Friday, 28 August 2015

Why India And Bharat Are Two Different Countries

I live in a land where not just in terms of wealth but also in terms of mindsets and intellects we have a huge gap. I choose to call this concept as CULTURAL LAG. So basically we are two different countries residing on this same piece of land India And Bharat.

One the one hand we have this ironical scenario where the wealth gap between the rich and the poor is so wide that you can almost find a skimpily clad girl stepping out of a Lamborghini and at the same place a skimpily clad man with just a bony skeleton and an empty plate.

What is more intriguing is the fact that how superficial have we become in our thinking. For God's sake where is the this country's intelligentsia? I search them because they need to give some lessons of basic common sense to these celebrities and hotshot people just like the RBI chose to give to the businesses.

There is a thing called as the corporate social responsibility whereby for each business house it is mandatory to put some amount of their profits into welfare of the common public. Indeed a wonderful concept! Like turning the tide of capitalism towards socialistic shores. Similarly what the intelligentsia needs to is to infest the influential people especially celebrities with the idea that you owe something to the social fabric of this country and that something is not money ... It is ETHICS AND DECENCY.

In India people know that a girl wearing a short skirt is not a big deal but sorry to say in Bharat, a guy with that narrow a mindset doesn't think so and it has nothing to do with the person. There are a plenty of reasons majority of them being sociological for such a phenomena. Shared values of a community, the personality, the individual's environment and on top of that education and the proximity one has had towards his/her family to name a few.

While I would love to go into the details of each but for now what is pertinent to mention is that WE ARE NOT AMERICA. We don't have a 100%literacy rate. We don't have a 24/7 exposure to and availability of internet all over our country. We don't have libraries in all nooks and corners of our cities , leave alone villages. Screw that! We don't even have schools for all.

So to all the celebrities, godmen and other perpetrators of culture in this country... What are you thinking when you make item numbers.What are you thinking when you deliver sermons that this world is transient and you need to focus on the other world. 
Do you have any idea what a laymen with not so developed cognitive skills to distinguish between these hi-fi philosophies would do? No, don't think he would ignore you. Oh! he idolizes you Mr.Baba . He will just stop working, just stop fending his wife and children , take that bloody SANYASA and say that this world is transient.And that would just create a GOOD FOR NOTHING POPULATION.


And equally amusing is the Bollywood, the news more so the entire media industry of ours. On one hand we have a newspaper with the level of the Hindu and Indian express and on the other hand we have news channels like IBN 7 that show everything apart from the news. I personally beleive the most misused article of the Indian constitution is the Art 19 Freedom To Speech. While we as a democracy boast of giving the freedom of expression and speech to every citizen, we fail to realize that with rights come equal responsibilities and duties not to take advantage of them. 
So, while people like Honey Singh do have the freedom of speech and expression, they need to realize that what they make and produce is not just theirs but belongs to people as well. With such a huge fan following and the realization that whatever you say n make will be blindly followed and idolized by people who don't have the intellectual capacity to just ignore and chuck it off as mere entertainment. When you commodify and objectify women, when you  proclaim that,"han mein alcoholic hu", do you even realize that a 7 year old chap chants your songs like mantra and thinks its just cool to be what you show you are. 
A young college graduate from a top notch college has the wisdom to judge and understand what is meant and what should be just taken as joke but a person of the same age residing in a village, who may or may not have any access to education, who may or may not have ever spoken to girls and woman in a normal fashion, who has never ever been exposed to the basic ideals of liberty, equality, justice nad rationality that our constitution stands upon,who still thinks and believes that a man and woman are not the same thanks to the cultural lag this country has and the low levels of education what message do you think is passed on to him. And then we have the same people who think its cool and okay to assault a girl wearing short clothes because a girl's character is directly proportional to the length of her clothes. 

So if you think Eminem abusing in his videos is bad. Well its not bad for America when 100% of America is modernized and educated and also because Eminem doesn't write for India and Afghanistan and also because almost half of India doesn't listen to Eminem but 99% of India listens to idiotic Bollywood item songs and plays them in all stupid wedding celebrations.

On that note , all I wanna say is please beware of what you are feeding this country and its people. Its not just the politics that is marred by this 'chalta hai' attitude , its not about corruption in economic spheres, its also about corrupting one's mind . So please don't go by things ... don't sell them because market mein yhi chalta hai... wo chalta hai kyunki wo bikta hai.

