Saturday, November 29, 2008

Another expert analysis over the Mumbai seige

Relaxed Ways of our Ancestors
The entire Indian blogosphere is going nuts over the Mumbai siege. Everybody has emotions, and naturally needs to iterate how sad/bad/mad this is; the nod that passed our attention in the group finds 15 lines of prose here. If I were the president today, I'd filter out every conversation over the incident on the net, and headbutt those doing the same on the streets. I have seen the junta react here in Delhi, and there is ZERO concern, its rather a scholarly exercise. It's almost a leisure activity where one would state a gruesome fact and others' awestruck faces and the agreeing nod would give something to remember about, the 'awakening' of the the people and the 'patriotic' feeling. And it's not just Delhi that has this construed reaction, even the city of Mumbai that mourns has little concern - which is why they were dancing on the streets when it had just been assured over 3 days how impotent their country is, how easy it is to reduce it to anarchy.

Our plight is that there is nothing we can do; my infuriation slowly turns to empathy for the bystander. They can weep, they can panic, they can dance, they can analyse, they can joke, all without reservations - like the newspapers described: it's a "reality show". The whole drama had been so long drawn out that after the initial disgust at our national security, followed by rounds of trauma over those inside, there was no other 'emergency' emotion left, then we tied our banal lives to a public show of sympathy - just like the generic ideal citizen would. Conformity. Right now they are attending the funeral of some of our top cops for the same reason.

At least its been learnt that sympathy is induced by a shocking change of circumstances - shocking, as in, that one second you are sipping soda and the next you are in bits, like that in a blast, not like in a gun chase. I remember seeing a greater sympathy among the people of Delhi when the Mumbai blasts took place; even my neighbour almost seemed touched. I leave out those with the best of friends or blood relatives getting entangled in this incident, they do remain genuine in their emotions and tears.
Sympathy can also be derived by forcing oneself to consider living the moment that others had been through, like when you harmlessly try choking yourself after a friend commits suicide. I bet half the people forced themselves to think being a hostage trapped in a burning building, to finally send me-too-sympathises messages across. "Yes, we understand their situation now. We just initiated our own neurosis by imagining the same." It's quite a leisure when you can do that and have a good sleep after that.
The process of evoking sympathy is almost a fraud; a psychosis.

Now we stand puzzled as to what to do. This is not an earthquake where I can rush with my friends to join some rescue team and save humanity; this is not an isolated bomb blast where I can offer my services at the scene of crime or make donations and save humanity. The only thing I can possibly do is feel a definite hate against those who are responsible for making our national forces what they are today - us. The ATS/IB/NSG delays/goofups were partly because they were lacking training and equipment; and all that comes from the nation's reserves, which itself comes from the taxpayer's money. They are the _only ones_ who can do a thing about this, and they were lacking. Everything that was required over these days had to come from us, and our con game with the government finally got a face now.

ps: perhaps the only concern i could perceive came from a friend calling in early hours of the morning (whom I couldn't comprehend anyways), and another asking me to travel alert and safe.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Overnight

I'm net-happy again. After repeated complaints to and assurances from MTNL folks, yet having nobody show up, I took the law duplex wire in my own hand. And now its fixed - working, rather, since I have no clue what sets it right. It has something to do with just going near the little plastic box they've installed and pretending to tighten its screws even when they are already so; do that and it starts working again. Maybe my modem is some narcissistic living organism. My blood boils when even technology comes under the जुगाङू umbrella - the way how everything in India works.

Will now diverge frm what I was gonna say since the gravity of the Mumbai incident is settling in, its beyond imagination. The last I'd checked on it - when Rohit called up from Mumbai to convey that he was alright, there were 'some unknown blasts' in south of Mumbai which had about 10 confirmed dead. Now there are 87 dead (our Anti Terror Squad chief included), 200 injured and 5 star hotels and hospitals being held hostage. Its been over 7 hours since and as the situation becomes more vivid to viewers like us, it gets even gruesome. New blasts, new blood. The country will have bitter fodder as it wakes up. It's sad.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Scalding Hot

Good start to today. Had a bath with scalding hot water - the (masochistic?) sensation is somewhat like being pierced with needles and gives my sensory nerves something to do after hours of nothingness. This was something diametrically opposite to having bath with freezing cold water at Kedarnath (where I had the distinction of being the only one not squealing - as if being violated - upon pouring the first mug of water). If nothing, hot water gives good blog ideas. Too bad that the human body doesn't expand upon application of heat the way Kerala papads and corn do, or half the world's spam email problem would've gone away.
After bath came a cup of tea, after which a bi-monthly shaving routine followed. The tea just got over. The shave was a long affair which, again, required warm water. Also on display were the greatest standards of दरिद्रता as it has been eons that I last switched razors, mainly because I can't foresee a shave until right when I'd feel like it. As a result of this ignorance, the process that generally takes those Gillette men the length of an ad-film requires sitting through a soap opera in my case. But am quite sure I'll be equipped with a new one in another 6 months time. Positive.

