With the election fever around the corner and being the first time voter that I am, I just wonder...
The first and foremost fact is that none of the candidates are worth voting for. All of them surely have allegations stacked against them or worse, a criminal background; though I must admit I have not done any kind of background verification. I don’t need to! Another thing I’m sure of, without having to verify, is that they are all uneducated. School or college drop outs at some time, they took to politics like the oft repeated Johnson’s definition of politics being the last resort of scoundrels. They neither have any sort of developmental works to their credit nor a flattering profile. The power mongers took to politics with the sole intention of growing rich by milking the system dry, thanks to the million loopholes and our shameless custom of bribery.
I do not want to choose any of them but the fact remains that, I can only choose the lesser sin of the lot. The Electronic Voting Machines rule out the option of invalid votes. The 49-O forms will never be found at polling booths and heck, I will not have someone else voting in my name.
I’m no expert and I may be wrong talking with respect to India, but I somehow feel the dual-party system, as in USA, works well. There are only two options to choose from, it is either this or that! There will never be an issue of coalition government or a Hung parliament. Somehow we will have a better choice of candidates, if two-party system is the case.
Even better, we can have an ombudsman for ticket seeking candidates. The candidates should have at least a formal degree from a recognized university and a profile that matches the requirements as mentioned in a framework set by the connoisseurs of the arena. This framework should be revised to stay in tune with the changing times and necessities.
Sledging is another commonly used technique. Allegations against opposition party candidates sensationalized especially when elections are around the corner. Another thing is the way issues are blown way out of proportion. Little do they realize that, any publicity is good publicity; tasteless nevertheless. The Varun Gandhi episode, Pramod Mutalik versus Renuka Chowdary and the Pink Chaddi campaign, Modi bashing for publicity, seeking mercy votes and targeting minority vote banks etc. All this should somehow be nipped in the bud, it is disgusting!
Another thought of mine is that only tax payers should be eligible to vote as only they truly value their hard earned money and put in the effort of correctly deciding who should lead and how. A teenybopper I once knew voted for a candidate at the last elections (she was then a first time voter) because she thought he was cute! A bedridden octogenarian (May his soul now rest in peace!) said he always admired Nehru and declared that voting for the daughter-in-law of the family was his way of showing loyalty. How can we expect to have proper leaders when we have voters biased on such unreasonable terms?
It is probably the Ayn Rand influence but we cannot sit back and expect things to become the way they ought to be. The system will not change till the leaders change and the leaders will not change till the people desire the change. We are a democracy and we should find a way of getting the changes we desire to see.
Well, I’m just a first time voter and these are just a few of my concerns! :)
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Sniff sniff.. But I'm not weeping!!
After many years, I got a chance yet again to travel in Mysore Road in a two-wheeler and I experienced an aching sense of nostalgia. What seemed to be an olfactory adventure once has now become a sweet memory tucked away into the time elapsed folds of my childhood.
Travelling pillion in Mysore road with Dad was a routine. The fun would actually begin at the Mysore road and West of Chord road junction near the BHEL office. The game was simple, to identify as many different smells as possible from the junction till we reached The Club opposite the Rajarajeshwarinagar arch. I would become all stiff and ready as we neared the BHEL junction.
As we turned towards Mysore road at the junction, I would start sniffing lightly. The first smell was from the fishmonger’s, right at the turning, on the footpath of BHEL office. Of course I found the smell of fish revolting and I would never take more than one whiff of breath as if anything more would kill me.
A few tens of meters ahead from the junction and there would be a light aroma of confectionaries from the roadside bakery. A deep breath and yum, I’ve even remember having water in my mouth a few times.
Further up ahead, the main road had petrol bunks on both sides and the addictive smell of petrol would lightly linger in the air. Another deep breath, I have been a sucker for petrol smell ever since.
As we progressed in the direction, my most awaited landmark in Mysore road would near. The Kwality Biscuit factory, opposite the Siddharooda Aashram!! The air would be rich with the heavenly aroma of freshly baked biscuits. I would inhale and exhale deep and fast as if I wanted to take in every whiff of the delicious smell. Heaven lasted a little while here.
A few more hundreds of meters from there and I used to be wary of even breathing, let alone sniff at the smell in air. One of the major water sources of Bangalore once and polluted beyond all limits ever since, Vrushabhavathi flowed. Monsoons and cyclones were the bane of existence for the regular commuters of Mysore road, when the polluted water would overflow onto the main road. The stench emanating was unbearable at all times. I would carefully breathe and as soon as the stench began, I would hold my breath for as long as I could.
