Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Reservation

I have always wondered the continuance of life. For continuance of a species which is mortal, one needs reproduction. You need almost equal population of the entities which help carrying on the process, i.e. members of both side of the sexual divide.

But I could hardly spot the equality. During my graduation, the fairer sex occupied merely 6% of the entire pie. I do not remember the data for next two years at work but it was not significant. Post graduation occupancy was definitely better than the graduation days with nearly 14% but I was still bamboozled. My state continued till I ended up in my current organization.

The organization seems to be determined to actually mean the term gender equality. Every morning I see a plethora of new females walking in to take a revenge of their so called suppression by males for ages. Every morning, my childhood dream of being surrounded by divas comes true. Please do not doubt my sexual orientation but it really feels uncomfortable to me for whom the fairer sex has always been a breed not very different to aliens. I always felt like a tourist whenever I saw one worth looking.

But every dream has a price. And what price I am going to pay? Historically, the ratio of females has been low in corporate world. But now organizations seem determined to improve it. Why? One of the silliest reasons given is, to improve the work culture. But what about the efficiency which might be jeopardized? May be it's a well thought-off, preferred and revenue increasing move so that organizations thriving on per hour rates increase the numerator.

Hence, the acceleration to improve the ratio. But as Newton suggested in one of his laws, you always need a force to generate the acceleration. The force is to give preference to so called weaker sex. And the same force might be denying the opportunities for stronger sex, somewhere. This is again an invisible, unintended reservation. And with reservation for supposedly suppressed races in private sector not beyond sight, imagine the life for males in upper castes. The pie of opportunities seems to be getting smaller and smaller for them and competition is ever so increasing. I wonder how the life is going to be for non-achievers. May be we are headed back to the days when Brahmin was a sugar coated word for beggars. God bless them.

PS: The act of writing has been done in testing conditions of "being idle at work", "heavy hangover" and "ever so empty mind". This post has also been written to intend pun and show my humor. Please do try to find it. If you are not able to, close the browser. Please do not doubt my non existent logic and start sending hate mails.

Death

'Its better to burn out than fade away', this is what Jimmy Handrix/Some nirvana singer said before killing himself. The members of optimistic society might see his act of suicide as an act of cowardice, but I beg to differ a little bit.

Let's start with from the point it all starts. When you are born, you are not asked if you want a life or not, it's some one else who makes that choice without even taking your view in consideration. You have not even a single say in choosing the religion, family, place, time or any other measurable or immeasurable entity. So the game starts by you learning the rule of the game by start playing like a rookie and trying to master excellence. But the game doesn't give a start to everyone on even keel. Some start way ahead from others whereas some don't even get to run on the track. But the parameters to measure the performance and decide the Victorian are predefined and blindly measuring the output. No one gets a handicap for the late starts, tottering starts, brutal stoppages. It's a bloody cruel race.

But what if I don't want to run in a race I never wanted to? Why not I can easily opt out of this? After all, I wasn't asked when I was born, so no one should question me if I want to die.

Why 'suicide' is such a taboo in the society and seen as an act of cowardice? If I kill my self, it's just that I want to opt out of something that was forced upon me. May be I never wanted this.

Suicide is an act when an individual's capacity to suffer in the hands of life crosses the extremes. Capacity becomes a relative word which entirely depends on individual's tolerance towards pain. So, let the individual decide the performance of the act and respect it.

As a student of science, I have always studies the law of downhill diffusion. The only place I could spot the exception, the existence of an uphill diffusion, is life. Why should I accept the exception when the rules of real world state otherwise?

For the optimists lobbying for the life to be beautiful, it all lies in the eyes of beholder. What if my eyes refuse to accept what my mind is being told by them?
Life is an egoistic bitch; it'll put you to a test of extremism even at a slight disregard. Death is an angel, even though we are all always running away from it, it happily accepts us in our worst of forms.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Peace in Life