There isn't much to complain, since its an early start, but for the fact that it's 1AM in the morning, and that I'm trailing by about 18 hours. The day that went by saw my great contributions in haggling with Dell over a replacement battery, fixing up the telephone line, tanning one half of myself by sitting at the threshold line of the room sideways, making lumpy chocolate sauce (later combining it into something awesome), tinkering with some javascript code, and - not to forget - sleep accompanied with vague dreams. Delhi isn't cold, but people say so; I'll assume it is since I can generate fog with my breath now.

Had a talk with a friend, to whom the latest "whats up" is being in the fringes of a relationship with a ballerina instructor. The talk then led to the fact that everybody is upto nothing. People are holed up inside their homes with the same eat-watch-sleep routine for months now. In objective ways we all are on the same field, feeling deserted by the companies who filled us with great promises; maybe we can play football that we're there.

ps: a dedication to the cute mongrel standing against my friend's car window, attracted by the smell of meat, oblivious to my presence inside. a dedication to the friend as well, since it was his birthday that we were celebrating then.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Be more discrete

Just when I was having a hunch that everything I see and come across are in a way expression of what is going on inside of me, or at least with me having a role to play, I had to come across a psychological term "Projection" where "...one attributes one’s own unacceptable or unwanted thoughts or/and emotions to others". Now I sit with a sullen face, since my 'conscious' now sees my 'subconscious' as being perverted and obsessing about relationships. I knew I had it coming, a moment when the rubber arrows (रबड़ ती्र रूपी सोच) I sent off into space would deflect back and lodge into my nostrils (नासिका छिद्र). I shouldn't have thought too much in the first place.

So now I'll feel guilty for no reason, just like when any of my landlady's questioning makes me feel like I'm hiding nuclear material or running a porn empire from my room...Wait, is that even a valid analogy?

Read the wikipedia article, thats pretty much it. Now I'll live with a realisation that everything and everyone I rant about - even Paris Hilton - or feel is wrong, attribute to my own insecurities.. I blew it.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Accompanied a friend to Nehru Place, _the_ computer hub of Delhi, today, in consideration that he'd been so kind as to remind me that it was his birthday as well as throw me (and others) a treat at Pizza Hut (the pizzas are still mediocre). He's got a good contact in NP with whom he always deals with - and who seems to be in awe of him, and that's where we headed to. To much irritation, him and the shopkeeper guy started discussing marriage. This was after my friend had found a doodle that could duplicate SIM cards (which is illegal), and went mad over the powers it would give him. It was unbelievable - a geek moment followed by a bland, trite human one! Are things right? Did every elder I know get like this at some stage, or just that such repressed-manner girl talk the new fad born from those Arjun Rampal and Ritesh Deshmukh movies?

So they continue talking about how marriage suffocates and how it suddenly throws 'responsibilities' that are difficult to manage. I guess that's why they remain - and should remain - unmarried, since they can't possibly imagine such a contingency and since they treat women like objects to be dragged along 'for the rest of their lives'. Asses. My friend invented an ex-girlfriend right there to add flavour, as well as made clear his inclination towards arranged marriage. The shopkeeper had apparently been to a bachelor's party the previous night, which is why the topic was so 'hot' for him to push into discussion. After much effort I was able to push my friend back into the SIM card doodle madness. But another day collecting evidence of how badly some people want to cuddle up and have babies by this age/stage.

Not really justifying why I continue staying in Delhi. Not for this, surely.

ps: bachelor's party in India basically means having lots of alcohol at a friend's place or a bar (if can be afforded) or somewhere outside with the car parked on a lonely stretch, and alongside freaking out over how things would change soon, when in fact they won't.

rightnow: doing nothing. still irritated over net disconnections, have temporarily resorted to a data card. irritated over having wasted 2 hours of my life watching "Get Smart". bruised my left trying to rip apart one half of a coconut - did succeed. contemplating dinner and music. the water must've turned cold, had planned a bath.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Hey boy Hey girl

Much of the times I've been out with friends lately, talks have descended towards girls/relationships. I guess that's a part of the growing up - relationships talks become the new sedation. Earlier it used to be cricket, physics and computers when in school; then football, computers, movies, pornography and travel when in college. It seems everybody just reached a state of nothingness - no college, no books, no expansive (male) friends circuit, no dramatic cricket matches, no fads - and had time to think about this stuff. They must be growing addicted to it, for they like to discuss it scholarly - like a science phenomenon, endless conjectures and corollaries. Earlier we used to wind out dissecting Tendulkar's scoring record, only now its shifted to dissecting girls' behavioral characteristics - things whose understanding might help one score. We have finally come to being boys, if not men, right?

