Category Archives: Shantaram.

Taking stocks from the situation

Move over birds and bees as the bull and the bear are here! I bet that this is one topic people are talking about everywhere, adding some sense to the sex – the sensex! My knowledge of the stock market is not very deep-rooted and hence the terms like bear market and bull market actually amuses to the extent that I tried to search for their origin on the internet but alas, couldn’t find any 😦

Anyways, I think this issue can take a back seat for a few days and a much larger issue has to be taken note of – the nose diving markets all over the world. It is funny how America knowingly or unknowingly control the world. Either through the muscle or by using the dollar, its America all the way. I will give you an example from the world best seller ‘Shantaram’ which according to me fits this current situation to the T. Remember the lines where Lin comes to know that just for him to enjoy his hot water bathe twice a day, men have to carry bucket full of water on their shoulders to the tank situated on top of India Guest House? Lin feels ashamed of himself that just because of his indulgence and luxurious demand someone has to toil hard in the sun to the extent that he decides to stop his hot water bath. Precisely at this moment, Prabhakar shows him to other side of the coin. The side, grimmer and darker than a night without moon, he tells Lin that just because he wants to have a hot water bath twice a day, the man is able to earn some money by filling the tank everyday. So instead of stopping the indulgence, he should have more of those bathes as that burns the stove in the man’s home.

Now, to me this example fits perfectly to what is happening in the world economy. America is Lin and we all are those men who fill the tanks with hot water and survive on the earning. The point to be made is that there was a time when Lin left the guest house and the man must have been jobless till someone else filled Lin’s shoes. This time has come for America. We, India, must overthrow the Lin and take control of the situation rather than living on the mercy like rest of the world. It is strange to see how the world markets react to the rate cut in the US.

I mean, even if the slightest of problems cloud upon the US, we feel the jitters like its a butterfly effect of some sorts. Making sense out of the Sensex should be our top priority and overthrowing the US in terms of markets, both sensex and sex should be addressed with a certain degree of seriousness.

Till then, happy trying 😉

Suffering is happiness, backwards

Being a holiday, i normally don’t enjoy the luxury of being at home and lazing… today, was one such memorable day! A late start to my morning, the sun’s rays peeping into my room, straight into my eyes, screaming about the pleasure they were extracting from devouring my pleasured sleep. I had to give up. I don’t think i enjoy anything more than a lazy, slow and aimless day… But today, still was different as i had work to do. This world in which we live in is excruciating to the plight to a young 21-something guy who doesn’t know tad abut taxes but since, he is earning peanuts has to pay the nut in taxes with the shell remaining for him to savour!

Well, this was the start to my beautiful day! file the PAN application. I went to the same road which led to a place which gave me the most beautiful and precious gift of my life and took away the same too, my college. If given a chance i would never go back to the place but alas, I had to as the courier shop and the cyber cafe for print-outs was around that area. Its almost been a year since i went back to my college, the road to nostalgia was long, tricky and teary. I was confused with the choice of emotions i had at hand. I was cheerful yet sad, I was intrigued yet detached. There were many people in an around the campus whom i knew, who never changed places and whom i could say confidently, that they know me.

The air got heavier as i entered the premises. At once my inner-voice commanded me to go back but i continued staring at the vulnerable and content faces of students who were doing exactly what i did for three years. Sometimes i do feel strange for the fact that everyone, at different stages of their lives perform the same old activities going on for decades, or may be centuries. Girls were gossiping and bursting into sudden bursts of laughter, guys checking-out hotties and trying to make a conversation and making a fool out of themselves! Its a vicious circle i must say.

Amidst the crowd i sensed that i was suffering. And precisely then, words of Shantaram hammered through my head – suffering is happiness, backwards.

I was happy reliving the memories for those few seconds in the hell gates that i mustered the courage to enter. And I was happy that the place once was a synonym for heaven and life. The memories are few and affable, not enough for me to last my lifetime but has anyone left me with any other option?

Today, I don’t see myself different from the poor living in the inhuman conditions in slums. Living at my fourth floor apartment with the luxuries of being educated and responsible, is haunting me to death. I have always longed to be alone, aloof and distant from people. God never heard me then and I was surrounded with people. Now, when I wanted to be with friends, when i actually understood how it felt to be cared and loved by friends, when i actually realised the meaning of friendship and loved the company, God suddenly decided to listen to my prayers.
In silent tears i feel the guilt of my prayers and my love of loneliness. In light sobbing, i realise the true value of my flesh that is cut and thrown of mercilessly and in dark nights i fancy the wild imagination of the best days of my life. I have sailed through the happy times and now, i m living backwards.

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