I just came out of cancer hospital and could have a look at the Ashram and the pupils of the Guru I better don't name on this public forum for my own betterment. I could see the aura around it. The members of the ashram, mostly with the skin having ruled us for centuries, seemed to be in complete peace with their souls, roaming around in plane simple cloths, having sips of coffee in Barista and enjoying their cigarettes. I could see the peace, satisfaction and all the words even remotely related to wisdom and Moksha. It does take courage to give up the luxuries of life and devote your self to God, completely.
All crap. It's a total status symbol nothing else. All searching for an entity with doubtful existence, God, are nothing but people lost in search after having enjoyed all the pleasures and luxuries of life. You start thinking of Moksha, peace of soul and stuff when you do not have to worry about more brutal aspects of life. Henceforth I can believe a Vinod Khanna joining such an ashram but have you ever seen an Auto wala, your vegetable vendor or you yourself going in search of such intangibles? That is because life has been cruel enough to keep them busy in quest of those luxuries, these Gurus preach to forget.
I doubt the entire concept of Moksha. If one is suggested to spend the life just in mere quest of God till it lasts, better make this expenditure shorter and kill yourself. The soul anyhow is believed to be meeting the all mighty after death if we go by the rule books of the game. God did not create us to meet him back in his world. He created us to run his industry of species in most practical and balanced way, be it good or bad.
I have always doubted the scripting of such paths leading to Mokhsa. Is it not running away from the misery of life towards the shelter of saints which is nothing but a mere act of cowardice? Life is all about fighting it hard and fighting it out. It's about killing it all before you get killed. Mysticism is not in staying in secluded aloof mountains or lush green ashrams and meditating but in facing the dirt of this very real world. The former option is a more for those who are on the right side of the term "done it all" or those who are simply too not intrepid enough. Life is like a relay race. You just pass on the baton once you finish while the race goes on. Why to quit the race in between and enjoy your air conditioned dressing room when you actually are supposed to sweat it out?
I have always doubted the scripting of such paths leading to Mokhsa. Is it not running away from the misery of life towards the shelter of saints which is nothing but a mere act of cowardice? Life is all about fighting it hard and fighting it out. It's about killing it all before you get killed. Mysticism is not in staying in secluded aloof mountains or lush green ashrams and meditating but in facing the dirt of this very real world. The former option is a more for those who are on the right side of the term "done it all" or those who are simply too not intrepid enough.
Life is like a relay race. You just pass on the baton once you finish while the race goes on. Why to quit the race in between and enjoy your air conditioned dressing room when you actually are supposed to sweat it out?

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Females in the ATM

Ever since electronic currency entered my wallet, I stopped carrying cash along with me. Being a spendthrift, that forces me to be in the vicinity of an ATM all the time and has increased the number of visits I have to make to it.

So I landed into one of the ATMs last evening only to realize the power of weaker sex once again. As ever, I was the last person in the queue with 4 divas trying to lead (???) me. If I was in the process of realization, they were in the process of self actualization. Everyone was so tensed about their withdrawal as if they were going to face the exam of their life. And as soon as they entered the ATM, they started doing something not associated with women, "think". Some great philosopher said, all great ideas come when you are replying to nature's call because that is where you take privilege of your privacy and think. It's somewhat different for women. They invariable do the soul searching inside an ATM, need not be alone. It could be in group, on phone or whatever.

But they are extremely methodical while dealing with the ATM. They check if on the two consecutive wrong entries of PIN the machine gives you a warning or not, then confirm the PIN with some one out side. Next is the time to take out the mini statement and balance enquiry follows. "Yeah, the final figure in both must match."

ATM for them is like a play ground, the guinea pig and they just love experiments. So if you are waiting outside, keep waiting. I have actually seen two females discussing the menu of the machine in the context of "if then else" scenario with a long queue outside it. Once I did a survey about the same. On an average, males take 40 seconds and females 2 minutes for their withdrawals.

Finally after some 10 minutes I was obliged with an entry in side the ATM. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. The lady who was standing ahead of me in the queue had come back to check if she has forgotten her purse there and wanted to come inside only to find out there was nothing which could have been seen from outside as well.

Actually government of India must take a note and should order banks to have separate ATMs for both sides of sexual divides. A PCO, some beauty equipments, software to match the mini statement and balance enquiry figure, a television are a must for female ATMs. You can add to this list for sure.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Darna Jaroori hai-A Comic bluff

A character goes to a movie hall, ask for Samosa and get a pack of popcorns which last for the first half of the movie. This is the level of directorial mistakes Ram Gopal Verma's factory has emulated.
Darna Jaroori Hai is Ramu's another crack at the world of non- existents, the ghosts and their stories. As a producer-director, Ram Gopal Verma gives us some hope of being a savior from Yash Chopra's terribly boring love sagas or Karan Johar's never ending Family Dramas. But unfortunately he has restricted his world of movies to either underworld or Ghosts.
However, we must salute Ram Gopal Verma for his guts to experiment. Single movie, 6 different stories and each directed by a different director. It comes as a relief in the world of Bollywood where a so called legend Yash Chopra has naver had the guts to sway away from love stories or Su raj Badjaatya means only painfully long family dramas. To start your career as a Video Cassette Library owner and reach a level where you are helping others making their debut, is an effort which needs applauds.
The movie starts with a story which most logically proves that the mere existence of ghosts and the entire concept is just the genesis of human mind. It's the lack of belief in your senses because of which the belief in extra natural species rises.
Rest of the movie continues on the same lines of "Darna Mana Hai", the previous part of the movie. Even the best story is a total lift from the earlier movie. You feel like as if you are watching a skit / play competition where every team wants to showcase what it has in store for you and rush off.

The movie seems to be a comedy instead of a horror and you wonder if Ram Gopal Verma might have bluffed you for that. If someone will be really benefited from the movie, it will be Mallika Sherawat. She looks really real while portraying herself as a witch. So if she isn't getting the challenging, the off beat, the "need potential to act" roles, she can knock the Ramsey Brother's camp. They can give her a chance to play to her potential as an actress and otherwise. Initially I thought the movie as a complete waste of money, but after watching Aishwarya Rai's Hollywood venture and much awaited "Mistress of the spices", "Darna Jaroori Hai" doesn't seem to be that pathetic.