Finally, a few more minutes along the same road and I would be hit by a pungent blast of Hydrogen chloride from the chemical factory next to the Rajarajeshwarinagar arch. Another few seconds of holding my breath and I would be gasping for fresh air. Thankfully, I’d have reached my destination by then!!
When I drove along the familiar road after many years, every minute of the journey reminded me of the innocent little girl and her so called olfactory adventure while riding pillion with her father. No, I did not try doing the same this time and I’m sure I’d have choked on the thick smoky air, had I tried.
Other than that, I could not help but notice many other changes. The fishmonger now sells fried fish too; the smell is probably more repulsive now. The old confectionary shop has closed down. The old petrol bunks are now replaced by sleek Shell fuel stations. Kwality Biscuit factory has vanished and replaced by a Bajaj showroom. The absence of the aroma of freshly baked biscuits touched a sentimental note as though it made the end of my childhood glaringly obvious. Nevertheless Vrushabhavathi stank just the same!!
I broke out of my reverie soon, but the aching nostalgia persisted. I wished I could go back to those glorious days of my childhood, when million such little things filled the days and the sole purpose of every minute was to have fun. Period.
Travelling pillion in Mysore road with Dad was a routine. The fun would actually begin at the Mysore road and West of Chord road junction near the BHEL office. The game was simple, to identify as many different smells as possible from the junction till we reached The Club opposite the Rajarajeshwarinagar arch. I would become all stiff and ready as we neared the BHEL junction.
As we turned towards Mysore road at the junction, I would start sniffing lightly. The first smell was from the fishmonger’s, right at the turning, on the footpath of BHEL office. Of course I found the smell of fish revolting and I would never take more than one whiff of breath as if anything more would kill me.
A few tens of meters ahead from the junction and there would be a light aroma of confectionaries from the roadside bakery. A deep breath and yum, I’ve even remember having water in my mouth a few times.
Further up ahead, the main road had petrol bunks on both sides and the addictive smell of petrol would lightly linger in the air. Another deep breath, I have been a sucker for petrol smell ever since.
As we progressed in the direction, my most awaited landmark in Mysore road would near. The Kwality Biscuit factory, opposite the Siddharooda Aashram!! The air would be rich with the heavenly aroma of freshly baked biscuits. I would inhale and exhale deep and fast as if I wanted to take in every whiff of the delicious smell. Heaven lasted a little while here.
A few more hundreds of meters from there and I used to be wary of even breathing, let alone sniff at the smell in air. One of the major water sources of Bangalore once and polluted beyond all limits ever since, Vrushabhavathi flowed. Monsoons and cyclones were the bane of existence for the regular commuters of Mysore road, when the polluted water would overflow onto the main road. The stench emanating was unbearable at all times. I would carefully breathe and as soon as the stench began, I would hold my breath for as long as I could.
Finally, a few more minutes along the same road and I would be hit by a pungent blast of Hydrogen chloride from the chemical factory next to the Rajarajeshwarinagar arch. Another few seconds of holding my breath and I would be gasping for fresh air. Thankfully, I’d have reached my destination by then!!
When I drove along the familiar road after many years, every minute of the journey reminded me of the innocent little girl and her so called olfactory adventure while riding pillion with her father. No, I did not try doing the same this time and I’m sure I’d have choked on the thick smoky air, had I tried.
Other than that, I could not help but notice many other changes. The fishmonger now sells fried fish too; the smell is probably more repulsive now. The old confectionary shop has closed down. The old petrol bunks are now replaced by sleek Shell fuel stations. Kwality Biscuit factory has vanished and replaced by a Bajaj showroom. The absence of the aroma of freshly baked biscuits touched a sentimental note as though it made the end of my childhood glaringly obvious. Nevertheless Vrushabhavathi stank just the same!!
I broke out of my reverie soon, but the aching nostalgia persisted. I wished I could go back to those glorious days of my childhood, when million such little things filled the days and the sole purpose of every minute was to have fun. Period.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Tyagaraja Yoga Vaibhavam...
Currently playing on my IPod is a beautiful rendition of Tyagaraja Yoga Vaibhavam in Anandabhairavi by Sanjay Subrahmaniam. The lines –
Tyagaraja Yoga Vaibhavam…
Raja Yoga Vaibhavam..
Yoga Vaibhavam..
Vaibhavam….
keep coming to me over and over again; I’m reminded of waves in the sea. Nonstop waxing and waning..
Sanjay is undoubtedly one of the finest classical vocalists of recent times. The last time I attended his live concert was at Bangalore Gayana Samaj last year and the only way I could describe the concert was to say that it was electrifying!!
