The Insensitive Indian

Aaj hum sunayenge aapko chhuttan bhaiya ki katha, Netaon ki chaplusi aur band-hadtal hai inke parivar ki pratha. Sabhi pradarshano mein shamil hote, Chahe mudde se bhi wakif na hote. Ek baar to age badh kar putle ka dahan kia, Party adhyaksha ko impress karne ka risk lia. Putla jala kar mude, aur neta ji ki ankho se ankhe milayi, Neta ji ne bhi badh kar apni hateli badhayi. Chhuttan bhaiya khushi se foole nhi samaye, Socha na jane ab kab netaji ka bulawa aye. Khushi mein doston ke sath dawat udayi, Doston ne bhi chhuttan ki khub ki khichayi. Dusre din party daftar se chhuttan ko phone aya, Chhuttan ne apna khadi ka kurta chadhaya. Chhuttan ko ese roop mein dekh log dang reh gaye, Soche is gali ke gunde ke din kese fir gaye. Kurta pehan chhuttan bhaiya ne road se sansad tak ke sapne bun liye, Samne lag nai ke board par MP ki shapath padh liye. Chhuttan khayalo se nikla to wo party daftar ke samne tha, Party daftar karyakartao se

Black and white One fine day, when I woke up, I found it all black and white, Running haphazardly, I kept searching for my normal sight. My eyes were black, my lips were black, The only white I found, was coming from my back. I gave a thought, what is this shine, Or I am still at the hangover of last eve wine. The beaming shine grew large and started a monologue, I stood like a stone as I was under shock. I asked about his credentials and enquired about the hue, The person smiled and started giving me clue. He asked me, are you a person of noble character, I replied what it has to do with this strange chapter. He answered, this is imperative as it has the answer implied, If you answer this, destiny may take your side. I nodded in an affirmative way, As if confusion and shock blocking my say. The light replied, be a little genuine, when you answer my query, We have all the time, don’t be in a hurry. I introspected myself a

Manjile hai bahut, Aur raste bhi. Jindagi jeene ke falsafe bhi. Kisi ko milta yaha bahut kuch, Aur kisi ke hatho mein mushkile bhi. Koi khushiyon batata hai yaha, To kisi ki ankho me palte hai khwab bhi. Kisi ke hote hai sapne pure, To kisi ki ankho mein palte hai khwab bhi. Koi mitata hai apno par, To kisi ko naseeb nahi apno ka sath bhi. Mil jaye gar apna koi, Gum jata hai bheed main kahin. Kisi ki barat mein khush hone ko mil jate hai hajaro, To kisi ke janaje ko nahi milte chaar kandhe bhi. Kisi ko bhukh hai ek niwale k, Mil jata hai use mej-o- darokht par khana, Sath mein shano-o shaukat ke liye sharab bhi. Bhookhe pet pade gareeb ko nahi milti do jun ki roti, Tan ko kapda ki kya bisaat, yaha nahi milta pyaas bujhane ko aab bhi. Pairo mein pehene jane wale juto ke liye hai shamiyana lagaya, Jara gaur se dekho yaha lakho ko naseeb nahi fati juraab bhi. Yaha gairo ke liye rakhi jati hai dawat, Jaha budhe maa-baap

The Insensitive Indian: Rikshewala Ameer Ho Gaya Ek din ek rikshewale k g... : Rikshewala Ameer Ho Gaya Ek din ek rikshewale k ghar pe sarkari babu aye, Adhe tute huye darwaje ko jor se khatkhataye Rikshawala...

Rikshewala Ameer Ho Gaya Ek din ek rikshewale k ghar pe sarkari babu aye, Adhe tute huye darwaje ko jor se khatkhataye Rikshawala dauda-dauda aya, aur sankal hatayi, Dekh kar samne suit-boot wale babu, uski buddhhi chakrayi. Usne socha ki ye shayad koi survey karne aye hai, Ya bachho ko polio ki do boond pilane aye hai. Bade aadar se usne unhe andar bulaya, Andar tooti mej aur fati chatayi dekh sarkari babu jhallaya. Bola hum baithne nahi aye hai, Bus tumse kuch sawal karne aye hai. Yeh sun ke rikshawala ghabraya, Socha ye kesa sankat hai aya. Babu ne pucha, ghar me kitne log hai, Sabhi maujud h yahan, yeh bhi kya kam sanyog hai. Babu ne charo taraf najar daudayi, To teen bachhe aur yeh h tumhari lugayi. Rikshewale ne sir hilakar hami bhari, Aur ek budhi ma hai jo khat par h padi. Babu ne pucha, mahine m kitna kama leta hai, Mai-baap mahine ka nahi, hamara to din bhar ka theka hai. Achha to din m kitna kama leta hai, Malik yeh to is par

