Enable to Ennoble

The International Transparency Perception Index brings to our notice that more than 50% of the people had firsthand experience of paying bribe or peddling influence to get a job done in a public office. The Washington Post reported that nearly a fourth of the 540 Indian Parliament members faced criminal charges, "including human trafficking, rape, embezzlement and even murder”. Prurient men masturbate in the presence of young girls. We just don't itch from our seats if a senior denizen needs rest, we let the taps running and the banana peels on the road. Be it in the corporate circle, among politicians or the stupid common man, sordidness prevails.

Most of the people who are involved in these acts are literates then what happens to our salubrious mind. What happens to our sound intellect? Students compete with such toil for their entrance exams be it for engineering, medical, management or the civil services, put in so much of effort during the years of pedagogy. I would like to oppugn here because the reality flummoxes me, as at the end they join the same league. Maybe our moral science lessons where much fruitful and imbibing in the junior classes which told us the importance of truth, generosity and tolerance. When our parents put in so much effort through those bed time stories just to make it clear that how good it was to be good. ‘Character’, yes they were all trying to build our character.

Gandhiji himself believed that literary education is of no value if it is not able to build a sound character.

Why do we need Anti-Corruption Bureau and various other disciplinary committees? We can work better with human acts rather than multitudinous legislative acts.Chalres Darwin did talk of survival of the fittest but was he really talking in respect to the blasphemous acts which we get involved in against the humanity just for the sake our otiose egos.

Let’s just go deep inside just to check what is it that makes us blind? If you get an answer do join hands in the Character Literacy to make an inviolable and ennobling Nation.

That Small Little Ehsaas

We are happy ...aren't we ?? We have all the comforts,a good job or a brilliant academics ,in a nutshell life is free of lacuna and is a dulcet but do these things keep us filled with rapture.

May be but then what about those 'Besan ke Ladoos' that come from home and cheer us more than that continental platter,in the office you get a call from your loved one expressing how much they miss you.Doesn't that day becomes more special?In that strange city where you got a job and its your birthday and you are expecting nothing and suddenly your friends turn up to surprise you,don't you get that feeling ..hey i m not that bad!!.. people love me.You are sick and you have an exam the next day but your roommate wakes up the whole night and tells you funny tales and you sleep in her lap just because you don't feel lonely in that hostel room.Why does she do that?May be we have that human side in us which gets sick of that nonsense competition and running that meaningless race and just wants to love.Shruti somehow I remember you while writing this and you got my Kohl eyes smudgy.

Yes life is comfortable with commodities but its not what makes it up.Don't you think life becomes worth living when you have that small little 'Ehsaas' with you....think over it...and please no chicanery.

The Six Feet Stranger

Its not always that people want to hurt us,sometimes they are struggling with their own reasons.

Just give them space and look at them with those understanding eyes which they are looking for in their state of pandemonium.Yes and it helps .....

It helped me when I met this gentleman who just bumped into my life from nowhere.I was running from myself into another mire when he with a selfless smile moved towards me.

You must be thinking why this girl wanted to listen to this stranger.Yes it was difficult even for me to figure out for a while but his peaceful confident loneliness had a charm on me.

He looked into my eyes and said just smile back at life and see how beautiful it is.Just find the positive in you and and you will find yourself. Interestingly i did show resistance.

He never forced me on anything but yes he helped me in removing the mist from the tainted glasses for a pellucid view.Maybe nobody can tell us what to do, it just has to come from within as who can know us better than ourselves.

Life is strange,juicy ,sometimes fills you with rancor and sometimes it lets you giggle like a baby but what remains important is ourselves and those beautiful people who come into your life not for a particular reason but just to share your pain and happiness.

PS:Thank you Rohit for being that Stanger in my life

The Green Chutney & Kajol

We started on a terse note and progressed even more acrimoniously.Whenever I remember my fourth grade you come to my mind instantly.All the sultry summers and the foggy winters shared together never went impasse.

Although slowly but yes it happened that the Gordian knot opened .We became friends and started spending good time.We were waiting to enjoy the monsoons together but alas dad got a transfer and our family moved to a new place.The age was so tender that the real emotions never got words.We had never realized that a day would actually come when we will say I will miss you to each other.In the train i was so quiet as if something was wrong.Today i know what was wrong.I wanted to stay back and cherish some more beatitude moments.

So many years have passed ,a myriad faces met but the feeling to meet up and share those childhood moments never dies. I will always remember you as the one who got my taste-buds on the Green Chutney, which i never used to try because my world revolved around tomato ketchup.You made me realize such a fine actress Kajol is as i never used to think beyond Preety & Rani.All these things form a very small part of our lives but sometimes these small incidents say a lot as after that my way of thinking changed.I started trying new things and bigotry took a back seat.An eye for better judgement came.

I don't know where you are but your friend remembers you and thanks you every Sunday morning when she enjoys her samosas with The Green Chutney..........

PS:My first blog is for you Karthik Jerome