Pathos

It is pathetic how man has become an animal worse than any other species out there. In a most shocking video, a recent event, I saw a leopard being seriously beaten with sticks by a group of villagers. The poor leopard could only raise its paws while its head received innumerable blows by the bludgeons that those ignorant villagers showered on it. So pitiful was the scene that it would have caused any normal being with a soul to stop the act. But the stupid stern villagers continued without caring to look that they had already incapacitated the poor animal. They clubbed the leopard mercilessly even when they knew that the animal was dead.
                As I brood now, there were probably a million solutions for capturing the animal unharmed. However one could argue that they didn’t have so much time to think as it might’ve hurt anyone. We must not forget that animals are afraid of humans. If there is a mob on a hunt then not a single predator would endeavour to defy the humans. It would go for the run because it knows that man is a more paranoid being than any other. When you lie on the safer side then what harm possibly, could you surmise, it could cause?
                   I am pretty sure they hunted the poor animal just for the fact that it might hurt someone and not for the fact that it ‘did hurt’ someone. Man wants to live in the safer part of the town. He slays every other being who intimidates him. He doesn’t want to take any chances. He goes for the kill every now and then. He attacks everything that looks ugly. He doesn’t want to think that the creature he attacked had a soul and a weeping heart which he shut down forever.
                  We’ll never learn. We are so ardent and stupid. We bask in the glory of the nature. We rejoice for the fact we are humans. We shout as we are not mute. We qualify as we are the bravest still we are not humble. While man has the ability to manifest his wrath he makes the most of it. He does it for sport, he does it for the fun of it and he doesn’t give a damn about how ugly things could go.
                  With thousands of flicks manifesting the serious issue, while thousands of books like Rudyard Kipling’s ‘The jungle book’ and many more point in the very direction, yet we pretend to be blind.
While ‘The Jungle Book’ portrayed how the animals were so much afraid of the humans, taking extra precaution every minute, not letting any of their kind to drift away in the direction of the villagers, we sat back relaxed and enjoyed it all. We grinned at it - the fear we had created, the intimidation and at our savage behaviour. Strange! Yet we call ‘them’ wild.
                  Pity our fate when we get clobbered by the calamitous wrath of the nature. And every other day when such a thing happens we don’t say that it was bound to happen but we say how evil of Lord to punish us so badly. While we overlook our misdeeds every day and accuse Him for everything we could, instead, apprehend the miscreants at the scene of crime. But alas! We can’t do that, now can we? Such acts are known as misdemeanours and not a crime in our dictionary. When half of the world considers such a thing to be morally ‘right’ we cannot metamorphose it as a rule.
                  We know the answers to everything, we have the solution for everything in this age and yet we claim to be ignorant when fingers are raised at us. We don’t like to be blamed and so we blame others. We are too dumb to speak and too deaf to listen. We are busy (or do we pretend?) in our own meaningless lives while forgetting how nature impregnated us and how we reciprocated that affection with a kick in its groin.

                     The question is - did we learn anything at all?

                  While my compassion eyed me with impotency all I could do was pen down the sorry event and ask for forgiveness on behalf of every soul on this planet. As the bludgeons sucked on to the life of the poor creature, I felt it was a soul-stirring moment for not only me but for everyone who watched it.

Lil' knowledge's a dangerous thing !!!

Little knowledge is a dangerous thing !! but a cipher in the subject is worse !!


I know the above maxim's true. Not only that I've also experienced it 'live'. There was this time when I showed up my ass at a viva session I didn't have any idea about. I hardly cared what the subject was. All I knew was that I had to impress the teacher somehow in order to get through. It was back in those days when I was trying to put two swords in a sheath by trying out my luck at AIEEE as well as cocking a snook at the textile engg. branch of MS university in Baroda wherein I had decided to try my luck out. My interest had gradually waned in MSU so I decided to give it a green signal while concentrating on the entrance exam more.