Corruption has its Intangible roots People talk of tackling/fighting corruption, only to find themselves engulfed in it that it has become an inevitable part of the system. Media always talk about corruption being so rampant in the society that people always give it positive thumbs up. This is a small, stupid incident with which I have to live up with during the last four years my college life. During my college, there was a provision for students belonging to SC, ST, OBC to avail a scholarship. The scholarship can go as high as Rs.350000/- per annum while the fee for a year was variable from 38000 to 43000. The only eligibility for the scholarship was that the student should belong to an SC ,ST, OBC( non creamy layer) with an annual family income as less as 50000. There were around 12-13 friends of mine who were all lined up for the scholarship. These friends of mine were the party throwers, lavish expenders of our class who used to show off their latest gadgets. Though the p

India against corruption “Practise what preach”, this is an ideology which is taught to us from our childhood. But it seems like an outdated concept in this real world. Our politicians preach living a simple life while driving in a SUV and that too on public expense; our cricketers preach playing fair, while the winners fall to the bottom of fair play table. Our actors preach, “No to drugs” while Caught in camera in inebriated state. Media preaches fair jurisdiction and jurisdiction for all while carrying out “incriminate the accused campaign” and the list goes on. But this is not about the actors, politicians, cricketers, media; it is about the common man. This is about an incident which I came across in a small town in M.P, last year. During the month of April 2011,there was a large hue and cry regarding the anticorruption campaign and the Lokpal bill. The rage reached to the level of a revolution, where the whole country seems to be united under one agenda. Although the m

The great Indian political league Politics is one dimension of an ordinary Indian which is the most insensitive one. Whether it is attack on the country or a defeat in the cricket field, we find politics in everything, every sphere. From Mamta di taking political mileage of KKR’s victory in IPL and stealing the limelight turning it into a subject of Bengal’s pride as opposed to that of a club’s which doesn’t have anything to do with Bengal. Also there has been a case of taking advantage of Dr. Ambedkar’s cartoon row. Of all the recent political activities, one which baffled me the most is the controversy around Shankar’s Dr. Ambedkar Cartoon. When we look at the whole development, we find it rather ridiculous. The cartoon if looked from the prospect of its timing, it was a very appropriate one, for it showed Dr. Ambedkar riding a snail named “Constitution” which symbolises its slow pace. Baba sahib had a whip in his hand that shows Ambedkar want to steer the process. Then

The annoying experience at the hospital         This was a hell bit of experience for me. Perhaps this incident was the one which inspired/persuaded me to write my experiences of insensitivity. This is a 6 months old incidence. My brother was feeling ill, with temperature, flu, headache and all sorts of seasonal problems, also backache and pain in limbs, there were signs of dengue or chickengunia. The pain was so intense that he was neither able to sit upright nor walk. I took an appointment of a renowned doctor in a renowned hospital and went up there. As we moved in, we found the hospital to be overcrowded like a market place. Almost every doctor had a waiting of 20-25 patients. I seated my brother at one of the waiting areas and reported at the reception. The receptionist gave us the number 4 , I was happy that atleast my brother won’t have to wait for long and won’t have to undergo the pain for a long duration. After waiting for about 40 minutes, our turn came and we went

The Insensitive Indian Shocked!/Amazed?.....by the title. Perhaps you should not. The reason I am saying this is because in everyday life we may come across various instances where we may find several annoying fellowmen whom we find very hard to resist, ignore them and babble out few cuss words and move on. More importantly we spell out some famous one liner like,” this is why our condition is so pathetic”, “nobody can reform this country”, and so on….. But the situation changes as soon as we are on the receiving end. Let us take an instance for example. Shobha, a lady from Mumbai, is travelling with her family in an unreserved/ general compartment in a train as she was not able to get a reservation. Her family comprises her husband Mr. Mehta and her 8 year old daughter Reeni. She took the train from Mumbai and captured a full lower berth with standard occupancy of four. As the rush was less, they travelled very comfortably for about four stoppages, then suddenly Shobha re