There was no need for this blog but its just that I remembered that concert today morning, while listening to Tyagaraja Yoga Vaibhavam for the nth time in the past few days..
How cool it would be if I could deliver an electrifying concert too!!
Tyagaraja Yoga Vaibhavam…
Raja Yoga Vaibhavam..
Yoga Vaibhavam..
Vaibhavam….
keep coming to me over and over again; I’m reminded of waves in the sea. Nonstop waxing and waning..
Sanjay is undoubtedly one of the finest classical vocalists of recent times. The last time I attended his live concert was at Bangalore Gayana Samaj last year and the only way I could describe the concert was to say that it was electrifying!!
There was no need for this blog but its just that I remembered that concert today morning, while listening to Tyagaraja Yoga Vaibhavam for the nth time in the past few days..
How cool it would be if I could deliver an electrifying concert too!!
Monday, March 9, 2009
Adventures on the Valentine weekend - 14th Feb 2009
Every time I have plans of going out, I make it a point to take a leak before stepping out of the house. One can never be sure of sanitary conditions and cleanliness outside, be it hotels, cinema halls (malls are clean I must admit), coffee shops etc. It never hurts to go prepared so I make sure I don’t have any washroom-visiting-urges till I return home. I’m sure most of us do it, nothing special about it!!
It so happens that every time I go to a film, despite all my precautionary measures I end up being tank-full by the time the film ends. The culprit must be the soda drink during the interval. I consciously do not drink aerated drinks otherwise, so I give in to the temptation only I go to see a film.
Same thing happened last week. It was the Valentine weekend when Sahana, Appu and I went to see Billu at Cauvery matinee show. We left the house at 1.30PM for the show that began at 2.30PM. I went all prepared as not to have any issue till I returned back. The movie was not even 3 hrs long but thanks to the Pepsi I bought in the intermission, I was unusually full (it will not be exaggerating to say I was really really really full) by the time the movie ended and badly wanted to take a leak.
The stench permeating down the corridor extinguished any thought of using the washroom there in the theater. I told Sahana and Appu that I’ll manage and so we walked out. We had agreed to walk all the way till Malleshwaram 8th cross and shop there, after a visit to Janata hotel for their yummy masala dosas. Frankly I had no idea how long I could hold out but refused to think of it and walked on!!
We were barely halfway when we came past Chowdaiah Memorial Hall and this brainwave stuck me. Necessity is the mother of all inventions, so they say. It held true with respect to ideas in my case.
A few weeks back, I’d attended a play at Chowdaiah and had seen how well maintained the washrooms were. Neither a speck of filth, nor spilt water anywhere on the polished mosaic of the washroom!! Anyways we were right in front of the building and it was open, why not use the toilets and rid myself of great worry and the obvious issue??
The huge hoarding on the gate endorsed a dance and music extravaganza Attakalari the next day. I promptly went in telling Sahana and Appu of my intentions. Sahana needed to use the washroom too but here?? Like this?? Oh no!! They two of them shrunk from the prospect of breaking in to an auditorium to use a washroom, but nevertheless followed me inside the gate.
As I made my way into a side entrance, I was accosted by a watchman who wanted to know what business we had there. We did not appear suspicious to anyone from the manner we were dressed. We were casual friends catching up on a weekend and that was precisely what we were. Sahana and Appu froze behind me wondering what I would say to this watchman’s question. The proximity of a usable washroom was so tempting that I wouldn’t have hesitated to run inside before he caught up with me despite the embarrassment that would follow. A hundred answers popped in my head within a nanosecond and before I realized I said we were looking for brochures and info regarding sunday’s programme and if possible the tickets too. I never realized the hoarding advertising Attakalari had caught my attention so strongly till I blabbered this. The watchman obviously finding nothing strange about my reply showed me the very VIP entrance I would have probably barged into. It apparently leads to the side entrance of the main stage and there is this heavenly board that reads LADIES WASHROOM at the entrance.
Stealing a glance inside the auditorium, I saw many artistes setting up the stage for the upcoming show. I returned back to the entrance and went in the sparkling clean washroom. It was empty and very very clean, as expected!!
I next signaled Sahana towards the door. She was now confident, after witnessing my convincing performance in front of the watchman. While Appu and I waited for Sahana, I even managed to show an art-enthusiast the way to the main entrance. She was a firangi and was lost!!
