The vogue has come out with the top stylish politicians. Lalu ranks above everyone. Professors at Sri Sai institute of humanitarian biographics are now joining the all india ice poker team. My girlfriend ran off with the owner of a St. Bernard. My St. Bernard ran away with my girlfriend. The Commissioner of insititutionalising of geeks and nerds has gone missing since his last visit to the Agra Center for civic awareness. Guatemala plans to have the largest shopping mall and science center. Murder is now legal in West Indonesia provided it is only to save the marriage. Calcutta is to host the first official Ministry of Sound concert at Roxy. David Guetta might be coming down and jamming with Zakir Hussain and Pt. Ravi Shankar. Terrorists are now breeding surrogate babies to just overpopulate the world since killing people is passe now. the first gossip magazine on human rights is out. Arundhati Roy is on the centerfold. A public litigation has been launched against humming birds as they've been seen responsible for the sudden rise in divorces and same sex marriages. Scientists are now trying to genetically modify babies so that they dont have to bear with redundant parts. That includes our little finger, our appendix, and in Paris Hilton's case, her brain. Archies has now entered into a pact with undertakers to sell "Archies party funeral" cards through their stores.
God! It feels good to talk absolute shit.
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Tuesday, 1 July 2008
Saturday, 1 March 2008
organised chaos
Apparently, Indians are obsessed with chaos. Apparently, nothing ever works unless there is confusion around us - may it be the politics, the public transport system, the bazaar, the family or any other aspect of our life. This might be what has actually worked for us. This might be what has baffled "thinkers" in and around everywhere. This probably isn't a myth once you're in Bombay.
Everyone has his or her experiences in Bombay. It is said that you always carry a piece of the city with you wherever you go. Everyone is baffled by the mere functioning of day-to-day life of the city, leave alone it being the commercial capital and one of the cities with the best growth. It makes you think a lot - about life, about travelling, about survival, about persistence, about organised chaos.
the chaos
To realise the criticality and the extent to which we Indians have been horny, all you have to do is be at the Dadar station at six in the evening on a spring Friday. I, for one, have not seen so many people at a single place (apart from live shows and Reliance stockholder meetings). The entire city seems to be infested by humans. Everyone swarming around in their respective directions without really thinking much about how they affect things around them. This is probably necessary. This is probably required. Probably, the only way you can help being at peace with chaos around you is to stop thinking about it and go in the flow of the direction. But it is all very wierd to people who are not really used to the pace. All that we poor souls can do, is to take advice from whoever remotely credible. But even then it takes conditioning. For instance, you are always told that, at the station, to stand with the exiting crowd and that you would be pushed along with the flow. What they don't tell you, is that the move horribly backfires at you if it is not done right. Having taken the advice a bit too lightly, I stood at the end of the outgoing crowd and thought things would proceed as normal. Alas, I had hardly placed a foot on the station, when I was pushed back into the stupid locomotive by people rushing in. It was only by fighting and suffering a few minor injuries that me and my bag were able to get down at the same station. Probably, it takes getting used to. But then again, that is the last thing that goes on in your mind if you're in that situation.
the civilisation
But a few hours into the city and on the central railway, and you'll start finding logic in it. You might probably even appreciate the entire situation. The system is filled to capacity. It takes a minimum of two hours to travel from one point to the other. But then again, given the expanse of the city, the system is pretty robust. Moreover, people are nice when they have the time. The problem is, most of the times they don't. But whenever they do, they would stop to talk to you and help you out. It doesn't really matter who you are or what you do. On the train and at the office, everyone is pretty polite and nice. I was helped throughout my stay by people at the Pan shop and at the gates of offices. The good folks at Business World helped me out with the other addresses I had to visit in that area (I was there on media work). Having noticed my famished state, the good (and good looking) people at The Times of India offered lunch and tea. Trust me, if you have only two days and loads of travelling to do, all this is a luxury. Moreover, no one is really out there to judge you. Your girlfriend might wear whatever she feels comfortable in and you would not really have to be worried about passing glances - when there are none.
