My Elysium

Well finally I am pulling all thoughts (read: memories of a lifetime….) together to write about the love of my life….zack. Well this one is for you zack.

16 October 2006 is the best day of my life….well I am consciously using ‘is’ instead of ‘was’ because it isn’t past already for me…all thanks to you…

you changed and irritated, mindless ,short tempered, not-caring-for-emotions , feeling-less, insensitive ,pessimist into…a well…instead of acting narcissist I’d rather say…a better person…..(only if the readers who know me agree to it…discretion not advised…I am trying to be serious and emotional….)

Its been one and a half years since we first met and I held you in my hand…my hands trembled….you must have been barely a week old…I couldn’t spot your ears or your tail…u hadn’t opened your eyes by then…that moment….most special in my life….happens again everyday every hour…even though you’re big now (and have bitten me twice…)….

Thank you for all those times you growled at my friends who playfully tried to raise their hand on me. And also those two days when I didn’t eat food and you also didn’t eat because of me. Thank you for making home….a magnetic field ….

Even though I know you love mom more than me ….i love you

Even though you pull my hair….i love you

even when you bark like hell on passing motorists every time I take you out…I love you

and you still eat chapatis like chewing gums (and eventually spit them out)…I love you

you (sometimes…) intentionally pee on my Almira and run away the next moment (indicating how naughty you are that out of all the others you only pee in my room… )…I love you…

you get into dogfights with Browny and Suzie (I know how much you hate them..)… I love you

Even though you are still pulling my pants so that I take you to the terrace and play football….i love you

Before I close…a few words for you…straight from my heart…(and eric claptons too..)

Would you know my name, if I saw u in heaven

Would it be the same, if I saw u in heaven

And since we still have a long way to go … thank you for choosing me out instead of all the other ‘needy’ people who are still deprived of this special feeling….love you more than anything else…

your ‘didi’

a human by birth..a hijra by choice...

guess the above line says it all...
the other day i was on a bus and at one particular stop a 'hijra' entered the bus....she said one hijra from their community had died and they needed money for the last rites...i kept looking at her....i couldn't get my eyes off her....i was trying to face read...'is she lying or does she really need the money?'...i asked myself...she went to every seat begged every passenger....i kept on thinking...should i or should i not...is she lying or not...she came to me too...i had a few coins in my hand which i held tighter...but why?? i kept on thinking about her for days....some days later i saw a documentary on eunuchs in mumbai who had resorted to prostitution to earn a living.... they had no qualms about it...they were 'happy' or so?
they narrated how they reached here and what all problems they have to face being an eunuch....
how they ran away from their homes and reached here....how their families disowned them....one of them narrated what all she had faced...i was shocked...fascinated and intrigued all at the same time...she narrated how she was castrated....her penis removed without any medical aid...no anesthesia....nothing sterile...she stood there naked while her gurus surrounded her the room occupied to the fullest...the others were preparing for a 'celebration'...she looked around her...the walls full of pictures of their gurus and various other gods and goddesses...she was scared,excited,nervous...and happy all at the same time...she would now be a complete woman...she didn't care about the unsterile environment or because she might get infected...such thoughts didn't bother her....and suddenly...her guru slit her 'male organs'....that night there was a celebration....she was a woman now....a few weeks later she went back to her village... somewhere in south India...her parents were 'happy'...their boy was now a girl....the word spread like fire amongst the villagers and they visited in hoards to see how ramesh was no longer ramesh but rani...

WE-DAY

it came....it stayed....it rocked everyone's pockets.....and finally it went.....and HOW....

Every year....14 February comes in India with a hullabaloo ....on one hand are the 'lovers' and on the other are the so called "anti social elements"...with so much moral policing around....freedom is hunting for a meaning....

those who are against it call it a western phenomenon which is --------- the indian society. And for whom the day has a 'meaning' call THEM the anti social elements....amidst all this the meaning of love and relationships is folded, molded and bettered to its worst....

A daily newspaper Metro Now celebrated Valentines day in a hatke style...what i loved about their way of celebrating this day was that...they handed roses to all those people who -through their artistic styles- were trying to make the city a better (read:stinkier...dirtier...actually...worse) place to live in. Through their style of 'Gandhigiri' they caught all those who were peeing in public and handed them a rose. They even took their pictures which were published in their newspaper.But it was not only those who were peeing in public were celebrating the 'special' day....there were more....the autowala bhaiyas who always refuse to go by the meter(or dont go at all!!) .... jaywalkers etc etc....
In all ...a commendable attempt by Metro Now....and also a very nice way to celebrate valentines day....
It needs to be understood (and accepted...) that valentines is not only for those who have those 'special someones' in their lives....its just another way of expressing love....to anyone, with anyone...be it your friends....family....or your city....

Build a bridge-results may vary

The religion of politics….

….The politics of religion

Off late both traditions have been widely observed world over .Be it India or any other country…politics has been widely dominated by divide. However it may be based….communal…caste…gender…regional…and the list is endless. the recent uproar by Raj Thakrey’s comments on non-maharashtrians in Maharashtra has again speculated the debate that has been existing since the birth of the first dinosaur. What is surprising is Shiv sena’s stand on the whole issue….and more surprising that they have no stand at all…considering the fact that the whole Maharashtrians vs. Non maharashtrians issue was given birth by the shiv sena itself….and that Raj thakrey although doesn’t anymore belong to shiv sena but shall carry on the legacy….Or even the US presidential elections…Race vs. Gender…..apart fron all the adjectives that can be used to describe this , what I find most appropriate right now is HOW LAME!! Have all the issues in the world ended that we have to resort to divisions like this?? And why...Please comment....come as you are...

DIVIDE AND RULE( 1947-you decide)

Looks like we are still not 'free'....It has been 60 years to our independence.....but the word itself is still trying to find a place for itself in a country governed by cheap vote-bank politics and communal dialogues....it seems that we have inherited a bit too much from the 'goras' (except from the railways --thank you 'goras' and way to go Mr. Lalu)
The recent 'incident' in Maharashtra has again speculated the whole debate of how the divide and rule policy has such deep roots in the indian politics....
the constitution says that indians can reside and travel in any part of the country....but looks like there are some who are willing to change it.
When Raj Thakrey had saperated from the shiv sena and had started his his own outfit Maharashtra Navnirman Sena his first speech was all about 'secularism' ,'unity' and all that jazz.... but he seems to have diverted from the song....the lyrics have created a wide uproar....the music is worse than any d-grade movie, and everyone sings as bad as Himesh Reshammiya....
And the worse part is that in the process of attack-counter attack between the MNS and the samajwadi party ....its the the layman who is suffering....
Be it the taxiwallahs or the roadside vendors.....all were attacked...their vehicles and articles damaged to the core....was it written on their faces if the were maharashtrians or non-maharashtrians???? who will pay for their damages??? a poor man leaves home in the morning with the intention that he will earn for his family and offer them a better life....what does he have to do with votebank politics?? what kind of a democracy is this??? Is this what the state has to offer.....and yet the 'culprit' is walkin lose....
Raj Thakrey asks what Amitabh Bachchan has done for maharashtra.....does he not pay taxes or does he have to be the "brand ambassador" of Maharashtra for not to be qualifies enough to appear in speeches of 'great politicians' like Mr. Raj Thakrey....
Wonder why Mr. Thakrey has so much time that he has no other person in the world to include in his speeches to woo the voters....Did he not have anything else in the world to say and so he had to resort to such measures to attract attention??? (too many Rakhi Sawant followers i suppose....)


so the moral of the story is........ nuthin actally.....i dont think we will ever learn this way...so we better leave morals for kindergarten students....