- Athena 
For the pledge I have been taken for the 15 years of my school life each morning

"To my country and my people, I pledge my devotion.In their well being and prosperity alone, lies my happiness"









Wednesday, 26 August 2015

HOW MY BOYFRIEND'S EX BECAME MY GOOD FRIEND


Sounds weird?? But it did happen to me. For one reason that I am essentially not a judgmental person. It all started with... of course a Facebook friend request but before that let me mention that my boyfriend had spoken to her about me and her reply was,"are you sure about her? If yes, then please don't her." 
So now why wouldn't I look past the ex tag and see the wonderful lady that she must have been. So moving from facebook to whatsapp was a gradual step and thus began a teeny weeny exchanges of words and greetings, with an occasional compliment or two.  
Somehow I realized that I shared with this lady much more than phone numbers. I shared with her during different epochs of time, the man I was with. She knew him as closely as I know and that makes it all the more unique as this is something no one can categorize and qualify into a certain relationship.
And it so happened that on all the instances when I had problems with the Man she was the first one to come to me with a genuine and considerate helpful hand and advice. Of course she could do it better than anyone else as the beast that we sought to tame was ONE. It was more like roaming through the great school of Hogwarts holding an old friend's hand and searching new pathways and juggling through the drifting staircases.
So why she became his ex was a question that would so naturally cross my mind. Whose fault was it? Why did it happen? Whatever the answer , the one thing I knew was that the glass through which we both had seen the Man was the same. The same set of positive qualities coupled with the same set equally annoying negative qualities...it all stood stark naked ... the Vetruvian Man with all his virtues and vices. 
Amidst all this I found a good friend, a confidant, a lady with a genuine and wise outlook towards life... a partner in wisdom.Its just a matter of your patience and how efficiently you can ignore the otherwise so obvious vices. She chose to walk away because HE WAS NOT WORTH IT.
I, if ever choose to walk away, its obviously because HE WAS NOT WORTH IT.
I am yet to meet her but trust me I admire her for showing such maturity and integrity when it comes to dealing with people. I admire her for the amazing way in which she gave me reasons not to give up on my relationship. I admire her for being so upright and honest about what is right and what is wrong and even to the extent of telling me that no doubt you should love with all your heart but you should equally respect yourself and value your future if the guy isn't worth it.
Because for once I know it well that she wasn't the one to give up and neither am I. But somehow , may be sometimes IT IS WISE TO GIVE UP ON THE WRONG PERSON AT THE RIGHT TIME. 

- Athena 

Monday, 24 August 2015

THE REAL FAMILY




A writer's late night desk 
-athena
The radiant skin , the shining eyes , the wide smile , the rushing tears ... Nothing shall remain ,
And neither shall our ego, our status our bountiful health...
But one thing shall always haunt ... Shall always linger , like a ghost , like the shadow of your old self ...
One thing !
Losing the one who loved you with all their heart and soul ,
Losing those eyes that waited for a single glimpse ,
Losing those hands that prayed for your happiness,
Losing that heart whose only happiness was to see you happy,
One regret shall we all have ...
When one day we stand at the afternoon n evening of our lives finding that noone really bothers , none really cares as they did and yet in the haughty arrogance of our youth , in the glittery world of the city lights , in the dripping drinks and the rising highs ,
In the puffs of smoke and the euphoria generated,
We forgot to treasure that hand which held us without a single word ,
We forgot to wipe tears from the eyes that cried for us ,
We forgot to lift the soul that bent down to support us,
We forgot to protect the love that was pure ...
And in that moment shall we realise that not just have we been fools but cowards ...
Because
'Everyone finds love , but only the brave know how to treasure it '
© Athena
P.s - Leave your home, go live alone and you will know who is your family and who isn't.

Wednesday, 19 August 2015

Breaking Your Comfort zone - First Impressions Of An Independent Life At 23

 
Breaking Your Comfort zone - First Impressions Of An Independent Life At 23
-Athena
I moved to Delhi two weeks back and its a plethora of crazy emotions. Its not just for work that i have made this move , its for one simple and yet important reason - BREAKING MY COMFORT ZONE. 23 years of living under the protected arms of my mother it was imperative for me let it go because as they say,"life begins at the end of your comfort zone".
So while I won't proclaim to be strong or completely numb to the fact that as much as it was simple on the outside it was equally challenging on the inside. For someone like me who micro analyzes every small thing that runs in her mind it can be pretty daunting to move out of one's comfort zone when millions thoughts run across. Thoughts of missing your loved ones, of having no friend, of having to learn the ways of big cities and of sheer anonymity.

Every night for the first few days was a saga of ramblings and rantings to go back home, with a million excuses for myself and each morning is a wake up call with a single statement - BREAK YOUR COMFORT ZONE AND LEARN TO SURVIVE
So from beating that odd feeling of seeing a lock upon the door when you arrive from work to maintaining that expressionless face while you travel in a metro , from getting used to no one waking you up to getting your own breakfast (which is always so dry without the special love of mom) its all those tiny little things in between that make you think ,"If you do what you always did, you'll get what you have always got'.

