Food for thought :: The Rise of the Underdog.

2009-10-24T10:20:00.000-07:00

"Why am I not allowed to go inside the building? Just because I'm poor, don't wear expensive clothes like you? I built this building for Gods sake, my brother broke his arm while doing the glasswork on the sixth floor, so then why this indifference ? who do you think you are ? God is looking at you"

And then he suddenly turned away and left almost as quicky as he had come. Wish I could even remotely describe the animal rage in the eyes of that man. I felt scared, threatened, alone. Then he left, almost as suddenly as he had approached. But before he left I could see a smirk forming on his face and there was this uneasy calm about him. The calm of a man in control, a man who knows what he is doing and the effect that his actions are creating.

All the way while I was driving back to my place, his audacity was staring me in my face and his words ringing in my ears. I was thinking of how to put him in his rightful place, should I call the police or maybe send a mail to the facilities and services lead. That would be more like the smooth talking well behaved corporate guy that I am and they would surely find him out and show him the door.

But by the time I reached home I realized that I had crossed umpteen unfinished buildings on my way, and work was going on in full steam there. Who are the people who work there, a crowd of faceless people from the so called darkness(as Arvind Adiga would have said). Suddenly all that he said made perfect sense, though the manner of his expressing himself was wrong but then what other options and/or platforms does he have at his disposal to vent his frustrations. Have we failed them as a society ? Have we as a nation not been able to keep the promise that Nehru made at the strike of the hour on 11th August 1947 ? Has the 'tryst with destiny' not been kept ? Where are we going wrong? What needs to be changed, what needs to be done differently ?

To Be Continued.

If music be the food of love, play on...

2009-10-20T13:41:00.000-07:00

My first post.. couldn't have been anything else but a homage to the greatest man who ever held a pen in his hand... I start with the few lines which i've been in love with since that fateful day in school when our 7th (or was it 8th) standard form teacher asked me to play the role of the Duke in the Skit that our class was supposed to perform on Teacher's Day... the rest as they say is History...

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, ,
The appetite may sicken, .
That again! it had a dying :
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more;
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, enters there,
Of what validity and soe',
But falls into and low ,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is .

Twelfth Night | Act I, Scene I (William Shakespeare)

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Food for thought :: The Rise of the Underdog.

If music be the food of love, play on...