Sunday, September 28, 2008

Is It Safe To Come Out Now?

It’s Sunday today, which means its time to relax. Not that I am stressed or over worked during the other 6 days of the week, but its just that a Sunday seems to be the day when you are supposed to be as relaxed as you can be. Almost all the ‘institutions’ are closed on a Sunday and so, unlike a Saturday when some offices open for a few hours, you can not carry out some of your not-so-often regular tasks like paying the bills, renewing your license or visiting your bank. You wakeup late, finish the ‘TASKS’, take breakfast, gawk at the cute girl in the other apartment and settle into your couch, lay back and power up the entertainment set, for most people it’s the Television, and for others, like me, its their computer. From then on and until bedtime or eye irritation and headache, whichever comes first, its relaxing time. Now to me watching movies and re-runs of my favorite shows and daydreaming is what is relaxing. I enjoy it thoroughly and have no plans of giving it up.
But in the recent past weeks, I have to say, relaxing doesn’t seem to be as easy as it used to be, especially with the recent terrorist activities back home. The past few months have been devastating for Mother India and her citizens due to multiple terrorist attacks on heavily crowded areas. With the fledgling US market creating panic and uncertainty in the global and Indian exchanges, the threat on the security of the state is alarming. The local authority and the central government alike, seem to have no answers to these menacing acts as blast after blast rips through not only people’s lives but the general public’s morale as well. These are hard times to stay relaxed.
When leaders, both in ruling and opposition parties, fail to act or convincingly assure their subjects’ concerns, it’s the role of the news media, both print and digital, to step up to the plate. News media, in all of its forms, can reflect a country’s heartbeat and has the potential to sway the public opinion. But unfortunately, the current state of Indian News Corporation is dire. I was just reading an article published in ibnlive.com that stated that the Indian public is scared because of recent terrorist activities. Although it doesn’t take much ingenuity to appreciate the banality of the statement, what concerned me or rather made me feel disgusted is that the article paints this portrayal of mass hysteria that seems to have gripped the nation. The article is a survey conducted in five major cities in India, and it concludes that a good majority of the public has said that they are scared of stepping out for markets, tourist spots and other places of interest. Some of them have even said that they refrain from going out during weekends. While they seem skeptical and prudent, its just normal behavior. Similar to the media in US, the news corp in India leeches off ratings, a.k.a profit, by fueling the drama and sensationalism craved by mass public instead of doing real journalistic work. It’s similar to that depressingly empty-headed reporter who asks to an actor who has just won an award ‘How do you feel?’.
A Terrorist is someone who is involved in acts of violence in order to induce fear and insecurity in people’s mind to force their ideological agenda (Wikipedia). By the very definition fear can be expected in the people who experience terrorism. But by magnifying the fear and hence making the terrorists appear more potent, the media can easily drive the public’s anxiety into over drive. Four blasts in four months, all in crowded tourist spots in major cities including the capitol can be extremely stressful for a country, especially if it is as deep rooted in religion and communal division as ours. Turning this tragic time into a money making opportunity puts all those corporate journalists and reporters who feed off of the public’s current state in the same league as the unashamed politicians and, in broader terms, aid to those terrorists. Terrorism is not new to our country and as always, contrary to what the article projects, the Indian society may be shaken, but it is never broken.
Of all the adjectives that can be attributed to an Indian national, the undeniable one must be his extra-ordinary capability of being a ‘survivor’. An Indian has seen a long history and to him life is endless. He was there when the subcontinent was pristine; He saw science, trade and religion grow and flourish in the planet’s one of the richest land, which he called home. He was there when Alexander came to his field; he was there when the Moguls ruled his home; he was there when Ghazni plundered his backyard and he was surely there when British came and watched them leave. Even after becoming a republic The Indian Union has been the land of survivors. Today the Indian has seen socialism, experienced communism, accepted and modified capitalism for the better. He can be efficient when needed, loyal when required and corrupt if necessary.
Although his history sounds fascinating, he has endured some of the toughest tests for a citizen and he has survived them all. He has traveled far and wide and has emerged victorious in all aspects of life. He is extremely adaptive and assimilates anything that stands in his way and uses it as an advantage in his march to the future.
And like all evil before today, Terrorism will also fall at his feet.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Where Is My Damsel In Distress?