And along the lane i stepped on some pebbles and spotted some gems. I picked them both. Gems as the proof that I have the spark in me and that the spark shines. The pebbles as subtle reminders that there are lessons that need to be learnt the hard way.
Each day is a new story with a million new faces that feel all the same and what amuses me is the thought that why do people here move like zombies going on a death trial. :) Some sleeping, some sleep walking but all having one thing in common... the 'LIFE IS A RACE SYNDROME '

The journey has just begun and all i know is,
                           My steps may falter,
                           My knees may get bruised,
                           I may lose my way,
                           I may lose my destination,
                           But i won't lose myself and neither my words
- Athena

Thursday, 9 July 2015

NO WILL TO DO ANYTHING SYNDROME {NWTDA}

NO WILL TO DO ANYTHING ! 
Yeah , this syndrome ! Well really its a culmination of two three diseases . One , the exams are over . Second, you are awaiting results . Third , your student life is over . you are finally a law graduate . Fourth , you are hoping to get a job and make an independent living while your dad is all freaked out because of old societal dogmas and a logic that i will run away with someone . Oh god ... seriously !! cant i run away from Jammu itself . Anyways once a jerk always a jerk ( dont judge me with a moral disease okkk!!!)

And lastly when you are writer , you know what a writer's block is . well , my mind is totally blank . No idea ... nothing at all . 

So the post student life as many purport should be fun and mostly catching up on the things that you always wanted to do . well then thats what i am doing . SLEEEPINGGGGG..... 

Well yeah apart from sleeping and just reading some stuff i have virtually shut my eyes n ears on anything thats happening in the outside world . pretty difficult for me to beleive in given the fact that that i am a news maniac . 
He is away so more n more added peaks of idiotic frustration , though i am really surprised as to from where did this patience and sensibility enter my head . May be just the perks of being an army girlfriend . ya ya ... be strong ! thats how the mantra goes . Well then i have never been this strong and mature before . Its been terrible five days since the last call .... thanks to poor network and Indian army but koi na ... HUM BHI HAIN JOSH MEIN !!!! 
Reverting back to the primitive means of communication ... letter writing . yeah ... see told ya ... ITS PRIMITIVE !!!! 

Anyways ... hoping to get the job , moving to delhi soon and .... READY TO TAKE ON THE WORLD ALL BY MYSELF ... WITH SLEEPY DREAMY EYES AND A BIG WIDEEEEEEE SMILEEEEEE !!!!!!

Sunday, 5 July 2015

DILEMMA

Good morning.. People of the earth ....

No poetry no prose .... I am here with just a confession of a human who is not scared to be scared . Who finds it utterly difficult to claim with boastful confidence that ,"I ain't scared of anything". 

I have dilemmas , fears , incompetences ... We all have them . 
Isn't it like some points of time in our lives we feel too weak n timid . Its not about the fear of not being able to do things ... Its the confusion of not knowing in the first place about what you can and what you can't do .

You have lived in a comfortable cocoon of your own and though you so desperately want to shake off n break free from the trap .... A tiny lil part of you pulls you back ... Coaxing ...yes I think coaxing you into a thought that its all warm n safe here ... The outside world is bad and harsh and cruel and a lot of other creepy things that you have been told ....
That lil teeny weeny pricky thought tells you that you have lived 22 years of your life in a particular way ...u should be mad to even think that you can do things that are challenging , tough and far beyond your comfort zone ....
And amidst all your hi fi talks n preachings u look at this tiny thought ... That rascal gives you a devilish smile ... Knowing that he has got your nerve ....

And you land up in a dilemma ... A pool of weakness and under confidence ... Trying to justify it by your so called rationality and practicality ....

That you don't know whether you will be able to face challenges ... Be itphysicsl or mental ...
Wether you will be able to hold your head up high despite innumerable insults you would receive ...
Wether you will b able to put up courage despite being thrashed and beaten every time ...
Wether you will be able to hold back tears in the tough times of pain and suffering...
Wether you will emerge glorious...

Your mind says ...don't be stupid ...just let it go ....
But your wretched heart says ," how can you back off ...you hv just one life ...how cn u not test yourself... How can you let go of an experience no matter bad or good ... How can u spend the rest of your life in regret of not doing a thing just coz you were too scared to do it ".

And the saga continues n so does my dilemma
But somewhere I realise that its our own battle ...EACH ONE OF US ... N noone can help us but ourselves ....
I don't know the answer ....
But I think for now its best to just sit back n work n let the things unfold themselves ...

#Athena
#dilemma

CHANGING SPECTRUM OF HOME

CHANGING SPECTRUMS OF HOME
-ATHENA

A step taken from there , a step put here,

a feeling of leaving things , a feeling of seeking experiences

few days when i missed my strings back home , now the coming day when i miss the strings i have tied here ,

i seek where was my home ,

the place i came from …

the place i lived …

the place i learnt from …

or the place that comforted me ….

home is where the heart is ,

home is where my longing is …

home is where ur arms are ….

home is in the embrace …

home is is my brother’s pranks …

home is in her lap …

home is this life which teaches me every waking second

and engulfs me in dreams …

every sleeping hour