India Nostalgia


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He reached his office in 10 minutes. Five minutes before the clock struck 8. He had defeated time once more. A familiar world of computer screens, guzzling printers and alert eyes watching the screens greeted him. He sat down at his desk, sliped for a cup of coffee and began burning his eyes staring hard at the monitor. He alternated between the file on his table and that on his laptop. He looked at the phone with lights blinking alert for voicemails on display. He scribbles few notes and manipulated a third time his \”to-do\” priority list. He minimized the windows on his laptop screen and stared at the desktop. The wallpaper was a collage of him and his family and friends. He remembers about the good time he had at his native for the vacation few months back.

He quckily realized the load of work he has to finish before he could rest. But soon, there rings an alarm from a stomach that is too hungry, a mind that is tired and a conscience that is slightly weak . Sleep, the angel with a lullaby on her lips visited and broke the clockwork. She asked him to dream. He obeyed and stood at Yogeshwar (kiosk) enjoying his 2 katting chai with bun butter and hurried to Adhsath Panchoter (6875 – Rikshaw) and reached the railway station. He hurries towards the platform but takes a sudden halt, his face looked tensed and he starts checking all his pockets. He started running in opposite direction and stops at Mastana for his double_sev_marke Dabeli. With a smile of satisfaction, he stands at the platform waiting for his Queen (Train). Like a ray of hope, he sees a glowing light at a far distance marching towards him with proud aggression. His desperation to meet faces wearing laughters and glittering gestures was prominently seen in his restlessly tapping legs. There were more running legs and chaotic spread of emotions. As Queen passed by, a strong gush of air and dust came along with it. He could barely keep his eyes open. He struggled and tried harder and finally he succedded but now he sensed a strange calmness,… it was the same world of paper, pen and computers. Yeah… the angel …she had quietly slipped away.

The creature in his soul frowned again. And he realizes.. he is again missing his part of the world.. where he belongs.

Well this story would not be different to most of us. I wonder how stupid we were at INDSA (Indian Student Association) when we created a tag-line for our banner – Creating Home Away from Home ! Did we succeed ? YAH RIGHT !… in my dreams may be !

But however may my world differ from yours, with all the inflated egos digging my gravity – it will still be mine.. forever !

(On a bright news flash – Supreme Court: Reservations can not be permanent)

 

H A P P Y I N D E P E N D E N C E  D A Y !!!

LOVE YOU INDIA !

Shah / Nirav ™
© Copyrights 2007 Nirav Shah. Some rights Reserved !

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The God Delusion (my version)


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WORLD:

The world is like a manifold of truth and despair. Viewing angles have changed and so has the understanding. It muses me when I think of how we have changed this world. Michael Friedman describes the evasive technological advancement the world has gone through and he conviniently puts it in his book titled \”The world is Flat\”. Have we really made such huge impact on the world ? With whose consent ? GOD ?

GOD (?):

Ahh GOD ! I dont know why I always feel skeptic about existence of GOD. Ever since man has walked on earth, he is hard and cynical about life. His only goal is to make a difference in his world. He tries to change the very world that he, at times, claims to be created by the GOD – THE PERFECTIONIST.

Man (He):

A strange creature that walks on earth. Always trying to do something new and change the existing lifestyle in endless search for better. He surrndered the soothing gentle comforts of mother nature for steel/concrete jungle and limiting himself in a 10×10 cubicle and started calling himself \’Civilized\’. Yes, he did succeed, he changed the world, atleast his part of it.

This civilized man refused to adapt himself to HIS environment. Instead, he prefered his environment to suit him. He also built cities, roads, vehicles, machinery. But he didn\’t know when to stop. The more he improved his surroundings to make life easier the more complicated he made it. Now our generation is sentenced to 10 to 15 years of school, just to learn how to survive in this complex and hazardous habitat. Those who don\’t are then called \’uncivilized\’. While the civilized man, who refused to adapt this surroundings now finds he has to adapt and re-adapt continuously every hour of the day to his self-created new environment. A thing they was never needed before became a necessity.

Not to forget the increase in the level of possessiveness and competition that came along.. for name, identity and existence. A nature and resources that once was Opensource and accessible to all is now shared into proprietary ownership and confidential patent laws. Everyone\’s worlds are coinciding/colliding and the ripples generated are cummulatively grooming aggression and hatred. And now we have war and terrorism !

Sometimes I wonder… will God ever forgive us for what we\’ve done to each other? Then I look around and I realize… God left this place a long time ago.. leaving us with a hope that HE will return someday..

HOPE (DEVINE):

To me, it is all about hope. In fact, hope is a really important theme in everything I see and hear. My world revolves around hope and when I see evidence of hope in the world I am attracted to it. To me, hope is vital. Because honestly, the world is a pretty messed up place. In the midst of all this tragedy a little ray of hope is powerful. Hope is a frail thing, a precious thing, it is the one thing that makes life worth living.

\’GOD\’ Bless the world !

Shah / Nirav ™
© Copyrights 2007 Nirav Shah. Some rights Reserved !