Now our group has people that bring experience to the table - one with a violent break-up, only to see a growing friction lately, one who ended things for no reason and still remains befuddled, one who has come to HATE the loner breed of girls, one who has everything in him but for the acceptance of a single girl (among the several he's approached), one with a much amusing marriage proposal to credit, and one thankful that chocolate exists and can be easily had, unlike a relationship. My basic role here is either providing with purely factual information, or going hysteric over their wild generalisations and countering them - 'breeding rationality' is how I think of it. Its quite fun to break into debates over our models of the female side based from such personal experiences. And its scary to see how people are shaped by malicious generalisations, and distinctions between 'man'/'woman' behavior. I, probably, don't contribute much for the same reason - have got no such delusional models, yet am pulled in coz of a swashbuckling recent history.
I hope some of us would catch hold of their hormones and save them for the actual moment. Will try introducing something even more sedate, maybe job talk or food or ontology? Why don't I know anybody that wants to get into finding out the meaning of life and such?

ps: post title dedicated to "The Chemical Brothers"
rightnow: finished a cup of coffee - first time that bru was palatable, listening to chemical brothers now that I used their song title for my blog post, the net is frequently disconnecting and I'm highly irritated at that, nothing much to look at or think about except for bipasha's circuitry and possibly my debut bribe tomorrow.

Still OK

Well, its been a long time since the last I posted. That post left on a dangerous note, but I'm still alive; the next two days that followed unfolded with perfection, and had its share of moments; both panic and serenity. It was the coolest thank-god-that-ended-alright adventure besides Leh. The amusing part comes when I try to share the experience: those villages - Padampuri, Guniyalekh, Chyurigaad, Kalagarhi, Babiyaar, Bhodia, Tilwadi, Lugar - are on such unknown tracts that nobody can create a mental map, hence they can't figure out a thing, like what kind of lands we were on or what history lies behind these, hence the anecdotes/photos fail to build much interest.

So much for that, I'll still upload the photos on the gallery. Have already created a reference, yet to make the gallery public.

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Straight from the Scene of Adventure

Writing this sitting in the village of Guniyalekh, 12000ft up in the air, and 30km away from an equipped civilization. Village scenes bring up a romantic image; but this doesn't fall for any of those adjectives. Here it isn't rustic or idyllic, it is WILD. Right now there are at least two man-eating tigers operating in the Kumaon region, and their territory can range over a large area, especially these - both the villages of Padampuri and Kala Agar/Kalagarhi that lie on either side of us accounted for kills in the times of Jim Corbett. It is after dark that I'm writing this; there are only sleeping forests of pine and oak to give company; the stretch of road down the sight lies empty, except for the odd farmer or two awaiting the arrival of a mini-truck to carry their farm produce to the lower regions of Haldwani. We - me and my baby brother - reached here just a little while ago, trekking up our hill in the pale light of tonight's moon; it was great luck that we managed to reach here after setting out as late as 1700 from Bhowali.

It is darker now. Cold out here but not the kind that freezes your bones. It is a rare moment that the heavenly lights - the stars - outnumber the terrestrial ones; here it is so. A mere 6 household lights on this hill and 8 on the hill facing ours put a dull challenge to the millions of stars above; dim lights of Dhari in far distance are optimistic, yet a detachment. The night sky is as clear as can be and drapes around the landscape like a fabric; only in Lansdowne have I seen better. I just caught my first meteor (that I can vividly recall) - a renegade in the form of a white ball streaking through the blackness at almost my eye level. People immediately follow up with fancy wishes, I followed up with the thought of why anybody would do so upon the annihilation of an object that has traveled millions of miles through the space and holds many secrets for the sciences.

Standing outside on the porch was unsettling. The thought of a carnivore lurking in the vicinity eats your head. It's not the scare for me, it's the anticipation that does it, followed by heroic tales spun in the mind while staring into the blackness. Fact remains that this region has dense forests and there is a certified population of carnivore, but a good number of shikaar (ghoral, kakar, wild fowl etc) to keep them disciplined.

The lightbulb count has further reduced to 4. I'll also take to the bed and await sleep after and exhausting day packed with adventure.