We three had walked but a few steps out of the gate when Appu let out a relieved sigh. She said she has seen such things in films and in TV but could not believe her eyes when I actually “dared” a stunt of the sort. The fact that my face showed no sign of shock or surprise or even fear apparently left her stunned. Impressed too, if I may add. She called me dare-devil, a tom-boy and a string of many such names all the way to Janata hotel.I merely had to walk chuckling and acting like a heroine who managed a non-performable stunt with panache. It feels great to be appreciated, no matter how stupid the reason is. The dumber the reason, the greater kick it gives and this, exclusively when there are friends like Appu to give the perfect reaction sought!! Lol…
Honestly, I was only enjoying a huge sense of relief all the while. I could not have borne that load a minute longer!!!!
It so happens that every time I go to a film, despite all my precautionary measures I end up being tank-full by the time the film ends. The culprit must be the soda drink during the interval. I consciously do not drink aerated drinks otherwise, so I give in to the temptation only I go to see a film.
Same thing happened last week. It was the Valentine weekend when Sahana, Appu and I went to see Billu at Cauvery matinee show. We left the house at 1.30PM for the show that began at 2.30PM. I went all prepared as not to have any issue till I returned back. The movie was not even 3 hrs long but thanks to the Pepsi I bought in the intermission, I was unusually full (it will not be exaggerating to say I was really really really full) by the time the movie ended and badly wanted to take a leak.
The stench permeating down the corridor extinguished any thought of using the washroom there in the theater. I told Sahana and Appu that I’ll manage and so we walked out. We had agreed to walk all the way till Malleshwaram 8th cross and shop there, after a visit to Janata hotel for their yummy masala dosas. Frankly I had no idea how long I could hold out but refused to think of it and walked on!!
We were barely halfway when we came past Chowdaiah Memorial Hall and this brainwave stuck me. Necessity is the mother of all inventions, so they say. It held true with respect to ideas in my case.
A few weeks back, I’d attended a play at Chowdaiah and had seen how well maintained the washrooms were. Neither a speck of filth, nor spilt water anywhere on the polished mosaic of the washroom!! Anyways we were right in front of the building and it was open, why not use the toilets and rid myself of great worry and the obvious issue??
The huge hoarding on the gate endorsed a dance and music extravaganza Attakalari the next day. I promptly went in telling Sahana and Appu of my intentions. Sahana needed to use the washroom too but here?? Like this?? Oh no!! They two of them shrunk from the prospect of breaking in to an auditorium to use a washroom, but nevertheless followed me inside the gate.
As I made my way into a side entrance, I was accosted by a watchman who wanted to know what business we had there. We did not appear suspicious to anyone from the manner we were dressed. We were casual friends catching up on a weekend and that was precisely what we were. Sahana and Appu froze behind me wondering what I would say to this watchman’s question. The proximity of a usable washroom was so tempting that I wouldn’t have hesitated to run inside before he caught up with me despite the embarrassment that would follow. A hundred answers popped in my head within a nanosecond and before I realized I said we were looking for brochures and info regarding sunday’s programme and if possible the tickets too. I never realized the hoarding advertising Attakalari had caught my attention so strongly till I blabbered this. The watchman obviously finding nothing strange about my reply showed me the very VIP entrance I would have probably barged into. It apparently leads to the side entrance of the main stage and there is this heavenly board that reads LADIES WASHROOM at the entrance.
Stealing a glance inside the auditorium, I saw many artistes setting up the stage for the upcoming show. I returned back to the entrance and went in the sparkling clean washroom. It was empty and very very clean, as expected!!
I next signaled Sahana towards the door. She was now confident, after witnessing my convincing performance in front of the watchman. While Appu and I waited for Sahana, I even managed to show an art-enthusiast the way to the main entrance. She was a firangi and was lost!!
We three had walked but a few steps out of the gate when Appu let out a relieved sigh. She said she has seen such things in films and in TV but could not believe her eyes when I actually “dared” a stunt of the sort. The fact that my face showed no sign of shock or surprise or even fear apparently left her stunned. Impressed too, if I may add. She called me dare-devil, a tom-boy and a string of many such names all the way to Janata hotel.I merely had to walk chuckling and acting like a heroine who managed a non-performable stunt with panache. It feels great to be appreciated, no matter how stupid the reason is. The dumber the reason, the greater kick it gives and this, exclusively when there are friends like Appu to give the perfect reaction sought!! Lol…
Honestly, I was only enjoying a huge sense of relief all the while. I could not have borne that load a minute longer!!!!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
7th March 2009 - You've got mail
Yesterday and the day before were apparently the most boring weekend of my life. I’d rather do something I don’t like, than be left with time on my hands but no purpose. This “idle” state of mind drives me crazy and heck, I do not even get devilish thoughts when idle!! I just go nuts and retire into some cocoon that doesn’t exist at other times..
To consciously come out of my cranky mood on saturday, I saw this beautiful flick I’ve seen times without number now – You’ve got mail..
