Mindless Tattle of an Anthoropophobian
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Why consumers join SNS?
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Europe
Welcome to Denmark! There is a theory about Danes. Denmark is a mostly a very flat country, with Copenhagen being best. Therefore the entire town instead of spending on cars, rides bikes (cycles for us Indians). So a country where whether its a mother taking her children to the supermarket or an investment banker going to work in his best suit, they all ride bikes. So a city where people get such good exercise at least twice a day are bound to be happy. This i found when applying for Danish VISA, CPR, University application, registration, courses, anything. Danes are so happy, doing things cant get any easier in any part of the world. Two weeks of touring CPH on my ladies bike and i regret not coming here earlier already.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
About Living Abroad
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Its easy to make a relationship work
Sunday, February 14, 2010
13-02-2010, German Bakery, Pune
Coming back from Soho’s or Kiva’s i would always slow down crossing the German Bakery because there would always be cops or ‘mamu’ as we so lovingly call them. Not one or two but many and your mouth stuffed with mint, your seat belt safely on, you would pray that they would’n stop you. Pune, my home where i have spent twelve years of my life, went to school, college, worked, got trained in drinking, played cricket, football, learned how to ride a bike, to drive a car, had my first crush, my first girlfriend, had my first accident, the list goes on. A city so obsessed with simplicity, with convenience, moving at a casual pace, it almost seems lazy. Almost like a younger brother of Mumbai which worked so hard for all it has while the younger one just borrowed all the style, the culture, the class, the food, the places but still retained its character, its pace. The city i so love; the city where i am still an outsider; a non maharashtrian.
A blast rips german bakery, the town’s favourite place to have breakfast, best place to sit and have a snack in the evening, a stone’s throw from Mochas, right at the entrance of KP. Why should anyone be surprised and take Pune as some place different, i mean Delhi, Mumbai, Jaipur, Hyderabad, Banglore, its happened everywhere. I mean Pune has the NDA, one of the strongest Air Force bases etc but so does Delhi, India’s capital. What makes you wonder is why was Pune spared for this long then; and why now. No one has the answer except the man who kept that bomb and killed an IITian from kharagpur who was just sitting with his girlfriend and his sister, a few innocent waiters, even a Marathi manoos. But one would think that on a Saturday evening, Valentine ’s Day eve, there has to be cops there. I’ve always seen them every night in good numbers. But no wait; i almost forgot; one of our superstars (of another religion), an ungrateful idiot said something about cricket and Pakistani players (which i believe a lot of other cricketers and people did and did so openly on TV also but hey, they are’n big movie stars and above all they are not of a particular religion) that it hurt the true Indians, our nation’s pride in patriotism, the martyrs, the Shiv Sena, so deeply, that these fine gentlemen decided to protest against it. These civilised secular folks chose to show their displeasure in the most non violent way (per them at least) that they know; ransacking theaters and attacking people’s homes. What better cause this country needs than putting a tape on our personalities that are not of the same religion; to not allow them to express their opinions like anyone else.
The whole thing was (a very noble cause indeed) such an issue that our government decided that it was against the constitution (how ridiculous of them; what are they talking about) and chose to protect the movie theatres so as to facilitate the screening of the movie in the state. Entire police force of Pune was busy protecting our multiplexes from our enlightened brothers (oh sorry, not brothers, i am a non maharashtrian), our bringers of light from non violently protesting, while some terrorist casually walked into the unguarded koregaon park and killed what could have been my friends, my family, people i love.
It seems all the education of us Indians is for nothing if we cannot identify the real terrorists. If we cannot see right through this farce of Non mumbaiker, non maharashtrian, non hindu that these politicians are perpetrating. We cry foul over racism on Indians in Australia and accept that a man living in Pune for twelve years can still be an outsider. We need to look inside before we point a finger out. I thank god it’s not someone i loved this time and dread the next; unless we combine our thoughts and choose to change. I had tears in my eyes when i saw the news yesterday because I belong to Pune and even if a lot of people there consider me an outsider, i love my home.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Coming Back Home
“The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned”
Yes, i picked this up online and how ever cool it would have been, this wasn’t the thought that had come to my mind when i landed back home. India, my home country! After almost cancelling twice, missing the train to the Airport and rushing in at the last moment to find my seat occupied by a really hot British girl, i almost thought this was a sign. “Turn around and go back son”. Well then i thought i might as well go till HK now that i am on the plane (yeah she had the aisle seat next to mine while she wanted the window seat... and yeah i did let her sit at the window...). Finally after 15 hrs i landed in Mumbai (they upgraded me to business class from HK to Mumbai, so i couldn’t really say no) and after a lovely and welcoming conversation with the immigration officer about why don’t i have my visa stuck on the passport and why do they have it online and convincing him of the fact that they don’t allow you to stay in Australia for so long unless you HAVE a visa, he allowed me inside my own country. The first thing you notice is that the people here are more, well ‘people’. You see five guys in a row without a six pack and ten women in a row without the ability to carry a really small skirt off and you know you are among your kind. It is only after you get rid of this insecurity of yours and gain confidence again that you notice the other distinguishing feature that everyone is brown.
I had completely forgotten the kind of welcome you get when you travel in India and was reminded of it in a rather fancy way. At 4.30 in the morning, you walk out of the international airport on red carpet with lights focussing on you from above (whoever thought of that) and hundreds of people cheering around you, dying to reach you while behind red tape and you feel like a movie star. It’s an incredible feeling just to walk out and smell the morning air. Except, when you do smell the air, it stinks (no offence folks, i love my country a lot, but it’s a fact). And then you listen to the cheering crowd around you more carefully and realize they are travel agents and drivers looking to cash in on international customers, screaming to get you to stay in their hotel or travel in their cab. The noise, the smell, the colour of the sky, look of the streets, different as it may feel, never once deters you from feeling relieved, a strong feeling of being wanted again, of being a part of the crowd and not stand out as an outsider. A four hour drive home from the airport to Pune and it felt like i had never left.
We all want to travel and see places, go to another country, meet new people, learn new cultures etc etc. Especially in India, going abroad is the most exotic thing any young boy or a girl would like to do. Every bright kid educated enough to locate ABROAD in the map is looking for a way to go. What calls them is money, civilization, better standards of living, hot white women, or god knows what else. But sadly this only lasts for a few month after you have lived abroad. You start to think that you were better off visiting the godforsaken country as a tourist. The main reason can be explained by asking one simple question – What motivates us? You can say success, power, achievement, blah blah, only if you want to win a beauty contest. What really motivates us is friends, family, your loved ones, people you really care about. You can make friends anywhere you go in India so you don’t feel such a need here. Hell there are so many people, how difficult is to find someone who shares the same frequency as yours anywhere around here. But can you find that same comfort with a white guy? The answer is a simple NO unless you were born there and have grown up with them. The gap in the culture is too wide to fill by the being open minded and being flexible and versatile. Simply accepting change does not change you. The urge is too strong and those who don’t yield to it continue to pretend that they are happy, while not being anywhere close to it.
Well i am home and grateful that i only have another 16 months to go before i can finally be back to the people i care about.