In general, everyone should go there at least once. There is a lot more to it than people write about. You can't really talk much about the experience of catching sight of a Rolls and Porsche showroom side by side when all you are thinking about is water. But then these are the small things that Bombay is all about. Thats what makes it wierd and brilliant at the same time. Much like Buzkashi.
Everyone has his or her experiences in Bombay. It is said that you always carry a piece of the city with you wherever you go. Everyone is baffled by the mere functioning of day-to-day life of the city, leave alone it being the commercial capital and one of the cities with the best growth. It makes you think a lot - about life, about travelling, about survival, about persistence, about organised chaos.
the chaos
To realise the criticality and the extent to which we Indians have been horny, all you have to do is be at the Dadar station at six in the evening on a spring Friday. I, for one, have not seen so many people at a single place (apart from live shows and Reliance stockholder meetings). The entire city seems to be infested by humans. Everyone swarming around in their respective directions without really thinking much about how they affect things around them. This is probably necessary. This is probably required. Probably, the only way you can help being at peace with chaos around you is to stop thinking about it and go in the flow of the direction. But it is all very wierd to people who are not really used to the pace. All that we poor souls can do, is to take advice from whoever remotely credible. But even then it takes conditioning. For instance, you are always told that, at the station, to stand with the exiting crowd and that you would be pushed along with the flow. What they don't tell you, is that the move horribly backfires at you if it is not done right. Having taken the advice a bit too lightly, I stood at the end of the outgoing crowd and thought things would proceed as normal. Alas, I had hardly placed a foot on the station, when I was pushed back into the stupid locomotive by people rushing in. It was only by fighting and suffering a few minor injuries that me and my bag were able to get down at the same station. Probably, it takes getting used to. But then again, that is the last thing that goes on in your mind if you're in that situation.
the civilisation
But a few hours into the city and on the central railway, and you'll start finding logic in it. You might probably even appreciate the entire situation. The system is filled to capacity. It takes a minimum of two hours to travel from one point to the other. But then again, given the expanse of the city, the system is pretty robust. Moreover, people are nice when they have the time. The problem is, most of the times they don't. But whenever they do, they would stop to talk to you and help you out. It doesn't really matter who you are or what you do. On the train and at the office, everyone is pretty polite and nice. I was helped throughout my stay by people at the Pan shop and at the gates of offices. The good folks at Business World helped me out with the other addresses I had to visit in that area (I was there on media work). Having noticed my famished state, the good (and good looking) people at The Times of India offered lunch and tea. Trust me, if you have only two days and loads of travelling to do, all this is a luxury. Moreover, no one is really out there to judge you. Your girlfriend might wear whatever she feels comfortable in and you would not really have to be worried about passing glances - when there are none.
In general, everyone should go there at least once. There is a lot more to it than people write about. You can't really talk much about the experience of catching sight of a Rolls and Porsche showroom side by side when all you are thinking about is water. But then these are the small things that Bombay is all about. Thats what makes it wierd and brilliant at the same time. Much like Buzkashi.
Monday, 25 February 2008
catching the ram
It is interesting how a game in a so-called "uncivilised" world becomes so relevant and so in sync with the times of the civilised. We are all running around trying to catch the ram. For groups of us, the ram is the same. Simultaneously, different versions of the same game are being played by all of us. What is even more interesting is that on quite a few occassions we oursleves play the ram. We all run after what we love most without any consideration for the perspective of the entity itself. We are all stuck in consequent races and runs while assuming different roles. Its not sad. its not exhilerating. It cannot really be described by any emotion in the English Dictionary. The closest word that comes to it is probably 'confused'. One big mess. And it is this confusion that drives us around - that disappoints us, irritates us, pushes us further, makes us give up. In all our efforts at evolution and the increasing the power of the human brain, we still pursue something we are not really aware of - atleast I am not aware of (if someone else is then please do tell me). We still do not know whether we run for money, love, lust, family or just plain survival. But even without this knowledge we keep running - running in fear of the fact that we might not be able to achieve the unknown if we stop, running with hope of some arbitrary ray of light spelling it out for us, running because we have nothing better to do in life. But then again, there could be an alternative we've overlooked in our incessant running. Brilliant.
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