Dream & Reality

Dwelling on a dreamy plain, one never ceases to miss the glimpses of an extravaganza. The fusion of cosmic elements surges with faith born out of clouds of thought. Reality laughs at this spectacle. Dream is bound to be burdened with heavy thought clouds with pain raining through eyes. It piles up agonies on self when encountered with reality. Was it really meant compounding one with sorrow, grim hopes? Well the dreamers fox wicked ways of reality to their own kingdom, where the latter’s compelled to stand up to its command. Never a sunny day for those who demarcate the two aspects, while merriment in bounty for those who view both dream and reality as one.

  Dream and reality – separate phenomenons ,still very much in common. Each creates ,nurtures and consolidates the other. Those fellas who creep on thorns laid by reality aspire to dream. A dream that shines upon cold, shivering bodies as a source of warmth. To back this with a story will be an interesting idea. Ages ago, a farmer cultivated single crop, for him a single season was there to sweat on the field. One night when he closed his eyes he found his waist covered in mud in a season considered awkward for sowing seeds. He ploughed through the field, curiously watching the earthworm’s motion. He was amazed to see a small creeping creature engrossed in the same activity again and again. The creature repeatedly got into the mud and emerged covered with more mud than previous occasion. The farmer desired to ape the creature. At that time he breathed his dream and contemplated multiple harvesting. The dream assigned him of an arduous task to stock his godown to hilt throughout the year that even air will be devoid of a space to fit in.

  That farmer’s dream revolutionized multiple cropping, which after being imbibed by many since ages has lost figments of a dream. People have bracketed his discovery as a simple cat and mouse game which anybody can dominate. Wake up to your senses and not just nullify the farmer’s stupendous dream. It’s just that thousands of years have graced it with an attire of reality.

   The story helps us to unravel those mysteries suffusing human lot in their own backyard. Their practical approach is all but synergy to a dream dreamt by someone long ago. It’s tough to break loose from the shackles of their own web. This web contains amalgamation of minds so determined and selfish enough in judgment of a gamble played by dreamers. As results get afloat winners are adorned with golden bracelets while the loser condemned to corner. The gutsy loser has stones hurled at him but he overwhelms it with utter disdain. He is ready to taste the nectar again in that dreamy meadow to bounce back to transform his reality.

  The triumphant- who realize his dream, has strings of followers making no lapses in reducing it to reality. That’s the way human nature works. It brings down all above it to its own ground zero level. The victor roams in quest for limitless glory with hoards of crawling lot behind. While the dreamer sprints on his path the crawlers bleed behind them. For can the latter complain? By being deaf, dumb and blind to dreams. It’s foolish to credit this failing lot as crusaders of reality- as reality is born out of dreams and not manipulated followings.

Media Buzz during 2009 elections

Shiva please dance again

Sounds weird though it makes sense out of aimless foot tappings of our democratic framework.  Media succeeds in making extraordinary out of nothing. Phrases like” dance of democracy” has been coined keeping in view of Trp ratings and added mollahs to be raked in from advertising. Every institution seems to be alarmed with a purpose to multiply their presence. Every action is but extension of a long cherished desire to strengthen financial muscles that can be flexed in future. Suddenly these agencies have created envy in eyes of those teens yet to hit eighteen. This innocent lot are cursing god for ruining their prospects of casting ballot to what appears to be “election of all elections”.

  These Jago re campaigns which roped in a cinematic stalwart like Aamir Khan with an aim of doing nothing but to take you to polling booths and let democracy take its own course. A farmer flooded with difficulties can’t find it all evaporated by the virtue of a website appeal. Meanwhile relaxed soul like us rewards these internet sites with multiple clicks and a staggering profit. Since Stone Age no business is undertaken if by any chance loss looms over it. Broadcasting from an air-conditioned room is what any Tom, Dick and Harry can do. Yeah there are handfuls of those reporters who have a firsthand field experience, but don’t they deliberately do it as source of subsistence and an elusive opportunity to be on national television.

  Media is nothing but a politician’s wardrobe. Options available in print and electronic media are many suits through which they present themselves to people. I bow down to this sublime power of audio-visual medium which thrusts needy lot for a choice. A choice incapable of adding colors to their life but definitely the one creating futile bubbles in their neurons. These bubbles have busted sooner than expected. 1952 was a time when the game originated and has gained in momentum every five years. Below poverty line population has spread swifter than any contagious disease. Issues like food, shelter, clothing, electricity, unemployment have been substituted with political gimmicks. Media played its role in handing maximum exposure to politician’s vulgar games.

It’s a friendship that’s need driven.   It’s well known fact that Shiva destroyed the universe and Brahma created it afterwards. I wish he does same for our democracy and enlighten it and the mediums promoting it. Only then will be justice done to the process known as universal adult franchise.

2008, During Recession

Is a hello possible?

Jobs, jobs, jobs, when are they coming out of hibernation – like a swollen frog amassing flabs owing to tireless eating and sleeping regimen. It has intrigued me with no answer. Successive visits to interview parlors have made it even more complex. These parlors are head and shoulders above the so called beauty parlors, for the former is scarcely located and only a handful comes out with a successful “cut”. More agonies bless those who can’t exchange greetings with public sector.

  Random marches under the sun with a file of achievements to knock at the doors deliberately closed, always turn futile. Sweaty palms rewards this excursion with a threat to erode its possession – academic fulfillments over two decades. Stained shirts of job aspirants enthused the FMCG giants to go ahead with volume productions of a new product in soaps and detergents category – ‘cuffs and collars’.

  It boils down to the age-old cherished goal to be a jewel in the crown of public sector. It has finally got its due. Now it’s in with a chance to show its prowess in snubbing those who passed through it without a care. The bait is well orchestral. First it creates an air of invitation through numerous vacancies. The maximum impact of the game is felt at the application counter when the modified eligibility criteria darts through our unadorned chest. Fallen flat and out, we are but a Pomeranian rejected by its keeper and a cold stray dog community waiting to tear it apart.

  Outright rejection even without a customary hello is to our utter dismay. Governmental jobs are like a Rolls Royce whose window shopping requires gut out of an individual of dwindling credentials. They play hide and seek with the proud sales staff in embarrassment of their diminutive figure. Swarms of job seekers tread endlessly on a path demarcating public and private jobs. It’s just that he can’t say hello to any side. Seems that this global meltdown has to once again freeze to a snowy mountain of economic prosperity where everyone will have some role to fit in. until then keep looking at the government of India symbol with astonishment.