“You’ve got mail” is undoubtedly one of the finest films I have seen. I adore the Tom Hanks–Meg Ryan combination as much as I love the inimitable SRK-Kajol pairing. For those of us who love books, this movie touches a special chord.
I’m not exactly a romantic (hopeless or otherwise) but a few aspects of the film that appealed to my temperament make me wish I was Katherine Kelly myself and I go back to the film over and over again!!
1. The fact that the story revolves around books and a book shop. Books truly mean a lot more than just pages with info sewn together.
2. Joe Fox respects Katherine Kelly for being the professional she is and despite ruining her business, he does not insult her by offering her a job at Fox Books.
3. NY152 encourages Shopgirl to speak her mind when she encounters someone very unpleasant but warns her that she will be filled with remorse later not finding a convincing excuse for her behavior.
4. Joe hates to “stand her up” when he realizes his chat friend Shopgirl (who is waiting for him at a café) is none other than his arch rival Kelly. He stays with her the whole evening without divulging his virtual identity that she was expecting to meet.
5. NY152 cannot lie as to why he never came to meet her at the café despite having no compulsions to be truthful. He promises to reveal the truth later but does not disclose that NY152 is Joe Fox himself and he did keep the date.
6. Joe realizes Fox Books can never mean as much to him as The Shop Around The Corner means to Katherine. The note on her door "We are closing our doors after 42 years, we will miss being a part of your lives" was too touching.
7. Joe goes to see Katherine with a bunch of daisies when she is ill and for the first time, each one creates the right impression on the other.
8. Joe does his best to befriend Katherine rather successfully and even banters about her anonymous chat friend NY152. He realizes he has fallen in love with this spirited woman!
9. Joe asks Katherine how she can forgive someone who stood her up on a date but hate him (Joe) for the smallest mistake of putting her out of business. (The subtle whiff of romance here is mind blowing! Its even wonderful that she has a trace of tears, I did too..)
10. Joe’s words “Don’t cry Shopgirl” when they finally meet, gave me a lump in my throat and for once I even wondered if I was wrong in my belief that romance is best left to books and films.
Hmmm… Lastly, to wrap it up, I came out of the hang over soon and realized that romance seemed so magical precisely because this was a film and my life is way too realistic. I'm no schizophrenic to believe in wanting drama and fantasy in my everyday reality. But for giving me a beautiful outlet to momentarily escape to utopia, I must say -
Three cheers to “You’ve got mail”!!!!
To consciously come out of my cranky mood on saturday, I saw this beautiful flick I’ve seen times without number now – You’ve got mail..
“You’ve got mail” is undoubtedly one of the finest films I have seen. I adore the Tom Hanks–Meg Ryan combination as much as I love the inimitable SRK-Kajol pairing. For those of us who love books, this movie touches a special chord.
I’m not exactly a romantic (hopeless or otherwise) but a few aspects of the film that appealed to my temperament make me wish I was Katherine Kelly myself and I go back to the film over and over again!!
1. The fact that the story revolves around books and a book shop. Books truly mean a lot more than just pages with info sewn together.
2. Joe Fox respects Katherine Kelly for being the professional she is and despite ruining her business, he does not insult her by offering her a job at Fox Books.
3. NY152 encourages Shopgirl to speak her mind when she encounters someone very unpleasant but warns her that she will be filled with remorse later not finding a convincing excuse for her behavior.
4. Joe hates to “stand her up” when he realizes his chat friend Shopgirl (who is waiting for him at a café) is none other than his arch rival Kelly. He stays with her the whole evening without divulging his virtual identity that she was expecting to meet.
5. NY152 cannot lie as to why he never came to meet her at the café despite having no compulsions to be truthful. He promises to reveal the truth later but does not disclose that NY152 is Joe Fox himself and he did keep the date.
6. Joe realizes Fox Books can never mean as much to him as The Shop Around The Corner means to Katherine. The note on her door "We are closing our doors after 42 years, we will miss being a part of your lives" was too touching.
7. Joe goes to see Katherine with a bunch of daisies when she is ill and for the first time, each one creates the right impression on the other.
8. Joe does his best to befriend Katherine rather successfully and even banters about her anonymous chat friend NY152. He realizes he has fallen in love with this spirited woman!
9. Joe asks Katherine how she can forgive someone who stood her up on a date but hate him (Joe) for the smallest mistake of putting her out of business. (The subtle whiff of romance here is mind blowing! Its even wonderful that she has a trace of tears, I did too..)
10. Joe’s words “Don’t cry Shopgirl” when they finally meet, gave me a lump in my throat and for once I even wondered if I was wrong in my belief that romance is best left to books and films.
