a particular task (something that would have not taken more than 30 minutes had he thought clearly and with his mind). The lad expected to be shown step by step how to do the work he was going to be paid for (He posted in pathetic English something which infuriated me further). I felt an amazing sense of satisfaction as I read the derisive responses of the other foreign users bashing him for thoughtlessly asking a naive question. This is another case of lethargy, avoid hardwork but still claim the spoils. Why do we do so well when sent to foreign countries, because our typical 'chalta hain, chalne do' attitude doesnot suit them.(Apart from the lure of money)
So what do we do when we see ourselves fooling ourselves? We think of God (only to be fooled further), We think of an ideal leadership (Aha, we like thinking of ideal things, don't we?) . Alas, We desecrate the Truth. We desecrate it everyday, when we deliberately arrive late at office, when we try to evade tax, when we try to shirk off our work, when we blame the government for letting us down, when we blatantly spit in public zones, When we conveniently choose to look the other way when someone is murdered in broad daylight, when we avail of reservations to avenge our presumed backwardness, when we destroy public property (all made out of our taxes), When we laugh at a person who does his job honestly and chide him. Aren't we the most arrogant, moronic hyprocites ever born? A sane and a just guy would go berserk in this society, his blood curdles, he wants to shriek but the sheer futility of it and the mockery of the deaf thugs around him would repress him from doing so.
Where does the solution lie? The solution is surprisingly and elegantly simple (That's the aesthetic part of truth, isn't it? Amazingly lucid and subtly pure). It lies in acceptance. We have to stop assuming ourselves as smartasses and respect each other. We have to realise that all we have, all we own is our ownselves and then strive to better us. A doctor has to go to work, with the realization that he is in charge and responsibility of someone's life (or rather a complete family's life). An Engineer has to come back to do what he is supposed to do best, build systems with reliability and ingenuity. A student has to start going back to the class and study, under a teacher (who also has to do his duty). Only death should be the reason for dereliction of one's duties.
I have to stop taking and making things easy. Any negligence or mistake on my part has to be accounted by me with a vengeance to correct it promptly and then I have to move on. I do not have to let my wounds heal, I have made that mistake much too often, I have to rub salt on them, keep them alive and let their pain remind me of the greater pain to come later lest I fail to remember and abide my responsibilities. (Notice the use of 'I' here and not 'we')
We never had the choice of Birth, But life (inspite of being raped by us) has given us a choice of Death. We can die like proud men doing our duty and be cried for or we would perish in a fog with no more than the ghosts of our black deeds as our companions. The choice is agonizingly simple gentlemen. (This is authentically my own dialogue)
May Death do us justice and may Death keep us all, for she will never fail us.
hmmmm..............Well it hurts you know .. but awesome :D
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