The Spooky Place

I started to walk away from a place where I thought I’d been before. But seeing it made me feel like it was the very place I felt like not coming back again and again. Yet, I’m not able to recollect what this place was, why I was here, who/what brought me here and when I’d come last. Seems like a half seen distant dream…

Then what happened? Did somebody wake me up with a bucket of water? No. I was talking serious. Btw, I was walking away and felt a strong urge to stay back and wait to see if I was here for a purpose. I was alone and so figured it won’t be a big issue whether I stayed or not. You see, some invisible metal was chaining me to the place, giving me no reason or hope to be there. Its just that gut feeling, that kept me in that place.

Then what happened? Did somebody wake me up wit a bucket of water? Again! No. I was really talking serious. The invisible chains sorta loosened a bit and I felt some uneasiness rising in my chest, urging me to run away from there. I was damn confused as to why I was feeling a mixture of opposites. However, I composed myself and started to run away from the place. Thankfully it wasn’t a maze or any such weird thing.

So, I ran fast, saw a local Volvo bus coming and hopped into it. The terrible feeling was receding and I hooked my earphones to listen to some music. A song later, I got a call from my TL.

TL : Hey… are you still in?
Me : (Thankfully) Nope… why do u ask?
TL : Thought I’d give you a few code bundles. Neva mind. Do it by this week anyway.
Me : Yes I will… (I know what “This week” means! I’ll add another week to it, don’t worry… )
TL : Well thats it. Bye.
Me : Yeah bye.

So, this spooky place I talked about was my cubicle, is it?

Condemning Terror

A tired day at work. An enjoyable time at school. A candle-light evening. Cozying in the arms of the loved one at bed-time. A busy schedule on field. A horrid workload to bear. Umpteen assignments. Competent deadlines. Family issues. Uncomfortable apprehensions. All these, or a few combos of these demand more than just rest. They demand sleep. A sound sleep. Sleep promises the bringing of a new day. A beautiful day which starts off with the smile of your little daughter, or by the sweet yell of your mother. With the dream of making it big in life or with a thirst of being the leader.

Life, work, fun, love, money, time are all with us. The one thing which brings eternal release from all these clutches, however, remains condemned. Death. The return ticket which follows us all along The Journey, faithfully. The demon which smiles wickedly at the people left behind. The custodian of a human, responsible to God. The trace of desertion, hidden in relationships.

Being such a valuable thing, it is treasured by a person, without his knowledge. It is ever so loyal it is to its master, that it follows him 24×7. Unfortunately, it is tempted by old-age, illness, poison, accident and off late, bombs. The first examples speak a good deal about themselves. But the last one; the god-damned last one, haunts. It is ‘Death’s wicked temptation and plays hide-n-seek. It may show itself on a street, in the gutter, under a bus, inside a train, below your chair, above your roof. Theoretically it can be anywhere and can strike you flat on your face, or on your butt.

What has a common man got to do with it? When death is certain, what is the use of craving for dear life? If its not a bomb, then it might be illness or anything else. What is the big difference? You’re gonna die anyway. But, one very important question is to be pondered over.

What about the survivors?

Can you imagine the face of a person who has witnessed the blast? In a mesh of feelings of gladness of survival, the shock of witnessing the incident, the grief of seeing Death, the anxiety about loved ones, the rage to condemn it, the inability to move, the longing to curb it and a host of unknown brainwaves, the common man is entangled and shattered.

The dead Rest In Peace. The living Roast In Pulverisation.

In this scenario, Death brings up its cousin ‘Fear’ into picture. A small survey on the aftermaths of bomb-blasts in history shows vast traces of this commodity. If its cousin was a sure-shot killer, Fear is more of a sadist. It loves to see people enjoying pain, anxiety, tension, and lastly, itself. As the whole World is contemplating measures to curb the widespread nuisance and havoc caused by Fear, the stupid common man is dreaming of seeing the same Fear dancing to his tunes on the faces of those lunatics, who’re responsible for brutal mass-murder.

Every damned person who calls himself a terror-striker must be hanged by his hair and rested on a bed of needles until every drop of blood drains out of his body, leaving him numb, yet alive. He must be denied the basic human rights.  It must showcased to the whole World, giving them a chance to witness the torture of the torturers. The trauma must be videotaped and a copy be sent to every potential terrorist. The blood boiling in their veins with rage must experience the Fear and calm down, lest, it may face the same fate.

Peace may be the safest weapon. The terrorists being trialled or court-marshaled doesn’t serve the purpose of punishment. When the person has the evil in him to think of killing people ruthlessly, he has lost his right to live. And by this, it is not the question of killing a terrorist, but the guarantee of life to a few vulnerable people. A chance for them to start off a beautiful day with the smile of their little daughters, or by the sweet yell of their mothers. With the dream of making it big in life or with a thirst of being the leader.