You might have noticed a little bit of change in my blogs. I have not been able to keep up with my initial planned-schedule of blogging, partly because of lack of time and moslty because some good old laziness. Sometimes, I feel like there is nothing that is just good enough to write about. So I had wandered into writing about movies I watched here and how I felt about them. It appears as though I am watching just too many movies these days (I have seen all the summer releases) and so may be I'll write what I thought of them. Then I felt, since I seem to travel quite a bit, thanks to some very good friends of mine, may be I can write about my experiences in those vacations. Try those links to the right of your screen and as always, if you want to say something about anything let me know. As you might have already noticed, I have moved my earlier blogs about the San Francisco trip to the new travel blog. Anywhoo, a slight re-arrangement of things is always a good thing, no; it presents us with different ways of looking at the same thing and may understand them a little better. So that's that.

Since watching 'The Dark Knight', which by the way is totally awesome, my super hero fantasies have come back alive in my mind. I would make a great super hero, don't you think? I mean, I can fight crime, make fun of the bad guys, and help the grandma cross the street and ofcourse save the damsel(s) in distress (crossed-fingers). Right from my childhood, being a super hero has been my dream. May be I didn't like the costumes that most of the guys wore (Im looking at you Captain America!), but I most certainly loved the fact that they had those supernatural powers, like shooting the web out of your wrists, spidey sense, excellent sense of humor (You probably guessed by now that I am a spider man kinda guy!!) and to an extent the bullet proof body. This was before hitting puberty so, I guess I didn't really notice all the beautiful women they saved but once that became apparent, I realized the ultimate truth – the super powers are 'a gift and a curse' – a curse I would gladly accept on any given day of the year. Oh, how I wished that 'genetically modified super spider' had taken a sot at me; I still do.

Anyways, those dreamy days have passed, and I have moved on- moved on to dream about other things. Things like motorcycles, space travel and bug free programming codes. But more importantly I have discovered some ways of being the super hero that may be not as spectacular like the ones you find in comic books, but are guaranteed to make a difference in some fellow humans' life. A few months ago I came across this charity organization, for not wanting to be solicited, let's call it – The Smile Train, and I have to admit that I feel like my super hero dreams are coming true (not entirely. Still no damsels!!). It's related to the cleft palette (Wikipedia entry) surgery that fixes kids with deformed lips and nasal passage.This charity aims at providing the surgery to patients in disadvantaged countries and this organization is at the verge of driving itself out of business (See The New York times Article). More importantly it has made me realize that I do have super powers. Just didn't know it until now. All you have to do is to think how many kids' lives you want to change forever in a given year, month or even a week. I personally liked it, since this is not a make shift donation, but one offer can change the life of a given kid forever.

Beyond satisfying my boyhood dream, this has answered some of the questions that have been lingering in my mind for a long time. Questions like 'what would happen when we die' have always bugged me, since the day I can remember, but my inner concerns were more earthly than something hypothetically outside. I never cared about heaven or hell, since the fact that when not alive we won't exist within the realm of the laws of physics that we follow while being alive. I was more concerned about other things. Things like, 'when I die, would any one, other my family and friends even notice? ; Other than some insignificant physical objects and (hopefully priceless) human relationships I collected since my birth, what would I leave behind? ; Would it even matter that I have ceased to exist?'; The answers were most definitely not obvious and for some still are.

In my teens I used to think about all the people who die without ever getting to see the 'Taj Mahal', since, to me, it was something that no human can or should ever miss. I felt those people had lost an opportunity of a life time, since there is no guarantee that we will be re-born again and even if we did, there is no certainty that the Taj Mahal will still exist. But now when I think about it The Taj Mahal is nothing but insignificant when compared to human life. I have come to realize that the real question I should have been asking myself is, 'How many people die everyday without ever changing some stranger's life for the better'; How many have perished oblivious to the fact that they did nothing but satisfy their personal cravings and their immediate circle of family and friends' desires and never spared an act of kindness that resulted from selfless thought.

More important question ought to be – "Will I become one of them?"

As it goes, 'When a stranger misses you at your death, you have lived richer than kings'.