Get A Life, The Killer Of Ansh

We have all witnessed a good testosterone fuelled fight between two boys. Heck, even girls. They are even entertaining. I remember in my school days (I sound old in this sentence, but I'm not), these fights would always be held on the football field. The reason was obvious- they wanted all the attention they could get. It was all in fun and play, they would fight, we would scream "Fight! Fight! Fight!" and after a fair amount of entertainment, the friends of the fighters would intervene and break it up. There would be abuses flying about and teenagers restraining teenagers but it was all very well. We got our piece of gossip for the next few days. That was our bit of drama in our otherwise monotonous school life.

But, it was taken to a whole new level with Ansh Agarwal, a mere 16 year old who was beaten to death because he had a fight with one of the boys in his society. The boy, accused in this case, with his friends-who were as stupid as him- went with hockey sticks and iron rods and bamboos and beat Ansh Agarwal to death.
I mean grow a spine, man (the accused). It was a lame fight. Get over it. Have a discussion. Slap him back if he has slapped you but don't freaking kill the guy. Seriously. Have some balls. Besides, have a fucking sense of humour. If you would have taken all of this like a sport, ten years down the line you would probably be laughing your ass off and telling your children stories about how you got into this fight with their Uncle Ansh over some lame reason. 

But now you'll be spending your life in prison. It'll be a lesson well taught. But at the expense of someone else's life, someone else's mother's tears and someone else's brother's regrets. Get a life, dude. Get a life.

Cynical Much?

Unnecessarily 3D

Today I saw Titanic in 3D and I was sorely disappointed. The movie did not have to be made into 3D to get more attention. It would have made money even in 2D. They’ve got to stop making movies in 3D just for the heck of it. Don 2 was unnecessary, Step Up was unnecessary and now this.
The screen somehow gets darker because of the glasses which takes away half the charm of the movie. It works for animated movies because they are already so bright that a little tint won’t hurt.
3D is only exciting for movies like Kung Fu Panda or Tin Tin. I loved Tin TIn. The attention given to the detailing was tremendous and Kung Fun Panda was simply hilarious.
If they wanted to make more money out of Titanic they should have simply released it again. They did not have to go to the lengths of making it 3D.

Reading Osho

I am an avid reader. I read almost everything except for sci-fi. Not that I think its lame but I've just never got around it.
But that’s not what this blog post is about. A few days ago my mom suggested I read Osho's work. Obviously I was sceptical. When I said I was an avid reader I didn’t mean I enjoyed spiritual mumbo-jumbo. But, the thought never left my head. Then at a family function I asked my sister, S if she's read Osho.
She nodded. “You feel the freedom in his words,” she said.
So, on a whim I typed Osho into the search bar on Goodreads and was instantly bombarded with a list of at least ten to twenty books. How much does this guy have to preach?
I just started reading one his books called Tears Of The Mystic Rose and I have to say that I am hooked. I can feel his anger at his father, I can feel the sadness he feels when his mother dies and I can feel the love he has for his bhagwan.
What’s surprising is that he doesn’t actually plan to become what he became. He just went with the flow and did what he felt passionate about and everything just took care of itself. I just don’t think that kind of passion exists anymore. I mean people pursue what they like because they hate it less, I guess. For instance, I would choose marketing over finance because I hate it less than finance not because it’s my ultimate passion. And I like writing but I’m not sure if I’m that good for me to give up everything else and just pursue it solely. What I’m saying is that I have one back-up plan after another. It’s like I’m expecting all of them to fall apart while this guy didn’t have a plan to begin with. The term “backup” probably didn’t exist in his dictionary either. The other word is “impossible”.
But I think what he means when he says that “impossible” didn’t exist is that he was ready to conquer all impossibilities in the world to make what he wants possible.
But the real question is: what am I so undeniably passionate about?

Happy. Sad. Happy Again.

Does anyone ever get used to joy or sadness? Will they ever stop affecting you?

Happiness is something that one keeps craving. One will be insatiable in that department. Sadness, on the other hand- no matter how hard or fast you run, with the latest Reebok Reflex shoes costing eight grand which is ridiculously expensive, It’ll always catch up with you. There’s no escaping it.

But everytime you get a whiff of happiness, it is as fresh and beautiful as it was the first time. And everytime the dark shadow of sadness crosses over you, it is as heart wrenching as it was, well, the first time.

They say when you feel nothing --neither happiness nor sadness you have reached the highest level your soul can achieve.  But isn’t that a paradox? How is it the highest level if you are numb? Isn’t it amazing to feel the ups and downs of life? Isn’t it amazing when you prove yourself and the world wrong and exceed your own limitations? Isn’t it completely humiliating if you fail at something and prove everyone right?

Or does it make you a lower mortal for resorting to such basic emotions?

Numb

I have been a Mumbaikar for nineteen years and three months now. That’s all my life.Maybe that’s why I am numb to a lot of things. Like the plight of the beggars during the rains, to see an urchin begging and touching me with his dirty hands when I travel in a Rickshaw, a man pulling a cart with his hands which is laden with heavy goods, young women and men working on construction sites and their babies running around barefoot and muddy with running noses, a eunuch touching me inappropriately as he or she claps his or her hands and begs for money, the pollution, the dust, the crowd, the dirt, my maid bending on her knees and working for hours on end so she can find money to study. Yes, I am immune to all of this and a lot more.

I don’t feel bad anymore. Is it because I see these things everyday? Or is it because I have put this in the back of my mind and accepted this as their fate or destiny. Their problem and not mine. Should I be worried? I rarely give money to beggars for fear that they may not use it for food and instead use it on other unnecessary vices or for fear that someone else might steal it from him. I have stopped giving money to eunuchs for a while now because they can find employment. For the labourers I feel a small amount of pity only because they are trying to earn a livelihood and aren’t resorting to begging. But otherwise I have just accepted these things as a part of life. That scares me.

I remember once, and this was around five years back, when I was coming out of McDonald’s holding a softy and the beggars outside just wouldn’t let me eat it. In the end I had to give it to them and I felt… angry. I’m ashamed I felt that way because I’ve had a million softies before and probably have a million more but those children were begging for a softy to be shared by eight others. I should have felt sadness or pity or guilt or some emotion that should’ve humbled me but instead I resorted to anger.

What if everyone starts thinking the way I do? What if everyone becomes insensitive like me, then what? What is this country heading towards? What is humanity heading towards? Because I’ll be educated and have a respectable job and earn decent amount of money and then spend all of it on spas and parties and clothes and yummy food. 

But, what about them?

Black Swan

So I was just watching Black Swan on TV right now but for the love of me I cannot understand that movie.
I get the part where she is battling with the good and the bad in herself, that she has always been the good girl and everything since childhood and when she plays The Black Swan, she explores her imperfections (that's how I interpreted it).
But, does she really die in the end? And the part where her toes are stuck together, what's that all about? And the part where she removes a thorn from her shoulder?
I loved the movie, even though I didn't understand it completely. She has acted brilliantly and the music adds a sort of eerie quality to it. It makes the movie even more haunting. Its a good watch but on's got to really pay attention.