Hmmm… Lastly, to wrap it up, I came out of the hang over soon and realized that romance seemed so magical precisely because this was a film and my life is way too realistic. I'm no schizophrenic to believe in wanting drama and fantasy in my everyday reality. But for giving me a beautiful outlet to momentarily escape to utopia, I must say -
Three cheers to “You’ve got mail”!!!!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
The Delhi-6 experience...
That Delhi-6 was made by Rakeysh Mehra is the sole reason I wanted to see the film in the first week itself. And I made it to Saturday’s matinee show!!
The movie portrays the eclectic blend of the good, bad and ugly elements of our social structure, and the weight is evenly shouldered by every single actor. Veteran stalwarts like Om Puri, Rishi Kapoor, Waheeda Rehman, Prem Chopra dazzle effortlessly while the younger actors like Abhishek Bachchan, Divya Dutta, Atul Kulkarni, Cyrus Sahukar and Sonam Kapoor have all done justice to their roles under the watchful vision of Rakeysh Mehra. This I say with no kind of bias, none whatsoever!! AR Rahman rocks. Period.
While I was thinking thus, I realized this is one film I cannot categorize as “liked it” or “disliked it”. There were parts I could identify with and enjoy, and there were sequences that made me cringe. The analogies were amazing, the symbols were fantastic.
I was contemplating how best I could put together the complete feel of the film, as I felt it, when I read this friend’s blog where he has written exactly what I would have probably penned. And now, “Amen!” is all I can say.
For the complete and near perfect review, please check - http://jayanthr.wordpress.com/
Monday, February 16, 2009
When I could not resist voicing what I felt...
The story has been narrated time and over again in the past few weeks. I kept wondering why they are this dead intent on publicizing an insignificant issue so magnanimously. I daily read the bits and pieces splashed across the papers till my restraint not to comment on the issue broke. Damn, this has become outright ridiculous!! Hilarious too, if you can see what I saw..
The way of our life is one of our most personal choices and most fundamental of all rights. Nobody, and definitely no local goon is entitled to say what is right and what is not. Goddamn anyone who dares to try!!
The Mangalore pub issue with a bunch of thugs assaulting young pub hopping women was an unfortunate event that needed to be dealt with lawfully. People proactively protesting, was good. We will conveniently forget for the moment that the general elections are around the corner and this is most definitely about saving face, but Union minister for Women and Child Development Renuka Chowdary showing personal interest in the issue was good too. Involving the otherwise dormant NCW was great. But inevitably, the flipsides of the situation were all criminal in nature.
Pramod Mutalik was a complete nobody and all this hue and cry has now made him a public figure. Once spotted by limelight, all publicity is good publicity. I bet he nurses political ambitions and now intends to contest in the next elections.
There is a Subhashitha in Sanskrit –
GhaTam bhitva paTam chitva kuryaath vaa gardhabha swaram
Ena kena prakaareNa Prasiddha purusho bhava
Meaning –
A man has many ways of becoming popular; by breaking the utensils of his house, by tearing his own clothes or even by braying like a donkey.
So much for the protests!!
The pub issue gave him a platform; Mutalik took the biggest flaw of the working of typically Indian collective minds to his advantage and used the V-day opportunity too to further elevate his public figure status. It was an old trick, used for years in Maharashtra and became a super hit this time all over India.
That our law has so many loopholes is an open secret. Incriminating Mutalik and his gang of goons under some IPC section leaving no loopholes open, none whatsoever, and not paying more attention would have been a better idea. Instead we glorified him and his bunch of thugs became local heroes.
What was worse was when things took a 180 degree tilt. The actual issue was unabashedly thrown aside in favor of the same old rabid feminist man v/s woman superiority contention.
The “Consortium of pub going, loose and forward women” was a bouncer. If a woman is classified as “loose”, I assume we are referring to her character. I really really hope “pub going” symbolizes assertiveness and “forward” means career oriented and successful. I’m all ears to anyone who can satisfactorily explain what pub going women, loose women and forward women have in common. A grudge against Mutalik?? No amount of permutation combinations of these three adjectives seems to make sense to me.
“Pink Chaddis” were the heights!! If these “pub going, loose and forward women” really believe couriering undergarments are strong means of fighting injustice, we should have tried sending langotis to the British rather than Satyagrahas and our non-violence movements. I’m sure that would have created greater history than the first ever of the kind non-violent struggle did.