I showed up once during the viva of Civil out of the blue. Quite obviously I had no clue as I had never touched the book even. So I stood in the queue waiting for my turn carefree as I've never been, talking to strangers, making new friends, hardly caring for the tension that I should've taken otherwise. I knew during my earlier classes in the college that most of the teachers there were pretty lame in English. I wanted to take an advantage of their ignorance but I wasn't quite aware of the fact that the person who was questioning the students was actually a veteran in the field and a fluent nerd as well. When my turn came I decided to impress the faculty with a good interactive session with him. I decided to take the long route in answering his questions thus desiring to kill some time.

So when the first question popped up: What is dumpy level? (A piece of cake for the bookworms but hey not for me!)

My confident looks might've duped him for a second.... so I surmised .... when I began to make faces that would fool the most sturdy soul on the planet........ then ended up saying -

"Actually Sir, I am pretty sure that I wouldn't be able to answer that question of yours!"

The guy stared at me with a 'You are impossible' look of his and shouted at me, "If you don’t know the answer simply say I don't know!"

I at once corrected myself, "I meant, Sir... er ... I don't know!"

The next few words were his (naturally) which entailed him cursing me, swearing me like hell while I moved uncomfortably hither and thither on my chair.
Damn! Those words were harsh .............

A few more questions were answered with the assistance of the cliché offered by him (I don't know) and after that I was literally kicked out of the room.
When I stepped out I brushed myself and I swear I heard myself saying, "Well, That went well!"

While I brooded on how the entire Viva session went, I had an epiphany!

I realized I can't continue like that.... I could have at least seen the book for once but boy I was a busy guy back then. Rowing two boats at the same time is a Herculean task itself. So I decided to drop it off once and for all. I gave up MSU the very next day and decided to put some of the eggs in the empty egg cups I had.

Well that was quite an epiphany eh !

It was a mind-boggling, straight from hell experience for me and a day I can't probably forget for the fun of it! (:P)

Games messing with reality

It feels strange to find out how I am a sucker for games. Leisure is all I can think of when I’m put in front of a console. No matter how worse the situations get, ‘just a sec’ has always been my response to those who interfere.

One bizarre thing is that I never leave a game unfinished. If I leave something halfway all that pesters me the whole day long is the fact that I wasn’t able to finish what I had started. So I always rush back to finish my unfinished business.

Another weirdo is the fact that once I finish a game (and mind it I do) I watch the entire credits part as if it were a 'public' applauding my bravado. I drool over it and then hum its music for the rest of the day. I high-five the air when nobody’s around (or you’d think I am nuts), sometimes show my pals who the ‘real’ boss is, howl at them with crazy game talks, eye them with “Who’s your Daddy?” looks and show my buddies who’s the real boss and then show my buddies who the real boss is.......Wait did I say that already? No wonder the list is long!

Now surreal does not have its limits. All I can see for days are the characters of the games moving around with me in real. Like when I played all the shooting games like Rainbow Six and Call of duty, whenever I used to see a person standing far at a roof I used to have this strange feeling in my gut to snipe him down....... or whenever I saw a board, a wall or a tree something inside me shouted u gotta take cover bro! Funny eh!

Those crazy chess sessions had really got me bummed out when I wished every person to walk diagonally just like a camel or a queen in chess instead of walking straight while some games forced me to right click all the time (for defense) when somebody raised a hand to talk.

Now that’s called how games mess with reality eh!

A plan and the thing that follows .....

It is strange how you plan things to be and how different they turn out eventually. There is always someone messing with your plans out there and you don't have the slightest idea of who that might possibly be. While you would sit there cosily proposing things, there would be a counter-part to perfection with which you would be involuntarily related to and which would keep on disposing your lovely thoughts.

If you bring a little bit of negation with you and concoct something good thus ruling out or considering every bad possibility that might happen then there is a chance you might end up fulfilling your dream in the long run. No wonder we call that chance – mere ‘luck’. While people in the world are busy looking for things that might change their luck so as to whatever they plan would go according to their plan, they forget that they stand amongst their brethren ‘blockheads’ who are just like themselves. They believe in getting duped. They believe in getting conned.

To face the challenges that might pop up every now and then while working on a plan, it is necessary ‘to be prepared’. This is what everyone suggests. But you’ll be surprised to discover that all your premonitions were mere dust and all those possibilities you thought of earlier which were actually going to happen would not be sought after by ‘destiny’ to screw up your plan. The things which you never gave an eye or an ear to, would show up in the end thus ruining your plan altogether. Weird but true!

