Yanni said it was important to love one another. Said it was important to at least learn to tolerate each other so we could live in peace. It so happens some people don't even want to see your face and you end up wondering what you are worth after oh so many years of a sort of peaceful co-existence in civilization. Are you that bad an animal if you're so utterly incapable of some decent friends. But then there's the ideology that it's the 'type' of friends you make and not the number. Couldn't have agreed more right at this very moment. What else can explain being surrounded by animosities. You find yourself standing at the altar and being told you have mortally wounded someone to the heart while you have just claimed that person is inert to all feeling originating from you. You have tried laughing. That worked a while. You tried crying. That ended a mess. Actually not so much a mess because you have heard that person say it is not something he would like to see. You are gently touched by that one utterance. You begin to think it wasn't so bad an idea after all. Then you begin introspecting together. And bang! There she blows. You speak the truth, no one wants to listen. You suffer constant bouts of self doubts and insecurities as it already was. Now you are just subject to more such taunting feelings. You feel like a wreck. You are not satisfied with what you find yourself doing. What is it that you would rather want to do. You have long forgotten those secret urges of self exhibitionism; you're not in touch with that 'you' anymore. You don't know what you want. You don't know what you can or can not. You end up wondering was this all just anther ride; just another experience to shatter you. For that matter, aren't you already shattered? What is left of you, can it be shattered. What is it that you are exactly going through. You only feel the impact of it. You don't quite understand what has happened to you. What you have felt. What you ought to have felt perhaps. All you are left with are wreckages of something that probably was, or was it? You don't know anything anymore. You just sit and wonder. You sit and wonder, if you have a point to make. If you're really on your way to proving something. If you're really on the road to somewhere and not bound to a hypothetical la la land. What is the point in question here. Is it an analysis cum step by step guide to what you felt as you kept going in, into whatever 'that' was or wasn't. Is it a handbook on such rides. If it was a handbook, what are the rules. Do we play by any. Should we play by any. What a muse..
Monday, February 11, 2008
Friday, January 4, 2008
Another Hullabaloo to No Avail
Welcome 2008 and what is the first news item greeting us? - Rape of 2 women in the country's safest city for women. Splendid beginning, what say? The media persons are on a roll about it and cant seem to get enough. Who can blame them, they need their bread too. Okay. So another disaster to the womenfolk. Another indication of ironical regression of a sense of security to a woman in a world thats supposed to be developing at a dizzying pace. And you have the usual mindless comments from political bigwigs - What were they doing at that time of the night outside the safe precincts of their homes? - Why were they dressed the way they were? - Why were they drinking? - Couldn't they help themselves out? - Couldn't they scream out for help?
One. If a woman has no security on the roads of her own country at an hour when celebrations are going on, I don't see the logic behind her being secure amidst four walls. If people can get away with saying this now, there WILL come a day when they'll say four walls are not sufficient. A Woman needs to be safely stashed away in an iron locker. Are we to be caged for the lack of moral strain in a increasingly male dominated society? Is celebration at a midnight hour when the whole world is celebration not for a Woman because she is a woman?
Two. What the ruddy hell of a difference does a dress make? We have all heard of assaults on women all through, irrespective of the dresses they sported - be it a salwar, saree, burqa, jeans or skirts. A woman, no matter what she wears, is just that, a WOMAN, an object of carnal infliction for an imbalanced male mind.
Three. We talk increasingly of a changing and developing world. Of being a Cosmopolitan society. Of changes and developments happening at every blink. We, being a part of that globalisation, owing to our multi cultural and secular composition, have varied reactions to this globalisation. We are a set of people with different and vastly differing opinions, on all of what is happening in and around us. So how on earth can people imagine a thunderingly singular opinion on ways of chilling out, excuse the juvenile expression, relaxing? Drinking is to some as a cola would be to others. To each his own. Who are you to sit on judgment?
Forget the whole idea of it being a woman at the victim's end, for a minute. Imagine a guy, stranded in a lonely bus stop at an ungodly hour, after say, a day's work, and waiting to get back home. He's spotted by a band of, say 10 odd men, hooligans, if I may say so, who see an opportunity of looting the guy, without much resistance from him. And so they make their move. Unless this was a scene from a typical bollywood or telugu movie, I see no bloody way, the guy would be able to help himself out of this, even if he ran for all he was worth. The chances are slim. Then HOW on earth should a woman, scientifically proven to be physically, relatively less endowed, when pitched against "70" odd men, help herself? She should do a Michelle Yeoh, I suppose? Though I can't really imagine how that'll help, unless perhaps coupled with a PT.Usha.
I don't believe this. Two women are molested. In public. On a day of Universal revelry and celebration. No sympathies are extended to their states of mind. The degrading moral fiber of the society is not introspected upon. The people responsible for this have not all been brought under focus. And here we are, trying to defend our stance, for being women and for our dresses??!! GOD SAVE THIS DEMOCRATIC, SECULAR, DEVELOPING COUNTRY.
One. If a woman has no security on the roads of her own country at an hour when celebrations are going on, I don't see the logic behind her being secure amidst four walls. If people can get away with saying this now, there WILL come a day when they'll say four walls are not sufficient. A Woman needs to be safely stashed away in an iron locker. Are we to be caged for the lack of moral strain in a increasingly male dominated society? Is celebration at a midnight hour when the whole world is celebration not for a Woman because she is a woman?
Two. What the ruddy hell of a difference does a dress make? We have all heard of assaults on women all through, irrespective of the dresses they sported - be it a salwar, saree, burqa, jeans or skirts. A woman, no matter what she wears, is just that, a WOMAN, an object of carnal infliction for an imbalanced male mind.
