FAST AND FURIOUS...

Some thoughts racing in my mind... some off track ideas that left me wondering... some awkward feelings occupying a essential place in my life... some striking incidents that needs special mention... they are making their way... they come up again and again... and remind me of who I am... here goes this blog... FAST and FURIOUS...

Saturday, February 9, 2008

AUTO-MATICALLY CHARGED BLUES

A green and yellow colored vehicle screeches to a halt. A Kurta-clad petite girl steps out and clumsily shakes her blue bag. Searching vigorously through the dungeons of her bag, she pulls out every teeny-weeny stuff out of it. She takes a look at her surroundings for a while and then pops out 100 bucks from her pocket. After a few seconds, she is seen roaming around the entire place waving the 100 rupee note asking every pedestrian for a change, wearing a worried look on her face.


The distressing lines on her forehead, the beads of perspiration on her lips, the hasty breathing through her puffy lungs- A simple narration of a horrifying episode of daily commuting through the dreadful autos. Delhi’s transport system has taken a beating in the recent years making life terrible for its citizens. Waking up early in the morning is not a thing that I detest but facing these iniquitous autowallahs or the rustic conductors of Blue line buses gives me awful goose pimples. Shelling out anywhere between 45-50 bucks for barely 7 Kms burns a huge hole in my pocket every sunny morning Walking through the Delhi roads, you are bound to bump into one or the other victims of these wicked autowallahs who have created havoc in the whole city. While commuting to my college I witness numerous girls or for that matter working women stranded on the bus stop (even I belong to this category of poor mortals), waiting for long strenuous hours just for that single bus which refuses to appear and even if it turns up it hardly guarantees you a safe and sound journey to your destination. Shifting out of the route to avoid traffic jams, these Blue line buses have become a master of their own destiny dropping commuters somewhere long on the road to their destination but charging the full price for the journey.



Exhausted of hanging around at the dreary and stinking bus stops of the capital and time consuming bus travels, one is compelled to avail the autos which is the beginning of yet another terrifying tale of Delhi’s transport system. Not only do they charge exorbitant prices but also shamelessly mislead you in broad daylight by opting for lengthy treacherous routes. Their meters are always out of order and fleecing the commuters their hobby. Keeping change is out of fashion for them and pestering the commuters their forte. They choose their victims with care and if needed, indulge in exhibition of mood swings to scare away those commuters who refuse to comply with their conditions. Playing cards at the auto stands, sipping innumerable cups of tea after tea and scrutinizing each and every commuter with suspicious eyes, they live their life king size with no stopping to their wayward avenues.




Do not be surprised if you see them exchanging warm greetings with the protectors of the law and having a healthy chat like long lost brothers. Well a sturdy alliance with the law holders... this is what keeps them going on and on like an unending river with indefinite depth... and when the law makers join hands with the law breakers, it is less said the better. Inefficient transport system, growing commutation problems and increasing corrupt practices. At the end of the day, the common man goes back home disappointed with no gains in his kitty.



The Government instead of playing politics and bulldozing unauthorized structures should first improve the basic transportation system so that the citizens can at least take solace from the fact that they are residing in the CAPITAL of the most developing country... developing in terms of corruption, bribery, dirty by lanes, criminal activities, caste violence and not to forget the ever growing population.




Friday, January 25, 2008

MR. DOCTOR!


“Look in my eyes. Forget about the whole world. Think about something beautiful... something lovely... something that will make you happy. Be calm. Don’t be nervous. I am not going to hurt you. It will be over in a while” Oh! Goodness gracious... This is not at all a romantic session going on with all its intensity and power. Dare you jump to some crooked and twisted conclusions because you will be shocked to know the reality!!! Any guesses? The winner will be handsomely awarded a million bucks... but I am sure I don’t have to shell out such an enormous amount ever. Yeah...Yeah I won’t bore you more with my never-ending melodramatic dialogues... The answer is finally out... well it is a gist of my experience with my family doctor at a clinic nearby my place of habitation. Now before you start asking me questions like: “Did the doctor have a crush on you?” “Were you in love with each other?” “Gee!! Girl what happened after that?”... Let me clear this vicious air... My family doctor is 70 years old and is still going strong. A father of two kids...oops!!! Not kids but two children who are elder to me by at least 8 years.