The Destined Roads

Whatever you get is predetermined. The moment you feel demeaned always remember there is something better that has been cleansed for you. You are the sole owner of that special thing. You can call dibs on that.

Your paths have been laid in front of you. It is your job to choose the right one that would lead you to your ultimate goal. Remember! no matter which path you choose you would always end up reaching your destiny. We should not feel scared if the path turns out to be an intricate one. There will be life's delicacies on the way which are meant to be savoured. Bon appetit to that !


I have been on such a path and I believe I'm still treading on one. I haven't yet achieved my goals. That tells me I've to keep on walking. I don't give a damn about the path coz I know that my path is right. My deeds are not flawed. My emotions are healthy. I devour the fruits of life so that I don't regret the missed opportunities. I dance with 'the joy' and the joy dances with me. I caress the fun and it fondles me. I am glad as I know that irrespective of the path chosen the predetermined destiny is sure to show up eventually and so I dangle carefree on the swing of life and hither and thither I move with a smile on my face and humour in my heart.

A bugger on the podium

I detest those guys who blabber a lot and don't do anything substantial. They always remind me of the politicians to whom we all cock a snook at. It is really pathetic to watch some babble on without bothering to watch where their tongues are leading them to. The flow drives us crazy and when it just starts to get on your nerves another list of imbecility gets augmented to the earlier incessant words and all you can say is - "There we go again !!!!"

Someone should really stand up against such babblers. They need to be stopped coz man they are driving us crazy. While we are busy listening to their nonsense and faking up claps, manifesting the signal of kudos for them, they are busy building up their confidence on false notions. They would one day end up losing big time. We would only want that to happen if we are really interested in watching a fall. If we are not then we will endeavour to stop it before something bad happens.

Every now and then if a guy blathers on pointlessly considering himself to be correct then boy we are praising a disaster who needs a good debate instead of a good clap as that is compelling him to think that he is always right. If we see injustice we stop them. That's what we do. We don't appreciate a blithering idiot. We laugh our asses out at him so that he is told what a jerk he is. But we are fed up of life. We don't want any liabilities on our shoulders. All we do is sit together and whisper banal remarks so that the fun gets lost in a group. Why can't we stand up and just smack the bloody hell out of him ? ( figuratively speaking ) !

Guys who say a lot and don't do a darn thing about it are called 'politicians'. That's in my dictionary buddy and I don't mean to be insolent at any point but that is the biggest swear word I've ever come across.

The Fall that teaches

It is so odd when the world is all of a sudden so condescending to us. It clearly puts you in a position wherein you can hardly think of getting out coz Boy you have become a part of the commotion, you have become a part of the flow. It is weird when people point out that some things are best while you know that they aren't coz deep down you know as you have seen it - the adversities that cling upon it. They point out some vague thing and call it clear. They point out the weak and call them strong. It is sometimes so disheartening when you experience it for yourself and find out the reality veiled behind the curtain of disguise.



People sometimes get acquainted to a place or two and consider themselves the adroit explorer. They swim across a river and take it for granted that they'd be able to cross a sea. Well du...uh that's only a figment of their imagination coz all they need is an eye-opener. The moment they'd do that i.e. dilate their eyes to see the reality Boom ! would go their dreams shattering into pieces. They'd be heart broken and would curse their imbecility. They would rebuke themselves for the things they didn't see coming coz they were short-sighted.

However I don't want to wake them up from their slumber coz they all appear cosy in their sleep. Their closed eyes remind me of the things that I used to do earlier when I was pretending to be asleep albeit with my eyes wide open. I don't want to disturb them. They would learn anyhow eventually. I want them to learn, learn from their mistakes so I don't get fingers pointed towards me for being audacious, so that I don't get accused for simply trying to be polite or for correcting others which apparently no one wants in the first place.

I want them to go for the leap. The leap of faith that would really unravel the mysteries of life. Making it through a fall would naturally give them the wings to explore the new horizon thus would eventually prove to them what kind of blockheads they were.. bragging about something they were hardly aware of.