Post inspired by the grievances of a Stupid Common Man. Have a good day.

Related Reading : Nita’s post, Amit’s Post.

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In Dependence

Celebrating 61 years of Freedom is a moment whose joy can be matched only by a mother who has given birth to a child. When the mother, our mother, India is celebrating the moment of birth as a free country with such intensity even after 61 years, it shows the strength of the dreams seen by those who dedicated their life for this cause bravely, whole-heartedly, and for a reason worthy of every drop of blood they had spilled. Every person who felt about this country’s freedom as the sole purpose of the eventful years (s)he spent on Earth, deserves a standing ovation and an applause loud enough to reflect the heart beat of every Indian brimming with pride for being one.

Coming to think of a new nation emerging into the world without the support of any super power should have been a surprise. Even as the determination of many freedom fighters resulted into the fruit we are having today, a great challenge of driving the country, a difficult responsibility, was faced with learned patience by leaders like ‘Mahatma’ MK Gandhi, Jawaharlal Nehru, B R Ambedkar, S Radhakrishnan, and the like, post independence. I remember hating the repeated occurrence of lessons pertaining to the life and achievements of Dr.B R Ambedkar in my schooling days. But when I thought about the effort and dedication he put into the making of our Constitution, I wondered at his achievement of the mammoth task.

But all the things we came across till now limit the freedom to political and administrative nature only. Our dependence on others continues to exist in many cases. 61 years of freedom from colonial rule should stop being just a matter of celebration and signify the overall progress of the nation in general, and that of every citizen in particular. The fight for the uplifting of weaker sections should transform into a process of uplifting itself, than continuing to be just a fight. The Spark that occurs at the dawn of new realisations among the Indians in various fields should grow into a fire, bright enough to lead the world into unexplored domains of knowledge base, instead of being doused off in the Spark stage itself. By Independence, i mean to say that we should rise in the world-arena as a country uniform and complete in all respects, and thus reduce the dependence on other countries, which unfortunately cannot be avoided altogether.

Comparing our Motherland with other nations and pointing out at the deficiencies and the incompetence pains my heart too. What other scale can we choose to measure InDependence then? All I wanted to envision amidst the pomp of the Indian Independence Day is that a day should come when India is over the league of he developed world, and if possible, I want to be a part of that celebration and triumph by being one among the people responsible for such a feat. JAI HIND!

My Blogosphere‘s Freedom Festival posts were posted by Arvind, Reema, Manoj, Mahak, Lekhni, RJ and Suda also. The mention of these posts here serves as an example of different perspectives of patriotic fervor; an instance of  Unity in Diversity.

At Last…!

Finished my Microwave Communication (MC for short) paper today! The first thing that i did on seeing the paper was counting how many marks i can attend to. Finished! Then I had to set the time frame. Finished! Oh i forgot. I prayed to god to help ONLY me to the max. To all others… not as much as me. 😉 Now starts the race. The cap is down, nib on paper, answer in mind and imagination to support it. GO! All the time, i was cursing the paper-setter for being so student-unfriendly! At the same time, i wished that the man valuating my script was some old prof fond of students. Can’t help, it happens in engineering.

Midway, I just woke up and realized that I’d wasted one hour on the first question itself! (We are to answer 5Qs of 20 marks each). Now, that’s bad. So i made a small prayer, hoping that evaluators be given with an ‘any handwriting analyzer’ to understand what I’ll be writing for next two hours. The race just got interesting.

Sometime later, i was satisfied with my progress, but had to halt to think about an answer. I thunk, thunk, and thunk about it and finally started off with a song to relax myself. WOW! it was such a soothing experience. It was one of my favorite song and i got engrossed in it. Later, I was able to recollect what all had occurred in the movie after the song too. Cool! I sure have a good memory! 😉

There was some disturbance in front of my eyes (i was open eyed) and realized that someone moved out of their seat. So, was it interval time? I was feeling hungry and was thinking about having a quick snack. WHAM! It struck me then. I was not in a theater after all! The person before me had finished with his paper so fast. I saw my watch. There were only 45 min left and i had more than half of the bloody answer script to complete.

That was too much. I got frustrated. ENTER WAR MODE! I thought of Adolf Hitler for a second, drew some very important inspiration, and started it – THE BLITZKRIEG ATTACK. Word after word, line after line were completed with blinding speed (i wonder if my pen is still alive after withstanding it). Pages rolled by and finally…, there i was spent, tired, partly angry for my trip to the movie, but rejoicing it more, and lastly, felt like being on cloud 9^(9^(9^(9^(9^(9…

PS: Its gonna rain heavily tomorrow. Because I’ve to come down from the clouds and give ITC (not Indian Tobacco Company… its Info Theory n Coding 😀 )

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