Live n Let Die !

We all sooner or later reach a station in life where we get bogged down with pressures of managing our past or present relationships, business/job, health, feelings of redundancy or irrelevance. I say, insert a twist in the tale…spit out the unsavoury, ignore the unwanted, begin dancing to your own tunes, wink at yourself remembering peccadilloes in Piccadilly/Pan Bazar or Police Bazar, raise a toast to yourself, and sing at the top of your voice Dr. Alban’s “It’s my life”. Let your hair down, love yourself unapologetically, and be a harmless hedonist. Cheers to the free spirit…flowing or otherwise. Live n let die*.

(*the sad feelings)

 

Right or Wrong!

The well-meaning agencies caution us against paying child-beggars, but we wish to help them out of pity or to assuage our own guilt feelings; the mind forcefully argues against riding on the dignity and drudgery of the old rickshaw puller, but his plight tugs at the heart to allow him to earn his bread….

In situations such as these, where the heart pulls in one direction and the mind pushes in the opposite, can we, as humans, ever sit in judgment over what is right and what is wrong?

Right or wrong, in the conflict between the conscious and the conscience, I am inclined towards the latter.

Where we are and where do we go depends a lot on where we come from!

Where we are and where we go depends a lot on where we come from!

Where we were situated at birth, decides to a large extent and with some exceptions, what we are today and where we are situated now. Not to belittle one’s own achievements, the exceptions merely prove the rule.

Those of us born with a silver spoon in mouth, have the shining polish on nails, boots n manners; go to that international school and the ivy league college; get into a great job or inherit the ancestral business. And life is a serial party, a picnic under the hanging garden.

Someone born in a poor family spends entire life trying to fend for self and the family. Children, if at all lucky to be in a government school, are forced out of it sooner or later as more working hands are needed for survival. Even if there is an earning eked out of drudgery, it is so meagre that all of it is spent on few morsels and medicines. The threshold, the inflection- point to break out of the vicious circle of abject poverty and misery is rarely crossed.

Just as wealth begets wealth, poverty begets poverty. Just as birth in favourable circumstances gives a kick start to life, birth in poverty tends to keep one in perpetual penury for generations.

And we have no role to play in where we are situated at birth. It’s accidental whether we are born in a CSS, a R K Marble or an Ambani household, or in the family of a beggar, a bootlegger or a grave-digger.

The arrogance then, which comes from one’s status or station or so-called success or sense of self-importance, is laughable.

In a lighter vein:

Commented someone with pompous humility “whatever I am today, I owe it to the family”.

My remark: “why blame the family?”  : )

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Of Popular Obsession

Why are we so obsessed with the thoughts of the people we don’t care for or don’t like ?

Are we so insecure that we have to pull them down constantly, repeatedly to show ourselves or our favoured  favourites in shining light ?

Agar hum unhen nahee chahte, to unka jikr kyun karte hain ?

We tend to mention them more often than the people whom we like, we love.

Everyone sooner or later reaches his/her level of incompetence. Each to his own ! So why ca’nt we leave them alone ?

We relentlessly deride n ridicule some people… may be due to our personal prejudices, political affiliations, or socio- cultural inclinations…whatever. We become judgmental, pass sarcastic remarks, forward uncomplimentary n derogatory (often false n ridiculous) forwards, and generally pull the person down with childish (perhaps malicious) glee..at times with the intent to malign, and at times unthinkingly….without any thought, without any application of mind..becoming victims of herd mentality.

But to what purpose ?

We only manage to be counter-productive….by our obsessive behaviour we succeed in embedding n implanting this person’s memory in the minds of one n sundry. We don’t allow the person to fade away…gracefully or even ungracefully….. we bring his presence in sharp focus time n again !

While fuelling the person’s unpopularity, we forget unpopularity is also a form of popularity. End of the day, willy-nilly we end up serving his purpose. As Oscar Wilde famously said: “The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about” !

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