ALL BORN EQUAL, HUMAN ARE WE...

World's plastic, Delhi is a higher derivative...

Oh you!! Stop just being puppets
to the society's trumpets,
Burn your plastic skin
Stop pleasing others akin...

It seems that the versatile use of poly vinyl chloride has increased the affinity of today's race towards it in manifold amounts. Now not only are people increasing it's use, but are instigated to act according to its physical attributes. You have to look into a projected personality to know the actual story....
Being a Delhi fanatic for the first eighteen yrs of my life, three yrs down south has totally changed the perspective of my outlook, though I don't irk I totally detest the way people judge and categorize individuals. The fake materialistic possessions mean everything to everyone here. No one looks beyond the superficial man. The materialistic props can dupe all, you are considered to be another form of God if one has the money to flaunt and possess everything that the supreme being never made.
FACE VALUE is all that matters in this part of the country. Starting from the brand u sport, the technologically savvy gadgets you carry and the speed you travel on is respected and prayed to. The illogical criteria an individual is judged on, is very logical to people here. It is the artificial fame they inherit by showing off something as immaterial as wealth. Though it might be the dependents biggest bliss, the joy of showing others the extent of dependency is craved for. The society has turned into a no self-respect one or do people misjudge self-respect in terms of the huge economic divide carved deeper by them.
M afraid, I really m will I get sucked into a culture so irrelevant as this. Can I make a pledge to people to change the way they look at things, no I ll make a fool of myself, might even be proclaimed as the not so lucky brats of the society. There exists discrimation, an esoteric divide not on basis of the age old titles.
KILL IT.. RISE ABOVE IT..

" Play one step lower and you can play three more chords"

Call me a kleptomaniac.... When it comes to people I respect, I tend to steal their words and make my own inferences. Thus derives the above quote which I use as the heading to this post. Jimmy Page said these words with respect to his field of interest. Technical music terms( which I myself am not very good at) defins this by justifying that if you play one step lower(D#) then you can play three more chords.
People sometimes say so much without knowing how relevant those words could be. Interpreting the above line with relevance to real life it means so much so that Jimmy Page himself would not have thought about. In this limited tenure of life if you play a step lower as in bring your ego(a difficult term to define) to bow down at times you could strike many more chords in life. We often try to prove something by striking higher than the rest, our self-esteem, attitude tend to force ourselves to fake our identity and achieve superficial satisfaction. If only we could stand strong and cut down on our plastic individualism we could win over many more strong strings of relations than enjoy the artificial respect we tend to gain by projecting, a not us.
A small game lost in the fight of our ego, would win us many more battles in life. Losing out on an instantaneous joy and making someone else feel happy about it does not make one insignificant in real terms. Win over people by losing to them, in the long run you would tend to gain a realistic respect.

Helpless evening sun, promises yet another day before it vanishes beyond the horizon...

( Another of the awesome sites in the north east hills, tht back packing trip was mind-blowing, Photographer; Me)

Sun sets, where it rises first....

( Also done in the trip to Shillong, Photographer;Me)

Hills in the Eastern frontier of our country (Photographed during my trip to Cherapunjee, Photographer; Me again)

Reservations???!!!??

An argument over a beer is the best thing possible to reveal me with the on-goin cyclone inside my head, when the topic of discussion is not for the sake of it but firmly believed by both the sides its even better. Today, after the good old MCC days, had a good conversation with my friend when we both were high the rasta style and on beers. 'RESERVATIONS' was the key word, with him totally against granting it and protesting with the rest, in places all over the capital. Will it help or not is not the question neither is the awareness of the percentage of people participating in it, the question or rather the solution we have to grant is the ALTERNATIVE. Claiming to divide the country into various economic classes is not practical in a country like ours. With the public servants as the final authority and their crave for monetory authority by hook or crook, with no transparency in the ways and means of their working it is next to impossible to start a herculian task as talked about. Well then comes the accusation of being laid back and not concerned thrown back but can u actually keep at stake the future of thousands of our youth to experiment with something as uncertain as the economic class division??? Apart from the no-solution ground, to ponder upon its been our ancestors who suppressed these classes and gave them no oppurtunity now if we have to suffer a bit and uplift them wats wrong?? We can't pick up examples of the miniscule percentage of the backward class people who are living a good life today and enjoying the quotas too, we have to take into consideration the majority of the backward class people who are living much below the poverty line. In the general category when the oppurtunities given are equal why is there an economic divide, its because of the hardwork and human capital invested when one's given the chance to, and now just because one did not want to rise above the economic class he is in you want to give his next generation a special privelage to study?? There are infinite questions to be asked before one stands against the decision and protest day and night.......
P.S. Raghu stop being jealous of the few backward class people ( i know, you know some of them to defend your case) living a luxurious life and still enjoying the quotas and start living in the world where 'survival of the fitest' sounds perfect.

Nostalgic Imprints

Full of innocence, to the brim
A kid who didn't know him,
Walked a couple of hundred meters
St. Thomas Hall, MCC destined to be his future.

The very first day
Rolling on the grass,
Initiation came his way
establishing a statement of class.

He had to soon acclimatize
With seniors double his size,
Red eyed heralding their cry
Having a ball first year went by.

Trying to potray the MCC identity
Next year came along, granting seniority,
A total transformation in the entity
Simplicity learned, paved way for slight maturity.

Life made much more easy
Like a stone, infinitely lazy,
Before the year ended, the chase started
Materialistic and self appeasing ambitions parted.

In a mix of satisfaction and frustration
Came to an end second years ride,
Cut strings, added some in continuation
The feeling of being senior most gave pride.

In the craving for a higher altar
Ended up shooting, at the star,
Life like a trip, time flew
What to do next had no clue.

Three years had transformed him a lot
Now with a handfull of days to pass,
The experience, gave way to more thought
Found the answer to who he was.