Three. We talk increasingly of a changing and developing world. Of being a Cosmopolitan society. Of changes and developments happening at every blink. We, being a part of that globalisation, owing to our multi cultural and secular composition, have varied reactions to this globalisation. We are a set of people with different and vastly differing opinions, on all of what is happening in and around us. So how on earth can people imagine a thunderingly singular opinion on ways of chilling out, excuse the juvenile expression, relaxing? Drinking is to some as a cola would be to others. To each his own. Who are you to sit on judgment?
Forget the whole idea of it being a woman at the victim's end, for a minute. Imagine a guy, stranded in a lonely bus stop at an ungodly hour, after say, a day's work, and waiting to get back home. He's spotted by a band of, say 10 odd men, hooligans, if I may say so, who see an opportunity of looting the guy, without much resistance from him. And so they make their move. Unless this was a scene from a typical bollywood or telugu movie, I see no bloody way, the guy would be able to help himself out of this, even if he ran for all he was worth. The chances are slim. Then HOW on earth should a woman, scientifically proven to be physically, relatively less endowed, when pitched against "70" odd men, help herself? She should do a Michelle Yeoh, I suppose? Though I can't really imagine how that'll help, unless perhaps coupled with a PT.Usha.
I don't believe this. Two women are molested. In public. On a day of Universal revelry and celebration. No sympathies are extended to their states of mind. The degrading moral fiber of the society is not introspected upon. The people responsible for this have not all been brought under focus. And here we are, trying to defend our stance, for being women and for our dresses??!! GOD SAVE THIS DEMOCRATIC, SECULAR, DEVELOPING COUNTRY.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
MBA Bandwagon Ahoy!!
Would wonders never cease? Its management here, management there, management everywhere. Every other Tom, Dick and Harry I come across every other day is either into, or contemplating an MBA or its equivalent. What does all this hype boil down to? A realization of how inadequate and unarmed we are, to manage our respective lives and careers? Our incapability of honor and commitment to a priorly chosen field? A dying pang to blend in with the rest? A sheer materialistic craving? - Which of these is driving our nation's youngsters to incessantly dream, money eyed, of an MBA at an premier institution and a plush office surroundings where they sit and manage somebody else's affairs! Irony of ironies? I couldn't agree more. Management is an art and a science, I read, in my very first class on that subject. Indeed. It is the science of managing people, places, situations, objects and all other such imaginables, artistically. Excuse the romanticism. Management Training, is a good thing. Its perhaps the best thing that can happen to a nation grappling with the pace at which the world's economies are progressing (or regressing) and their respective currencies are changing hands. And seeing where our professionals from the various segments and sectors are elemental and instrumental in these transactions, it is indeed important they understand how they're affecting the economy and are in turn being affected by it, to understand where they stand, in the circle, the chain. More than just that. Ethically speaking, a thorough and exhaustive and morally complete management training should equip these professionals with the knowledge of the significance and underlying potential of their respective professions to the nation. It should aid them at managing their primary careers efficiently and capitalize on their technical abilities, using their newly acquired managerial skills, to add more value, to their profession, and to the nation as a whole, subsequently. But what do we see happening? An engineer graduating from a premier institute, in engineering, sitting through a management course and landing himself a job in managing some so-and-so's finances. A doctor, spending some six odd years of his life for an ambitionhe nurtured since his early years, of healing people, sitting for management training. And consulting an MNC on revamping their strategic approaches! What is the world coming to?
In today's fast paced society, a multiple skill set is increasingly becoming a pressing prerequisite. Multi tasking is the need of the hour. It is important for us to be able to fit into multiple hats and portray those respectively requisite multiple skill sets and fit into our roles seamlessly. Agreed. But what is the justification for giving up a passion that was dreamt of, envisioned, struggled for, for years on end, for the pursuit of a relatively more materialistically comfortable living. A good bargain, is this? Isn't this perpetuation of materialism under the facade of multiple skill set acquisition? The very ideas of commitment and passion seem drab and fall flat against such shifty preferences of an indecisive youth. Then how is work ethic gaged, in this setting.
These people religiously tread in the norms laid by their former generations with a scientifically inclined zeitgeist. They manage to fulfill someone's ambitions for them. And then, halfway through something somewhere strikes them that they are not doing what they would have perhaps chosen to do, under a different set of independent circumstances. Independent in it, that they remain unhindered by anybody's opinion but the decision maker's. Then is a Management course really an eye opener, catering to one's introspective needs of assessment of self worth and one's natural inclination? Is this the right means? Who can answer..
In today's fast paced society, a multiple skill set is increasingly becoming a pressing prerequisite. Multi tasking is the need of the hour. It is important for us to be able to fit into multiple hats and portray those respectively requisite multiple skill sets and fit into our roles seamlessly. Agreed. But what is the justification for giving up a passion that was dreamt of, envisioned, struggled for, for years on end, for the pursuit of a relatively more materialistically comfortable living. A good bargain, is this? Isn't this perpetuation of materialism under the facade of multiple skill set acquisition? The very ideas of commitment and passion seem drab and fall flat against such shifty preferences of an indecisive youth. Then how is work ethic gaged, in this setting.
These people religiously tread in the norms laid by their former generations with a scientifically inclined zeitgeist. They manage to fulfill someone's ambitions for them. And then, halfway through something somewhere strikes them that they are not doing what they would have perhaps chosen to do, under a different set of independent circumstances. Independent in it, that they remain unhindered by anybody's opinion but the decision maker's. Then is a Management course really an eye opener, catering to one's introspective needs of assessment of self worth and one's natural inclination? Is this the right means? Who can answer..
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