Category Archives: Septemblog
Posts from the September month
It had been ages since I rode on a Rickshaw. Never knew, this ride was going to be so inspiring, as such to give me my next blogpost. They say, “Old is Gold.” But as each day auto-technology improves, the Old Hand-pulled Rickshaw is not really the Gold we are looking for. But yesterday’s ride was precious. 24-Karot or not, is for you to decide.
So what is in The Rickshaw Ride that I am beating around the bush so much? I mean, Rickshaws? Seriously? A photo of the Mercedes will get 1000 times the like as compared to the number of views on a post on Rickshaws. But yes, Rickshaw it is.
No tinted windows were the reason I could easily look on my sides, watch the pale-faced children running naked, watch the rice being cooked in a shape-less utensil, watch the poor beg, beg for a living. Why only now do I see them? Where they have all been all this while? Huh. Where will they even go? They have been there, forever. It is because this time I could not have my windows up and be ignorant of them. It is because this time the vehicle did not just whiz past the lane. Slowly did the Rickshaw move, and slowly did I watch a life, which lied outside my world of luxuries. It was only this day that I came out of those luxuries and came along this reckoning.
No aux input. There wasn’t any loud music. Just the loud frustrations of people which I could now hear. I could now hear the children crying. Was it for their wants were not being fulfilled? Or was it because they now know that their need cannot be fulfilled? No loud music, just a sad tune.
The gutters and the water-pits from over which, the car used to race past creating showers from below were now where the Rickshaw got stuck. There was the Rickshaw-wala bare-footed pulling the Rickshaw with all his strength on this very road with the gutters and the water pits. The heavy rain had just stopped, which had him pulling the Rickshaw as dirt and mud covered his foot. A few meters seem so tiring for us, and this man pulled kgs for a kilometer or two without complaining. If he wants to complain, who will he complain to? Life isn’t easy. These are the people who are just living, just enough to not die. In our material and luxurious world, where nobody seems to be having any time, how will we even consider their position? Just like in a car, we keep up with our fast-paced life, ignore and carry on.
I am a blogger, not a hypocrite. This doesn’t make me any social service worker and neither moves me towards charity or forces any actions in me for them. Let us be practical. My actions or inactions is not helping Poverty. The Rickshaw Ride wasn’t a mode of discovery to these happenings. The Rickshaw Ride was a reckoning.
“Kitne shidhat se maine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai ki harr zarre ne mujhe tumse milaane ki saazish ki hai. Kehte hai agar kisi cheez ko dil se chaaho, toh poori kaaynat usse tumse milaane ki koshish mei lag jaati hai.” – Shahrukh Khan.
“Jis shidhhat se maine book uthaane ki koshish ki hai ki harr lafz ne mujhe sulaane ki saazish ki hai. Agar kabhi dil se padhne jao, toh poori kaaynat tumhe usse hataane ki koshish mei lag jaati hai.” – Reality.
Cousins are going for dinner. After ages, friends are playing cricket in the building, the movie channels are screening your favourite movie and whatsapp and facebook with their natural evil. All is there when you confine yourself to closed doors and open books. Life is amazingly beautiful. The grass is greener than any day before but you are only limited to hay. All temptations pulling you away, till the time you are hanging in the middle of nowhere with failure hanging over your head. If no temptations work, sleep will. Nothing can be as horrifying a moment as that when you wake up from sleep while preparing for an exam. “shit man. Hum soo kaise gaya.” and then you check for the time. Cased.
This topic cannot be passed with only a few words on whatsapp and facebook. “Yeh batti waale macchar hote hai. Batti jalaaoge toh aayenge hi. Padhai karoge toh aayenge hi aayenge” They are the constant evil.
Facebook is home to countdowns. “One down, four to go.” One of those status, in which an individual finds solace, maybe. And then, Facebook is home to hopeless newsfeeds which are now so interesting suddenly.
The tale of Whatsapp is the best. Whatsapp is a portal of fake promises. Whatsapp statuses during exams will always be “Do not Text. Urgent Calls Only” or “off whatsapp, studying.”
Last seen seconds ago. Period.
I remember my middle school hindi lessons calling the mind as chakravyuh, which is a circular formation which is never constant and always rotating. And so, cheers to all the deep thoughts and dwellings that one gets into while studying. All the spirituality of life comes only in two situations – One, when you bath. Second, while studying.
And once this Mind is let to run, it is difficult to bring it back again. Yes, the breaks. Because, study breaks cannot be only limited to Kit-Kat, it involves a bit of chatting, eating, phone calls and shit. There are sometimes when these breaks are bigger than the actual study time.
The Whole Number Theory: It is 12:42 during a break. The whole number theory suggests that you should resume again from 1:00.
The Anti-Forecast Theory: One will never start or complete studying on the projected time. This 1:00 gets dragged till 1:15.
Study breaks are a time when the mind gets randomly attracted to anything and everything and this continues even once you have got back to studies. Just before my accounts exam, I was watching the Spider’s Movement along the wall for 10 minutes. That is how random it is.
Still, the spider was fun to watch.
The aggregate result of all of it stated above? In my case, it will be a parents call, soon to happen for failing in Accounts and Maths. Half-yealies just got over. #BoardYear. 😦
“Pyaar Mohabbat Dhoka hai. Padhle Beta Mauka hai.
Ae Dil, Maan meri baat. Padhle Zara”
It needs to be dark, for the stars to shine.
Only in the cold harsh weather,
grow the tall evergreen pine.
Need to swim through the floods,
before I resume walking on lush green fields.
Need to wade through violent waves,
to have dew drops, later, under my feet.
In the quicksand, like life is stuck.
Hours are dull, Days so muck.
Life is tough, and tough is luck.
I shall brave the dark, the cold weather,
the floods, and the violent waves.
Never stop. Keep going,
to meet the light at the end of the cave.