Hmmm... Do you think I will have the guts to commit such a monstrous crime? Agreed that Jia Khan was quite outgoing in NISHADB, literally going out of her way to fall in love with the Grand Daddy of Bollywood, none other than the Big B.... but sorry to say I am way orthodox in that manner and yeah I have to say I am a coward... Drifting back to the point, my doctor uncle is a jolly old man who has his own way of treating his patients. Be it young or the old, men or women, he will carry on his strategy like an experienced commander on the battlefield with all his might and bravado. Practicing for over 30 years, his professional medical stint was not a smooth sailing one.


Stumbling in between, striving hard to taste the medicinal success he struggled to earn a name for himself in this corrupt world. And mind you his record has been squeaky clean like the doctor’s white overcoat and I am proud to be associated with him since childhood. Although his dialogues or should I say his way of making the patient feel at home is quite amorous but the results are there to see. The patients calm down instantly and forget about all their worries which has become a kind of a habit for them. Doctor Uncle as earned surely plenty of well wishes and best regards from his patients, if not loads of money. After paying a visit to him I always sense a kind of inner happiness and contentment. A look at his mere face would compel you to think only thing: This old man has a heart of gold, so pure so divine, it is hard to find such people in today’s time. May God bless him and keep him safe from all kinds of trials and tribulations and when he leaves this earth even God will be crying from inside.

There are doctors and doctors everywhere, but my doctor uncle is very rare.

Hats off to you Doctor Uncle!!!

THE RELATIONSHIP(BF/GF) SYNDROME...




Walking down the lane with a bag hanging down my shoulders to the level of a tired laborer after a hard day’s work, my mind was brimming with innumerable thoughts... some plain, some complex, some easy to decipher, some tough to understand, some less evident, some more hidden... varied kinds of thoughts and feelings were entangling my mind in every other way. I was too busy living these thoughts to such an extent that I failed to notice a motorist hurling abuses at me for crossing the road when it was supposed to be a green light, a paradise for all the bikers and car drivers. But my eyes were too sharp enough to catch sight of a couple strolling down the way, hand in hand, arm in arm and eyes in eyes.



Oh! What a scene... adding to my woes of thinking and pondering over little issues of life, one more thought popped up... Why do people exhibit their love and care for each other in public? Why the hell do they make the singletons feel inferior in front of them? This affection bound behavior in public... What’s the use of this? Can’t they get a life? If they love each other damn so much then why not go and make love in their own backyards rather than bugging the singles like me who are ready to mingle but cannot due to some laid down strict rules and regulations? Perturbed at this distressing scene, I started to crack the reason behind this petty issue which carried a lot of weight in my life, at least for the time being!!! The possibilities could be, according to me, three.



Firstly the most thought of reason is that they just want to show the world their immense kindness and obligation towards each other that “Look, we are in a relation and we need to love each other. So let’s just get started wherever and whenever we get time off from our busy schedule. Even making out in public is not a bad idea.” Secondly, a mediocre reason probably, they are too much in love with each other that they cannot see any thing apart from their partner on this earth. This can be fake and short lived most of the times because it is mostly dominated by lust and desire for physical love than a much deeper emotional understanding. (Oh this reason sounds too complex to grasp) And lastly the least thought of reason is that they are suffering from the common syndrome called “BF/GF syndrome” i.e., BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND syndrome. To increase your standing among your friends you make a boyfriend or a girlfriend... your friends start feeling jealous and subsequently your image begins to form as an experienced guy or girl who supposedly not only knows it all but also has done it all.