Despite being categorized as taboos to be demolished, it is a matter of decency to limit certain issues to esoteric forums, as long as morality and values exist. I’m loath to think of the mentality of all those women whose collective brainchild was this “Pink Chaddi” movement. Then again, these are the days of fag, booze, dope, pre marital sex and I-pill. Skin show is a sure shot ticket to stardom. “Big deal” is no longer a big deal let alone open discussion relating to lingerie, which reminds me of Alfred P. Doolittle in the film My Fair Lady and his clichéd phrase “middle class morality”; the upper class do not need it and the lower class cannot afford it!!
Another bouncer was the recent claim that Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati got drunk according to Hindu Scriptures so how dare Ram Sena kick a fuss over women pub hopping!! Why the bloody hell did anyone need to quote from Scriptures, wrongly though, without actually doing a thorough research on their claims?? Their audacity is shocking. Neither Mutalik nor his bunch of goons are any authority on Hindu principles. And not even those who made such blasphemous claims!! I’d be shocked if they as much as know who penned “The Hindu View of Life”. If this is about taking potshots at Hindu Scriptures and Hinduism in general, then it is to be condemned as being excruciatingly in bad taste. It is as criminal as penalizing all Muslims world-over for one Osama-bin-Laden. It is as inhuman as branding all Germans as mass murderers for one Adolf Hitler. We live in a secular democracy and it is the duty of not just the ruling party but all political parties and the entire battalion of common citizens to learn to be secular and tolerant towards all faiths. It is of greater importance for people to realize that it is even more wrong to take advantage of such situations, as in using such anti-Hindu accusations as potential vote banks with regard to voters of other faiths, portraying one thug like Mutalik to display the current ruling party in bad light etc.
Caricatures of the Prophet created a global uproar. Fatwas for beheading the artist, though criticized, were proclaimed far and wide. Books and films slightly deviating from the Vatican outlook have been banned. But why are Hindu gods, Hindu scriptures and the Hindu faith in general always taken for granted?? And this is done every time a creature like Mutalik shows its head over the majority. It is amusing to note that it is the majority itself that gives a platform for such anti-social elements. Mockery of the Hindu faith has been done umpteen other times like painter MF Hussain depicting the Hindu Gods and Goddesses in the nude. That was about artistic freedom and creative liberty, my foot!! At the moment, let us just let this matter be, without running the risk of straying from the main blog.
Men have been bar-attendees over ages so why not women, was another offshoot from the issue. NCW apparently held the pub owners to blame for frail security. Here is my advice to all women who were offended over this stand of male chauvinism - Good for you, go ahead and get drunk, in presence of anonymous strangers if you please. It is of common knowledge that alcohol increases sexual arousal and reduces sexual inhibition. Your security will your bloody concern and if things get nasty later on, no one else is to blame but you and anyone who later complains of lack of security can be cheerfully sued for defamation.
When Mutalik and his goons announced they would be sending a Saree as a return gift for every Pink Chaddi received, I could not stop laughing. Global economic meltdown does not seem to have affected the Ram Sena. I wondered if they could sponsor a few projects in the IT sector that are on the verge of being shelved due to lack of financing. I mean, it would be such a great social service they would be doing. Providing employment opportunities to thousands of engineers is not just a noble task but a great publicity stunt too. I, for one, would definitely vote for Mutalik at the next polls. The rogue becomes a hero, filmi style..
Shakespeare, though not in the same context, rightly called it – Much ado about nothing!!
The way of our life is one of our most personal choices and most fundamental of all rights. Nobody, and definitely no local goon is entitled to say what is right and what is not. Goddamn anyone who dares to try!!
The Mangalore pub issue with a bunch of thugs assaulting young pub hopping women was an unfortunate event that needed to be dealt with lawfully. People proactively protesting, was good. We will conveniently forget for the moment that the general elections are around the corner and this is most definitely about saving face, but Union minister for Women and Child Development Renuka Chowdary showing personal interest in the issue was good too. Involving the otherwise dormant NCW was great. But inevitably, the flipsides of the situation were all criminal in nature.
Pramod Mutalik was a complete nobody and all this hue and cry has now made him a public figure. Once spotted by limelight, all publicity is good publicity. I bet he nurses political ambitions and now intends to contest in the next elections.
There is a Subhashitha in Sanskrit –
GhaTam bhitva paTam chitva kuryaath vaa gardhabha swaram
Ena kena prakaareNa Prasiddha purusho bhava
Meaning –
A man has many ways of becoming popular; by breaking the utensils of his house, by tearing his own clothes or even by braying like a donkey.
So much for the protests!!
The pub issue gave him a platform; Mutalik took the biggest flaw of the working of typically Indian collective minds to his advantage and used the V-day opportunity too to further elevate his public figure status. It was an old trick, used for years in Maharashtra and became a super hit this time all over India.