These possibilities are just possibilities and not concrete answers to my all the more concrete queries. At the end of it I am still clueless... I am still confused... I am still puzzled... I am still bamboozled.... so I continue to drift in my ‘thinking’ world.... which will come up with yet another thinking issue next time which will force you to put on your thinking cap!!!

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

DO YOU HAVE TO LET IT 'LINGER'


The tide is high... the wind is strong... the sea-green water sighs and I just hum along. Head phones plugged in my ears, a tall lanky glass of mango juice, hands resting on my legs, stretching them as far and as wide as possible (Oh! No wonder they are aching now!!!) - A perfect Sunday morning and an all the more perfect beginning for my day. The tunes of the evergreen number ‘ODE TO MY FAMILY’ by The Cranberries was flowing gently in the atmosphere transporting me to a completely different world. I visualized myself as Dolores’ O Riordan, crooning away to glory and reaching on an all-time high. Sticking to the pre-historic mike and having a gala time with the band members, I was totally at ease. No worries, no regrets, only peace and a sense of satisfaction to the core. Just as I was busy collecting all the accolades and applauses from my fans, a blind bird flying way too fast quashed all my day dreams in a split second. Spilling all the mango juice over me, the bird sat on the nearby branch staring away to glory in the vacuum. Well this is not the first time. It happens with me more than often. Whenever I am relaxed and chilled out, I drift away to a world of my own.


It doesn’t stop here but keeps on transgressing every other boundary ever set by God on this earth. I start imagining myself in it and build castles in mid-air which are bound to fall the next moment. The strumming of the guitar, the beats of the drums, the timbre of the symphony and the electrifying atmosphere... a rock concert live on the idiot box... Oh! It is a paradise for me... The head banging of the rock stars just drives me crazy and then there it is born my dreamy thoughts. I picture myself as the rock star.... the ROCK GODDESS... who is revered highly, worshipped faithfully and cheered loudly. Taking the crowd by storm, I pave the way for a revolution in the ROCK circuit.... Belting out numbers like Smells like Teen Spirit, Pour some sugar on me, Sweet child of mine... I go on and on and on like a never ending river... unstoppable... no one broods, no one jeers, everyone enjoys, everyone cheers... Just as I was (once again like earlier) receiving all the well wishes of my crazy followers, either the electricity will cut through the charged atmosphere playing a spoil sport in my ‘rocky’ dreams... When will the reality change? When will my fantasy become a reality? When will I stop dreaming and become a ROCK GODDESS in reality? When will that time come? Innumerable questions with vague answers.... Till then these Rock dreams of mine will continue to ‘linger’ in the air....

BY-
SWATI “DOLORES’ O RIORDAN” PRABHU



Wednesday, October 10, 2007

THERE ARE TIMES IN LIFE- PART I




There are times in life when you feel frustrated and irritated to the core...there are times in life when you tend to take every thing damn thing to your heart not giving a thought to the main motive behind it... there are times in life when a sweet smile of the guy you crave for appears all fake and pretentious... there are times in life when you wish to slap someone so hard that even the people living in Antarctica hear its vibrations... there are times in life when a normal routine of regular life appears all irregular and abnormal suddenly... there are times in life when just want to cry your heart out without expecting anyone to lend a shoulder... there are times in life when you wish to be all alone and whole world seems empty and useless... there are times in life when you do not experience the air rushing inside your nostrils but a vacuous feeling pervades all inside you... there are times in life when you long to get rid of certain people who overtake your life and your own self without your permission... there are times in life when your mind fails to trust the most dependable person but does not think twice before relying on the most dumb and unfaithful of the lot... there are times in life when feel out of place to the hilt be it home or college or workplace or for that matter anywhere... there are times in life when you wish to leave everything and running away seems to be the only solution... there are times in life when you cannot sight the end of the tunnel but darkness and darkness everywhere... there are times in life when even writing down your innermost thoughts does not provide you the sense of satisfaction it used to give earlier...

These things mean only one thing to me...

JUST POUR YOUR HEART OUT AND MOVE ON IN LIFE!!!