That our law has so many loopholes is an open secret. Incriminating Mutalik and his gang of goons under some IPC section leaving no loopholes open, none whatsoever, and not paying more attention would have been a better idea. Instead we glorified him and his bunch of thugs became local heroes.
What was worse was when things took a 180 degree tilt. The actual issue was unabashedly thrown aside in favor of the same old rabid feminist man v/s woman superiority contention.
The “Consortium of pub going, loose and forward women” was a bouncer. If a woman is classified as “loose”, I assume we are referring to her character. I really really hope “pub going” symbolizes assertiveness and “forward” means career oriented and successful. I’m all ears to anyone who can satisfactorily explain what pub going women, loose women and forward women have in common. A grudge against Mutalik?? No amount of permutation combinations of these three adjectives seems to make sense to me.
“Pink Chaddis” were the heights!! If these “pub going, loose and forward women” really believe couriering undergarments are strong means of fighting injustice, we should have tried sending langotis to the British rather than Satyagrahas and our non-violence movements. I’m sure that would have created greater history than the first ever of the kind non-violent struggle did.
Despite being categorized as taboos to be demolished, it is a matter of decency to limit certain issues to esoteric forums, as long as morality and values exist. I’m loath to think of the mentality of all those women whose collective brainchild was this “Pink Chaddi” movement. Then again, these are the days of fag, booze, dope, pre marital sex and I-pill. Skin show is a sure shot ticket to stardom. “Big deal” is no longer a big deal let alone open discussion relating to lingerie, which reminds me of Alfred P. Doolittle in the film My Fair Lady and his clichéd phrase “middle class morality”; the upper class do not need it and the lower class cannot afford it!!
Another bouncer was the recent claim that Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati got drunk according to Hindu Scriptures so how dare Ram Sena kick a fuss over women pub hopping!! Why the bloody hell did anyone need to quote from Scriptures, wrongly though, without actually doing a thorough research on their claims?? Their audacity is shocking. Neither Mutalik nor his bunch of goons are any authority on Hindu principles. And not even those who made such blasphemous claims!! I’d be shocked if they as much as know who penned “The Hindu View of Life”. If this is about taking potshots at Hindu Scriptures and Hinduism in general, then it is to be condemned as being excruciatingly in bad taste. It is as criminal as penalizing all Muslims world-over for one Osama-bin-Laden. It is as inhuman as branding all Germans as mass murderers for one Adolf Hitler. We live in a secular democracy and it is the duty of not just the ruling party but all political parties and the entire battalion of common citizens to learn to be secular and tolerant towards all faiths. It is of greater importance for people to realize that it is even more wrong to take advantage of such situations, as in using such anti-Hindu accusations as potential vote banks with regard to voters of other faiths, portraying one thug like Mutalik to display the current ruling party in bad light etc.
Caricatures of the Prophet created a global uproar. Fatwas for beheading the artist, though criticized, were proclaimed far and wide. Books and films slightly deviating from the Vatican outlook have been banned. But why are Hindu gods, Hindu scriptures and the Hindu faith in general always taken for granted?? And this is done every time a creature like Mutalik shows its head over the majority. It is amusing to note that it is the majority itself that gives a platform for such anti-social elements. Mockery of the Hindu faith has been done umpteen other times like painter MF Hussain depicting the Hindu Gods and Goddesses in the nude. That was about artistic freedom and creative liberty, my foot!! At the moment, let us just let this matter be, without running the risk of straying from the main blog.
Men have been bar-attendees over ages so why not women, was another offshoot from the issue. NCW apparently held the pub owners to blame for frail security. Here is my advice to all women who were offended over this stand of male chauvinism - Good for you, go ahead and get drunk, in presence of anonymous strangers if you please. It is of common knowledge that alcohol increases sexual arousal and reduces sexual inhibition. Your security will your bloody concern and if things get nasty later on, no one else is to blame but you and anyone who later complains of lack of security can be cheerfully sued for defamation.
When Mutalik and his goons announced they would be sending a Saree as a return gift for every Pink Chaddi received, I could not stop laughing. Global economic meltdown does not seem to have affected the Ram Sena. I wondered if they could sponsor a few projects in the IT sector that are on the verge of being shelved due to lack of financing. I mean, it would be such a great social service they would be doing. Providing employment opportunities to thousands of engineers is not just a noble task but a great publicity stunt too. I, for one, would definitely vote for Mutalik at the next polls. The rogue becomes a hero, filmi style..
Shakespeare, though not in the same context, rightly called it – Much ado about nothing!!
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